Analaa
first night

The afternoon is over, the anticipated party –later is over. All the guests have returned home. It was the nuclear family who only lived in the house of Anala's mother. Maryam has since whined for milk, trying to take the attention of her mother since the morning she did not get.

“uma, want milk”, pinta Maryam.

“tumben once you son, ask milky”, said Anala.

“milk uma”, pinta Maryam again.

“okey snapped ya”, replied Anala.

Rangga who from earlier was chatting with the family of Anala like a suspect was being executed at the court table. Many Rangga were questioned by relatives and family of Anala. There is only with a smile and also need consideration for Rangga to answer it.

“nak Rangga, your plans after this marriage will stay where the same Anala?”, asked Pakde Anala.

“kemaren has been asked by Anala Pakde, she is more likely to stay at home now compared to my home now”, said Rangga.

“oh yes, where you are happy, the important thing is not to forget the responsibility of each – each, and never violate what has been agreed with”, mr. Pakde's advice to Rangga was witnessed by other witnesses.

“iya pakde”, Rangga can only nod his head to answer Pakde's advice.

“don't disappoint Anala ya nak”, added aunt Anala.

“insyaallah bibi”, Rangga replied briefly.

Anala who heard sayup – sayup story from her living room, sometimes laughs little to hear Rangga in a fuss with questions – questions by her family.

‘aduh kasian men I’, Inner Anala with a smile.

“uma, this is what?”, asked Maryam who saw her mother who would put a spoonful of white powder into her milk glass.

“astagfirullah”, said Anala.

“ini salt son, fortunately you asked, sorry”, said Anala.

“hahaha”, they both laugh while giggling.

The atmosphere that had been accompanied by laughter was now quiet, all family members were asleep and some chose to go home. Rangga and Anala chose to watch tv in the living room, only accompanied by a dim - dim ornamental living room it. Various topics that night they discussed after legally becoming a married couple. It seems more fun to talk after the legal gini, people who see it also feel thirsty with the intimacy they offer.

“Ann, have you ever been my wife?”, arrived – arrived Rangga asked this to Anala.

“no dok”, Anala replied.

“repeat again, you call me what?”, asked Rangga who made sure.

“dok, why, usually just”, Anala replied casually.

“cih, there is no romantic – romantic you are Ann”, said Rangga while taking remote tv.

“what does my doctor want me to call? brother, akang, dear, or others”, asked Anala.

“ayang”, replied Rangga short and cold.

“ih embarrassed, ok in front of the crowd I call you brother, if we both just call ayang”, replied Anala made a choice.

“why shy Ann?”, asked Rangga.

“not ordinary because do..”, said Anala hanging.

“ha what else, doctor again, no call doctor again well, try you call me a pity, surely you are hooked”, said Rangga.

“ngak ah, shame lah”, resigned Anala who immediately rested her head on the sofa pillow next to her.

“try first, once Ann, ayok lah”, pinta Rangga while smiling mischievously.

“males”, Anala replied.

“Ann, can not argue what the husband told loh”, said rangga with his threat sentence.

“sayang”, call Anala coldly.

“romantis kayak how is it?”, asked Anala.

“kayak gini nih, dear”, Rangga gave an example of a gentle affectionate call to Anala.

“ yes dear”, Anala answered with laughter from both of them.

“hahaha, kena also kan”, said Rangga.

Only with the dear call debate do they seem to be building chemistry with each other. Anla, who used to be moody by her love destiny, can now laugh with everything with a chosen heart that makes her able to make peace with the past.

The night is late. Rangga and Anala will feel the first night of one room together and one bed together. The previous one was unthinkable, now they were a couple.

“Ann”, greet Rangga who makes Anala deg degan.

“iya what is it?, you are not comfortable, or”, asked Anala hanging.

“not what – is, you are sleeping lights turned on?”, asked Rangga.

“not really, if so just the lights”, replied Anala.

“Ann, I'm clumsy, sorry a bit groggy sleep together”, said Rangga from the edge of the bed who was afraid to be close to Anala.

“alah style snob call baby, sleep nearby aja kafari”, ledek Anala.

“you do not fishing – fishing me Ann, if I am near – near later, you are afraid”, replied Rangga with a smile on his lips.

“ih what the hell, ayok sleep, tomorrow we want to move”, tell Anala, it will be a long story if Anala continues to answer silly questions Rangga.

“ok beb”, Rangga replied briefly.

The splashing of the bathroom water Anala sounded to the ears of Rangga, who had not yet awakened from his sleep.

‘who takes a bath?’, Rangga's mind while stroking someone in question who is beside him.

“Ann, Ann”, call Rangga softly with a distinctive raucous voice wake up that sleep.

“iya, I'm in bathroom”, replied Anala.

“emang now what time, have aja” shower, asked Rangga while looking at the phone above the bed drawer.

“new four o'clock in the morning, cold Ann”, said Rangga.

“ayok bath”, pinta Anala.

“no ah, chilled”, reject Rangga.

‘Allahuakbar allahuakbar’, the voice of the morning adhan reverberated to wake up the Muslims at that magical time, and also for the newlyweds.

“I want to go to the mosque first, dah, assalamualaikum”, sapa Rangga who left their room complete with black peci and his arabic dress.

“waalaikumsalam, very handsome husband I” lirih Anala while watching the departure of rangga from his presence.

Anala returned with her already stretched alphabet, and began the morning dawn prayer with the new status of a wife. Analah poured out that morning to God what had happened and the happy things she had lived. Every now and then Anala swept her cheeks facelessly because of the tears she could not bear. So many powers of God taught him about life and how to live.

‘ya Allah how much of this Delight You have given me, but sometimes I only reply to it by complaining and complaining’. Tears Anala increasingly jostling –encouraged to come out until touching the alphabet. Happiness and happiness are now depicted in one tear. Sometimes the sobs of his cries Anala sounded so slashing to himself that he realized only God the god of the universe was able to rule over what was on the face of the earth.

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