Dara Manisku
First time tuk

Mama Dara was waiting that morning for Dara who was preparing to go Eid al-Fitr prayers.

While watching the photos of the family Ihsan displayed on the wall of the living room.

"Gagah ..if you see again my daughter-in-law is very handsome". Said Mama Dara amazed by the appearance of Ihsan in every photo.

"How come Ihsan doesn't have a brother or sister?" Mama asked while shouting to be heard by Dara who was in Ihsan's room.

"no Mama, Ihsan has no more brothers!" Dara answered while opening the room door.

Dara left the room and prepared food in the kitchen.

"So he's an only child, huh?" Ask Mama Dara again.

"Yes! mama let's eat before we go to Id prayer!" Dara replied asking Mama to eat first that morning.

"Mama, come on ..later we're late!" Said Dara while approaching her Mama who was holding a photo.

"this is who Dara is?" Ask Mama Dara curious to see a photo of a child who was in the carrying Ustadz Abu.

"it's a five-year-old if not wrong". Dara replied while putting back the photo of Ihsan.

Mama Dara was immediately startled, and began to ask Dara again.

"So Ustadz and Ustadzah weren't Ihsan's biological parents?" Ask Mama Dara while trembling because of fear of the reality.

"Well, how did you know?" Ask Dara wonder why his mother could know that Ihsan was the adopted son of Ustadz Abu.

"Akh.it ..that's because their faces have no resemblance at all, right?" Mama Dara replied in a stammer, Mama had to lie.

Mama realized that the question could make Dara suspect Mama who knows the origin of Ihsan.

"hemp..Yes it is true, Ummi's face is like a pakistani woman, while Abi is like an Arab!" Dara answered while looking back at the photo.

"let's eat Dara!" Mama Dara said, turning the conversation while pushing her wheelchair towards the dining table.

Mama Dara's face looks very restless, in her heart raging guilt and regret.

In the field of the mosque, the area that has been provided for Eid al-Fitr prayers is congregated.

The sound of takbir echoed while Mama Dara fell silent motionless.

"Ihsan, I didn't expect Ihsan to be the son of Master and Madam, the son whose parents Bery had killed!" Mama Dara said in her heart.

"Mama let's wear the face, Mama!" Said Dara remind Mama to immediately wear mukena.

But Mama did not hear Dara's call. Once again Dara called Mama while touching Mama Dara's shoulder.

"Mama..Mama!" Said Dara confused to see her mother who had just been silent.

"Mr...! Mama why, is Mama sick?" Dara asked worriedly looking at her mother's pale face and cold sweat.

"aa..what's up ..what's up Dara!" Said Mama Dara who began to realize from her daydream.

"Mrs ..Mama's okay?" Dara asked once more while wiping the sweat on Mama's face with her handkerchief.

"Ooh yes ...Mama's fine Dara!" Mama answered, realizing that she must remain calm so that Dara does not worry.

"Mama sure you're okay? if you're sick, let's go to the hospital!" Said Dara while looking at her mother.

"No... Mama's okay...Healthy mom is not sick!" Mama Dara's reply convinced Dara.

"Let's pray !" Mama Dara said while immediately wearing her face.

Dara felt and saw that there was something strange about her mother.

"Mama's really okay?" Ask Dara again who was confused to see the behavior of her mother who was like hiding something.

At the Id prayer hall near the hospital, Ihsan began to roll out his prayer rhyme.

This year Eid feels different for Ihsan. Ihsan's mood seemed to be mixed into one.

Her heart was sad that Ustadz Abu was lying in a coma in the ICU room, while she was suddenly a husband.

"God may I face this well". Ihsan said in his heart while reciting chanting takbir.

A year had passed, yet Dara and Ihsan had never slept in a single room.

Ihsan used to go back to Surabaya once a week.

"Ihsan when Ummi carried a grandson, if you are busy teaching in Jakarta continue !" Ustadzah said to Ihsan who was sleeping in his room.

"ah Ummi, could... Ummi will let the young continue, if in a hurry to have grandchildren, Ummi will get old quickly!" Ihsan replied as he got out of bed and approached Ustadzah who was preparing lunch.

"Eehh... can only answer, is not it, let this house be crowded, especially since Abi is no longer there, this house feels very quiet!" Ustadzah answered with teary eyes in memory of Ustadz Abu who had just died eight months ago.

Ihsan suddenly hugged Ustadzah from behind.

"Ommy... If Ummi is lonely, Ummi come with me to Jakarta"., Ihsan comforted Ustadzah and let go of his embrace.

"loh time in staying, yes not come again here, the time in staying ntar someone nyelik again !" Ihsan replied with a smile comforting Ustadzah.

"Well, old man who wants to kidnap, there's-there's you !"Ustadzah replied while laughing at Ihsan's rant.

"Well, now you better eat first, Ummi make your favorite vegetable!" Ustadzah.

Dara, who had just finished teaching at the boarding house, stepped her feet towards the house.

"Assynnya!" Dara enters the house.

"wa'alaikumus greetings warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, well thank God my favorite daughter-in-law has come home, let's eat together!" Ustadzah greeted Dara.

Ihsan looked at Dara with a timid face, and went inside the room picking up something.

"Ihsan just arrived at ten o'clock".

Ustadzah explained to Dara who was removing her veil.

"Yes Ummi ". Dara answered while sitting on the dining table chair.

Ihsan then went out of the room and brought a parcel for Dara.

"This.make you".

Ihsan looked at Dara's face that was not veiled. His pure white reddish face made Ihsan fascinated.

"make me? thanks a !" Dara said with a smile feeling happy to get a gift from her husband.

Ihsan's eyes did not blink let alone in addition to seeing Dara's smile that was so sweet, making Ihsan's heart beat faster.

"O Allah, my wife is beautiful!" Ihsan whispered inwardly admiring the beauty of his wife.

"Ehem.ehem.want to eat first or want to see your wife's face continue !" Ustadzah meledek Ihsan who was looking at Dara's face.

"eh yes.mau ..mau Dara.eh means to eat!" Answer Ihsan until wrongly said because of embarrassment in Ustadzah ledek.

"hahaha..!" Ustadzah laughed amusedly at Ihsan's reply. Dara also laughed a little to see Ihsan who became red in his face because of embarrassment.

"Let's eat Dara!" Ustadzah said with a smile.

"Yes Ummi !" Dara replied as she placed the parcel from Ihsan on the bookshelf.

After they finished lunch, Ihsan and Dara took a walk in the area of the boarding school which was quiet because of the break, the lunch time of the students.

"Didn't call if you want to come, if you know I must be something for you". Said Dara as she walked towards the gazebo.

"Usually Sunday, how come Tuesday's tumbens are home again?" Tanya Dara stopped walking and sat in the gazebo.

"Why can't I go home soon?" Ihsan asked while sitting next to Dara.

Dara smiled.

"maybe, this is your house". Dara answered and lowered her head and played her finger.

And suddenly Ihsan touched Dara's fingers and grasped Dara's hand tightly.

Dara was shocked and looked at Ihsan's face.

"What's wrong, are you okay?" Tanya Dara felt astonished, why suddenly Ihsan was holding her hand.

"I miss you". Ihsan said softly.

Hearing those words. "Deg!" dara's heart was racing.

Ihsan looked at Dara and then he approached Dara's face, then in his absence a little Dara veil until it was seen pink lips.

Dara remained silent, motionless.

Then Ihsan gently kissed Dara tuk's lips the first time gently.

At the house of Mama Dara who was guarding her shop, suddenly surprised because in front of her was already standing a young man.

"Assalamualaikum Ma!" Dery

"Dery.kamu.wa'alaikumsalam !" mama Dara replied as she walked out of her shop and approached Dery.

Dery who used to use a wheelchair is now standing perfectly.

"Yes Mom, it's me Dery, how are you?"

Said Dery while smiling in his hand carrying a mango seplastik.

"Thank God, come on in, come on in, kid!" Mama Dara answered that she was still walking with a cane.

Mama Dara was amazed to see Dery was normal to be able to walk back. But how can it be ? who is the donor who has donated sum sum of his tailbone to Dery?