(Medicine of Revision)Rosalinda
Making Tea

When I kissed the back of his hand, the other hand also stroked my head gently. Really, his warm hands ran all the way into my brain, even through all the nerves of my brain.

“Oh my brain, just don't let you travel, ok!” I was firmly in my heart at my brain.

Then he asked me the Qur'an. I scratched my head, I was a lazy girl, in my room composed of only VCD tapes, a lot of singing albums, a lot of music, starting from my favorite singer album to the favorite singer album of the 70s Mother, my Father.

“Shortly yes.” I said, then rushed out, asked Mom or grandma.

“Ah, usually they are up at this hour. Where did they sleep?” ask me in my heart, still pacing around looking for the figure of Grandma or Mother.

“Eh, Anak Daro.. has just woken up, can't sleep because, ahemm..” greet a Aunt who is waiting for the kitchen.

Yes, during the party there will be a change of staying up late to keep the kitchen, tent, and house. So that bad things don't happen, people say anyway, so.

“Ah, the Granny!” I muttered after seeing Grandma.

“Nek, borrow Grandma's Qur'an for a minute.”.

“Al-Qur'an Grandma is at home, just pick her up.” reply.

I rushed to Grandma's house next door. Only a few steps had arrived, I went straight into Grandma's room and took the Qur'an. Then, go back to my room.

“Sorry, a little long.” said I gasped for breath, because in a hurry to run quickly pick up and bring this Qur'an for her.

“This.” my word.

He looked at me, then massaged his chest and took the Qur'an. Then put it directly over his head.

“Other times, hold the Qur'an well yes.” he said, then turn your back to me and lead to sit to the Qibla.

“I hold it well kok!” my grouse in my heart.

Emang held the Qur'an well as to what He meant? It's strange!

He read the holy verses of the Quran a few verses, then finished them. “Sadaqollahul. (True Allah the Greatest)”

Her beautiful voice touched my heart, if she were a singer it would be so sweet.

He repeated the same thing, kissed the Qur'an and put it on his head, then gave it to me. Then he folded his prayer mat and holster.

“Wear the mukena holding it, or the head cover. The Qur'an is not a book held in such a flanked.” he said suddenly.

I look dumbly. Is that true? I wandered around with the mukena of returning the Qur'an to Grandma's house. Surely I will be in the devil's mind, walk with the face.

“Or I will be told to tell each other, immediately pretending to be pious when meeting my husband, in order to captivate his heart.” I murmured in my heart.

“Ros, you suddenly so keen to marry her huh?? Ahhhhhhh!!! It must be the ending.” I hit my head imagining it.

Srak! The Qur'an was taken from my hands.

“If you don't want to, just put it here first. No need to hit the head like that.” said the foreign man with the status of my husband, put the Qur'an high, above the closet.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Dek, make warm tea do not use sugar yes.” the door.

“Hah? How dare he mess me up? Her name is I babu her.” protest me in the heart. But, in reality, I also went out with a grumble.

I saw Umi who was busy making tea and coffee. “Mi, make my unsweetened tea dong.” pinta.

“For whom? Your husband?” ask Umi.

“Iya.” I replied while nodding my head.

“Hah?!” I was shocked, Umi never refused anything, usually what I asked to make.

“Mi, I can't..” my whine.

Honestly, I really can't. I can't say anything, I live too spoiled and lazy. So, never cook.

“So that can't be. How old are you?”

The jedar!!! Suddenly my grumpy uncle appeared. I could only scratch my head that wasn't itching.

“Let him make it himself, do not help.” asserted Uncle on Umi.

“Yo, Utiah.” said Umi, then passed away carrying a tray containing glasses filled with tea and coffee.

(Utiah is a call for Big Brother)

“Why is it still standing dumb? Let's make!” my fierce uncle's orders.

“Aaaaahhh!!! Damn me this morning, this is all because of that foreign man.” my snob in heart.

Uncle pressed my forehead with his index finger. “What is the content of your brain now defiantly?” ask her.

“No, Uncle.” answer me quickly.

“If not, why are you still dumb? Come on, quickly make!” his orders again.

“Hm, uncle..” I smiled clumsyly.

Uncle took a long breath. “Take the glass and small plate for the container, then enter this tea bag, if he does not want to use sugar do not give sugar, do not give sugar, pour hot water not to be full in a glass containing tea, then stir so that the tea is fused with water, after the water is scented tea and dark brown color, and then stir, add a little cold water so as not to overheat.” Uncle explained.

I also practiced what Uncle said.

Of course with Uncle's guide still standing next to me making tea without sugar. This is my first self-made work, I feel proud to have completed my mission.

“Begini aja can not.” ketus Uncle fierce me.

“Proposy, be patient!” kepakatku. Early in the morning my world was commanded and scolded. My world is no longer as free as when I'm single.

I walked into the room very carefully, afraid that the tea was spilled. My journey is really stiff. For the first time all this has happened in my life, from bringing tea and now having to serve.

With still very careful walking from the kitchen into the room, I saw her already sitting cross-legged outside, on the wall of my room along with the others. There's the unjuik, Uncle, and the others. I put the tea in front of him.

“Thank you, Dek.” he said smiling at me.

The deg! The deg! My heart beats fast when I see her smile. Ahhhhhhh!!! What's so strange, what's with my heart?

All were served drinks by Umi. And he is the only one who is not given a drink. Is this tradition too? If I had to make him a drink?

“Ros.” call Umi, when I want to open my room door. I looked at Umi as well.

He waved his hand and I approached. “Serve the snack to your husband.” said Umi pointed at the plate that had been filled with cake, then he walked carrying 1 plate of cake that had been cut into small pieces in the direction they sat, right there, in front of my room.

“What's wrong, earlier Umi directly bring!” I scrunched my forehead feeling really upset. In fact, Umi gave a cake to the place where the foreign man and the others sat.

I took the cake that Umi had prepared and brought it, placed it right in front of the foreign man who was my husband.

“Still, Dek.” he said again with a smile.