TALAQ
Part 194 TALAK
This morning activities have started to rame since the completion of dawn prayers, mbak Yah mbak Us and my mother was busy in the kitchen, Fauzan the father, Pak Catur, mas Sapta the husband of mbak Us, and my mother was busy in the kitchen, Fauzan the father, pak Catur, mas Sapta the husband mbak Us, come busy preparing mats and sound for the mass Qur'an khotmil event Jamal has not come because he had to take care of livestock first, today Mr. Chess deliberately took a leave of absence from his office because he wanted to participate in my family event. Half-six in the morning the Qur'an khotmil invitations have come, I Nafisa and my mother welcome him with friendly pleasure, after a brief stale berbasi finally the Qur'an khotmil event began, the Qur'an khotmil is opened by Nafisa, and I continue the letter to the next, for the affairs of Afriana there is a Chess sir who drove Afriana to school, the more days the Chess sir is getting closer and closer, and familiar, even if people don't know they consider Afriana the birth child of the Chess pack.
In order not to be tired and my content remains stable, I resigned and took a short break from the Qur'an khotmil event, I did not really think about the Chess sir, I don't know what he did half today. I want to rest in the room when I enter my own house I see Mr. Chess sitting at the dining table observing his laptop.
"Mas," I said gently and approached Chess sir.
"Racid?" ask Chess to me.
"Yes, take a break" I said.
"Rest baby, will you be with me?" Chess offered to.
"Wasn't you busy?" my many.
"Alright, father's son, father closed the laptop first, father accompanied the rest," said Mr. Chess softly, and immediately closed the laptop.
Mr. Chess patiently holds me lying down not actually because of sleepiness, but because my waist has begun to ache, and must be laid down immediately.
"This is a mas pijitin," said Mr. Chess as soon as I had laid on the bed, softly Mr. Chess kneeling my waist, "Printer son of father, proud father of you hopefully," said Mr. Chess and kissed my stomach, Mr. Chess likes to caress or kiss my stomach the most.
"Mas," I said.
"Yes dear," said Mr. Chess who still gently caressed my stomach and waist.
"Thank you, thank you for helping my family" I said.
"Mas, it's married to Dinda's family, so it's only natural that if the mas participated, mas sapta just arrived at bela-belsin nginep everything, which I don't know his house mbak Us." said Mr. Chess.
"So you already know mas jajal dong's house?" my many.
"God hu Akbar, mas ? So when did you get married to Dinda dong?" manya curious.
"Of course, I have a story, Dinda's old feelings were not as beautiful as now, but very sweet, at that time I felt that mas would come back here again " said Mr. Chess.
"Continue?" my many.
"So far from now I'm married to him, and now more and more spoiled days," said Mr. Chess.
"When do you see Dinda Kok Dinda do not know mas?" manya curious.
"I first saw Dinda while she was holding Afriana in her yard, and I could only cry, wishing my son and wife were back, once I wanted to come over and wanted to take Afriana, kakung saw me immediately take me home, I never thought now I could have Afri and her mother Afri," said Mr. Catur while continuing to gently massage my waist.
"So?" my many.
"So, should Dinda rest first, about what time khotmil Qur'an is finished?" ask Chess to me.
"Usually the dhuhur is finished, why ?" my many.
"Mas likes to hear Dinda teach, "Praise Chess to me.
Me and Mr. Chess lay in bed for about an hour, after I felt good to rejoin those who were doing khotmil Qur'an. Alhamdulillah khotmil Qur'an event went well, finished on time. After the completion of the Qur'an khotmil event I helped wrap the rujak into plastic, some neighbors, friends Nafisa and difficult suadara began to arrive for the condangan. Everyone is busy with the task of each back and forth neighbors who carry rantang to share food with neighbors add to the crowded atmosphere in the village. The event is still as usual run out magrip kenduri the fathers of one RT, and after the completion of the core event isya reading sholawat and bathing Nafisa and Fauzan as people who are on the edgepi(seven months), Bubuh Nyai as the elder appointed by my family to start the bath and lead the prayer. Nafisa wears a kebaya and scarf complete with hijab and simple make up, while Fauzan wears a sarong, they sit in a plastic chair in front of the chair there are already two tubs of warm water that has been added with flowers, setaman, we bathe not using a dipper to take water but using a coconut that is split in half.
The event was so festive after Nafisa's Buuh who bathed now it's my parents' second turn, after both my parents and Nafisa's parents, then the relatives, after the water in the tub runs out, after finishing bathing, after bathing, terakir break the coconut used to bathe earlier, the little children are very enthusiastic because at the end of the event there must be a coin grab that was pounded by Fauzan and Nafisa. Next, the two change their clothes with dry clothes and Nafisa wears simple makeup, after finishing changing clothes Fauzan and Nafisa sit on a mat with two large basins containing rujak already wrapped in plastic, Fauzan and Nafisa pretend to sell rujak, the neighbors or relatives, the family, with potluck money buy rujak and can take as he pleases.
Mr. Chess who first saw the seven-month procession in the village was very astonished and enthusiastic, and Mr. Chess immortalized it into a photo and video.