TALAQ
Part 195 TALAK
The seven-monthly event Nafisa and Fauzan has ended, the relatives have also been many who say goodbye to go home, without me knowing it is now eleven o'clock at night, mbak Us and Mbak Yah are helping relatives who are still nginap, washing kitchen utensils while telling a light story, me and Nafisa help tidy up.
"Fah, Naf, rest, do not be too tired of your baby's pity" my mother commanded.
"It's just a moment" I replied.
"Yes, buk," Nafisa immediately entered the room followed by Fauzan.
"It's night, Fah," my mother ordered again.
"All right, ma'am," I left, and approached Mr. Chess who was still chatting with his father and other brothers.
"Mas," call me.
"Have a night of sleep" the father commanded everyone.
"Come," said Mr. Chess and moved from his seat.
Me and Mr. Chess entered my house, while Afriana joined my son's sleep at my parents' house.
"Darling, tired?" ask Chess sir who's been lying next to me.
"Capek mas," I said weak because it was already very sleepy.
"Sleep, good night dear," Mr. Chess kissed my cheery forehead and tightened her arms.
My current pregnancy is indeed very different from my previous pregnancy, now I prefer to be close to my husband, it can be said more spoiled, if the night should be in the arms of my husband can just sleep well, if not, I can't sleep. The cold of the night made me more comfortable in my husband's arms, until the alarm in the room rang at three o'clock in the morning, I opened my eyes and so did Chess, after my life was collected I went to the bathroom to take ablution water as well as Mr. Catur, we both performed tahajud prayers together. Because my body feels sore and heavy drowsiness I choose to sleep again even though the chicken sleep, in the sense of not sleeping soundly, I choose to sleep again, and my husband continued his dhikr until the dawn of the prayer I woke up before being awakened by my husband. Mr. Chess and I went to the mosque together to perform congregational prayers at the mosque. After coming home from the mosque I helped my mother and my brother in the kitchen to cook, while Mr. Catur did his morning routine teaching.
"Mbak Us, come home Sunday, right?" my many.
"Yes, he said he'd take it to Fah's house, huh,?" mbak Us asked back.
"Nginep, yes, mbak Yah, too?" I asked.
"Us, only the nginep, I go home pity your mas, have days of cattle and keep the shop alone, I'll take care of it next time if you are a lahiran or seven months" answer me with a smile.
"Yes, let me take the step, all of you go home" replied Us.
"Mas Sapta's coming too, right?" ask me on mbak Us.
"Alhamdulillah, ma'am, everything is fine, only my husband is very excessive in taking care of me, now I have myewa sisters to take care of me, a maid for Afriana is also there, she said, I'm actually very grateful but no matter how I feel bad, mbak, I don't know mbak" I'm a little grouchy on mbak Us.
"Thank God Fah, not all women can have a responsible husband like your husband now, all this thanks to your patience these few years Fah, Fah, enjoy and be grateful for any hope you have now not to make you forget the land, Fah," advice mbak Us.
"Inshaallah mbak." I replied happily.
This morning's activity is still in order to clean up the rest of the seven-monthly event yesterday, we are shoulder to shoulder while chatting or joking, even though this time it is only my own family. Because the rest of the food yesterday is still so we do not cook for breakfast just ngangetin cuisine yesterday (blendrang).
"Well, your husband, aren't you the new masakin?" tanya mbak Us who put the plate on the dining table.
"Don't mbak, mas already used to eat like we do." I said while arranging food on the table.
"I don't think he's fooling around Fah!" chirps mbak Us.
"Two of them all doyan mbak origin eating near mbak Fah," said Nafisa who helped arrange his side dish on the table.
"Mantu mother, the father was not picky kok Us, I used to be surprised when her husband Afifah ate a gori blendrang in my house, kok doyan even added, I was surprised, even though at that time it was not her husband Afifah," added Yah mbak joined the huddle.
"When don't I know?" ask me on mbak Yah peace, because indeed I do not know there is no story.
"Just ask your husband, Fah." said mbak Yah while snacking on the pot.
"Break breakfast" exclaimed Afriana who was already wearing a uniform and sitting on a chair.
"Bah Zahra has come home to bubuh?" ask Afriana to Dad.
"Home home, same sirpuh was the time you took a bath." said mbak Yah.
"A lot of breakfast, Af," I command.
"Dad not breakfast buk?" ask Afriana to me.
"Later after sending you," I said as I waited for Afriana to have breakfast
My heart is very happy these few days I have a lot of time to accompany Afriana, the morning I no longer rush even I do not have to cook. Finish breakfast Afriana to school in between by the pack Chess herself by riding a motorcycle.