
Today is the last sequence of umrah that is Tahallul tau haircut that previously we were not allowed to cut and pluck hair, in the last series it is permissible for men to bald their heads foreign – each, but for you women they only take a small part of his hair and cut it.
Based on the approval of Anala kemaren Rangga right – really want to shave off the hair on his head. Although at first Anala forbid, Rangga will still shave his hair out. Because this was the twenty-eight years he lived, which was the first experience to become the head man of the pelontos.
All worshipers who perform umrah busy asking for help other friends to cut his hair. Another thing with men – men who asked the barber there to cut out the black object that ad in his head.
“nak, uma cut your hair a little ya” said Anala while revealing a little short hijab Maryam.
So even with Anala who asked her friend to cut her hair to another friend –.
“buk , may ask for help no, do not cut iki” hair, said Anala, happened to be the mother of the eastern island of Java.
“iya may nak”, replied the mother.
After Rangga shaved his hair and Anala saw that it was not Rangga she knew, nor Maryam, nor the brother she knew.
“who are you?”, asked Anala a little laugh, although still know Rangga, but because of this new appearance she was a bit strange with her husband's head.
“good no?”, asked Rangga while raising one eyebrow.
“good, let alone every kayak gini, I agree kang”, replied Anala.
“Ann, later you are afraid of loh”, said Rangga with a little raising his eyeballs.
From the corner of her room ba’da maghrib, Anala looked for a moment at the scenery they briefly left with sadness. Incidentally Anala was not feeling well, she was just praying at the hotel with Maryam.
In her deca Maryam tightly – as if not willing to part even a little, while staring at the ka’bah illuminated by great lighting. Every now and then, Anala's words are stolen by Maryam when she calls God's asthma.
“uma, when are we here again?”, asked Maryam, who made Anala cry sobbing hearing her son's question. Marking that Mary had longed for the land of Makkah before she left the holy land.
“not yet we go home son, why do you ask that?”, asked Anala want to know about the reason Maryam wants to go back there.
“enak here uma”, Just answer that short that only escaped his small mouth, although Anala wanted to hear more from him.
ting .. ting .
Some messages go to hap Anala, and there is the name – sabatnya name, which is none other than not want to be entered by – by.
“Ann, I want young dates”
“Ann, I want an abaya arab”
“Ann, I want food only Ann, hehehe”, said friends – friends Anala who mentioned their wish list – each.
“you did not transfer yesterday?”, asked Anala in the green application group jokingly.
“yah, you ask for a husband lo money, borrow a hundred kek” first, said another friend.
“one hundred mana is enough, lo request on a lot banget”, replied Anala.
“yah stingy lu Ann”, timpal Putri do not want to lose
“joking guys, later I buyin, but you have to pick up later to my home”, said Anala.
“thank you Anala the best friend in the world”, said another friend.
“(”, reply Anala with her flagship emoticons.
Morning in Makkah is a beautiful morning, moreover this is the last morning for them there, because later in the night they will leave the city. And today Anala will buy – items to take home as a hand for relatives at home. Rangga was no less busy with Anala sorting and choosing a typical arabic dress is a very Rangga likes.
“kang buy it aja, the motive is pretty”, point Anala on one of the dark black arabic gamis that hangs the one of the shop they pass.
“do you not shop ?”, asked Rangga who saw that Anala did not bring a single bag of groceries in his hand.
‘dia do not know, early women – saw aja, later we borong’, Inner Anala while smiling.
“later kang, I want to buy food, clothes, and dates aja”, said Anala who was busy paying attention to the sales that lined there.
“no way it's aj”, refuse Rangga does not believe in the words of Anala while shaking her head.
“hmmm”, Anala replied with a wry smile.
.........return............
After cleaning up all the luggage to take and making sure no one was left behind, they joined the rest of the group to get to the bus and to the airport.
Things are not expected Anala, it turns out Rangga has prepared another gift. Rangga wanted to invite the two women he loved to stop for a while in a typical country with his air balloon.
After a few hours of travel Anala just realized.
“where are we?”, asked Anala after waking up from her sleep.
“we in turkey”, replied Rangga pointing to the name of the country plastered in one corner of the airport.
“what are we doing in Turkey?”, tanay Anala again.
“yah holiday just a minute, a day doang”, replied Rangga.
“seriously this kang?”, asked Anala twinkle.
“iya, you still do not believe, try checking gps”, tell Rangga.
“kok I do not know kang”, asked Anala wonder.
“ya all your passports and visas I hold”, Rangga thread casually.
After arriving in Ankara the capital. .They went straight to the beautiful exotic place, cappadocia.
“kang it’s my dream”, whispered Anala to the ear of Rangga who was standing next to her husband.
“hahaha, really only this is your dream?”, asked Rangga reassuringly.
“not that, if you are not gaul kang, then there is a trending film because the scene is said – said i’ts my dream, and it was filmed here”, and, said Anala at length with a little annoyance.
“ohhh therefore you want to come here?”, asked Rangga.
“right, thanks kang”, said Anala sweet.
Air balloons of various colors and sizes were flying between the cloud fog in the sky of the cappadocia. Anala who is phobic with height chose not to ask for the desire to fly with a hot air balloon on Rangga.
“nak, let us fly”, take Rangga to Maryam.
“no need, no need kang, kafir”, cut Anala.
“who is afraid of you, not us, the phobia must be in the opponent dear”, said Rangga.
“no need ah, danger, we see people flying, we do not need to fly kang”, bela Anala, as well as fear when the hot air balloon arrived – arrived dropped.