FONDLING
PAREWANG 5

After those two incidents I ventured to tell a story to an ustadz who always led tahlil at home.

I told you everything I've been through these days and also about your father's senseless death.

Luckily Abu Musa was a quick man to respond to what I told him.

He responded immediately and was so enthusiastic to help my family.

"May I see your mother?" ask Abu Musa

"Of course it may be Abu," I then took him to meet the mother who was in his room.

In front of my room, Mom,

I saw him putting his face in front of the mirror.

"Assalamualaikum" said Abu Musa

Mom looked towards us.

Seeing our coming He departed from his seat and welcomed us.

"Waalaikum salute Ustadz" Mother replied with a smile

Strange, if you usually lay weak in bed tonight he looks fit and his face shines like when he was not sick.

Even the mother's smile made the sixty-year-old woman look so beautiful as a 30-year-old woman. It looks beautiful with a green kebaya.

"Do you need Ustadz to come see me?" ask my mom

"I just want to get to know you Ma'am" replied Abu Musa

"Then let's just talk in the living room, it's not good to talk at the door like this,"

Mother then took Abu Musa to the living room.. I went back to make him a drink.

As I was delivering drinks, I saw them talking so intimately.

There were no strange signs with my mother, nor did Abu look relaxed and able to follow the chatter of mother.

"Mas, I'm sleeping, I'm scared, '" said Azam pulling my Koko shirt

Because I felt safe, I followed Azam to his room.

Indeed, since the death of Mr. Azam so timid, he did not even dare to sleep alone.

Azam immediately laid his body on the mattress while I chose to continue making financial statements of food stalls.

The hour hand showed at eleven o'clock in the evening, I saw Azam was asleep. I almost forgot that there was Abu talking to Mom.

"Is Abu home or is he still here?" out of curiosity I immediately rushed out of the room towards the living room.

I saw the lights of the room had been turned off by the sign that Abu had come home.

"It's a pity that I don't know what they're talking about, though a little disappointed but at least I'm relieved to be able to bring Mom to Abu.

As I passed in front of my mother's room I saw the lights were still on which meant that I wasn't asleep.

Because the door was open I could see my mother sitting in front of her dresser.

He seemed to be combing his long hair.

"Not sleeping yet, Mom?" I approached him

Mother turned her head cynically towards me, for some reason her eyes seemed to imply hatred towards me to make me feel bad.

"Mom can't sleep thinking about your father?" answer Mother

"Why with Mr. Bu, he is calm in nature there, so you should like to please the father and do not be sad again" I tried to comfort him

"I was alone with your father, he must have been lonely there" replied Mother

"Father is not lonely Mother, because she is with Rob the creator. If the mother is the same father, you better send a prayer or alfatihah for her. I'm sure you'll be happy in nature there,"

He woke up and stared at me a little scared. Why do I see my mother's figure feels different, she's like everyone else in my mother's body.

"Are you sure your father will be happy in his grave?" ask cynical Mom

"God willing, Mom, you are a good man so I am sure he will have the best place by God's side,"

"Well, if he's good, there's no way he's gonna let your mother into a black hole" replied the mother

Mother then sat back down at her dresser and looked at her face with a smile.

"Is mom still pretty?" my mother asked me to agree.

"Yes mother is still beautiful" I replied briefly

"Then can you marry again?" her question instantly made me surprised instead of playing.

"Married again!" my sermons don't believe me

"Yes, can't you if you get married again?" tanyanya was sad

"Mom, but not now. The pusara Father is still wet and mother must wait for the idah period to be finished and can just get married again" I replied

I heard my mother snort in annoyance before finally laying her body on her bed.

I covered my mother's body.

"Now mom's resting, yeah," I said then turned off my mom's room light.

In the morning I heard the sound of a sweet sound. His voice was so loud that it sounded melodious. Mother dimples sound is always an alarm that automatically wakes us every morning.

Mother always welcomes the arrival of the morning by pounding rice, she said if it is a natural sport to maintain body fitness.

I saw mom humming melodiously while pounding rice, it seems like today is so happy. I think Abu Musa had succeeded in giving advice to Mother until she was excited again.

After the shower, I got ready to go to work.

Who would have thought my mother would forbid me to go to work.

"Now I'm healthy, so you don't have to take care of the shop anymore, just let mom take care of it. Besides, I don't want to hear any complaints from customers who say the rice is not good when you hold it," said my mother made me a little disappointed.

Indeed, as long as I manage the restaurant I never use mashed rice like my mother did all this time.

Not only was the rice matter that my mother argued, but she also fired some employees whom I deliberately hired to help her take care of some branch stalls.

When my mother went to work, I was alone in this big house alone.

*Tok, tock, tock!!

I heard the door knock.

"Assynolt,"

Hearing the sound of greeting I immediately rushed out to open the door.

I saw Abu Musa smiling looking at me.

"Waalaikum hail Abu, what is the need for Abu to come here early in the morning?" ask me curious

"Of course I want to see you" replied Abu Musa

"Then let's go in, then,"

I took Abu in and sat in the living room. Out of curiosity I immediately asked the intention of his arrival to meet me.

Without further ado Abu Musa told me everything about my mother.

"Do you know why your mother is sick?" the question opened my first curiosity

Of course I immediately shook my head when I heard that question.

"Your mother is sickly because of the objection of science,"