TALAQ
Part 34 TALAQ.
Early in the morning I was bothered with a lot of activities, cooking, preparing provisions for Afriana, helping to take Afriana to school, preparing for myself to go to work.
At six o'clock in the morning all is done, Afriana also just stay breakfast, arrived - arrived my hand phone reads I see it turns out the name of Mr. Chess that appears on the monitor screen.
[Assalamu'alaikum, sir] I asked on the phone
[Wa'alaikum Salam, I've been on the street in front of your house] Mr. Chess across the phone.
Without answering I came out of the house and saw how surprised I turned out to be the Chess really was on the road in front of my house by riding Priska's motorcycle yesterday.
[Alright, wait for me, I'm still taking care of my son] I said
[I wait] said Mr. Chess.
"Ni, people are really crazy "my murmur in the heart "Af is done? " ask Afriana who is having breakfast.
I approached Mr. Chess who was sitting on his motorcycle, on the roadside "Please enter first sir, let me be ready - ready "my word is friendly.
"Thank you " replied Mr. Catur to my request
"Sorry, my shack is ugly, please sit down first "I invite Mr. Chess to sit in a plastic chair in the living room.
"Where's the motor?" ask Afriana to me.
"Motor ibuk in the office so this morning, Afri went to school among the pack lek ya, oh yes salim same uncle first" I told Afriana.
"Yes, Buk" replied Afriana" This uncle who's buk ?" asked Afriana who was already wearing shoes and carrying her backpack.
Afriana obeyed my orders directly salaman and kissed the back of Mr. Chess's hand, I saw a different expression on the face of Mr. Chess, while shaking hands with Afriana.
"Friends, mother "my answer is short "Yes let's go call paklek, Fauzan "my order
"Pak lek, Afri sudah siap!" teriak Afriana begitu keluar dari rumahku memanggil adiku Fauzan.
"Ready to go, let's get on the bike paklik" said Fauzan who had pulled out his motorbike from inside the house.
Afriana immediately salaman and kissed my hand before riding on Fauzan's motorcycle.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Buk" said Afriana happily.
"Wa'alaikum greetings, waist grip lek pack "my message.
I went into the house and not long I came out with a glass of tea favorite of Mr Chess" Please drink first sir, or do you want to have breakfast first?" manyu friendly.
"Breakfast in the office only" replied Mr. Chess.
"Alright, I take the bag first and lock the house" I said.
"Mom, Fah!" exclaiming Nafisa who entered my house "Eh there are guests, sorry sir " said Nafisa.
"You ask for breakfast, you want maem here again" said Nafisa.
"Take yourself in the closet, yes I've left, help you lock the house, yes" I asked.
"Lawong lho still breakfast, why did you want to leave ?" ask Nafisa who is still near me.
"I... I'm just this father "my word accordingly.
"Awhile... I think I've seen this, but where ?" nafisa tries to remember.
"I, his friend Bu Afifah, look at the time in alon - alon city, mbak "jawan pak Chess.
"Ohh... Yes I remember now " said Nafisa while grinning.
"Yes, I've left, don't forget to lock the door, if there's something you want from me, just tell me I try to get it" I said to Nafisa" Let's leave, later to hunt late " my spoken.
"Beres, ma'am, be careful "the message of Nafisa to me.
"Mari mbak, Assalamu'alaikum "parts of Chess on Nafisa.
"Wa'alaikum salutations" replied Nafisa
Mr. Chess was piggybacking on me at a moderate pace, and today I found the aura of Chess's face was very much different than usual. The aura of the face that revealed happiness and what the reason was I did not know either.
"What if it's too late ?" my protest.
"Once too late it's okay to mbak " replied Mr. Chess.
This morning was the first time I was bullied by another man I knew, usually only my family who hugged me. That's what I feel awkward, whether the devil what penetrated the Chess pal to the martial in pick me up in the morning blind.
I usually only need thirty minutes, but now it's forty-five minutes until the office. We were both ten minutes late, entered the factory gate Mr. Chess immediately parked his motorcycle in the parking lot near his car Priska bu.
"Sir, don't go home to get changed ?" I asked the Chess.
"Why, is there something to blame for my clothes ?" Chess sir asked me back.
This morning, Mr. Chess appeared casual unlike usual who wore hem an official suit.
"No, what - what "my answer is awkward.
Fortunately, in a quiet parking lot, no one saw me and Mr. Chess rode in together to the office. The chess man stepped first into his room while I followed him behind the Chess pack while carrying a bag containing our supplies.
Arriving upstairs, we parted ways and entered our own room. I did my job as usual before checking the waiting dossiers and waving his hands on the table.
Mr. Chess also immediately focused on his work, because today a lot of tasks, because yesterday a full day I did not enter the office, following Mr. Chess reviewing the construction of a new factory in the next village.