DIVORCE PAPERS
The Romance of Arka and Tika
"Today we are all free, what if after the dhuhur prayer we harvest fruits and vegetables in the back garden and then we share them with the neighbors. I had time to check back there were many fruits and vegetables ready to harvest". Tika said suddenly.
"Yes, I agree, rarely do we have a moment together like this. Irfan boy can't join our show this afternoon". Ask Pure Bu to Irfan.
"Yes, mom can. God willing, I am also free today. I want to hang out with you guys". Irfan replied happy.
"All right, we're hugging the day. But do not forget to prepare lunch first mbak let our action climb the tree more powerful".Farhan glanced at his brother who was smiling happily.
"Ih, why should you climb up a tree anyway, Han. We have stairs and fruit pickers. So we don't need to be like Tarzan". Denying Arka.
"But, if directly climbing the tree seems very exciting, yeah?". Chirps Sifa while giggling.
"Okay, deal we manen fruits and vegetables together after lunch and prayer zhuhur". Tika's words end the debate.
Everyone nodded their heads in agreement to what Tika was saying. They also dissolve again in jokes and warm chat while enjoying a variety of snacks and fruit soup that really fits with the hot weather. The combination of slices of various fruits, milk, syrup and sugar water plus pieces of ice cube feels so fresh when landing on the tongue and across the esophagus.
The atmosphere of the afternoon felt so lively, for a moment they forgot all the problems that surrounded their lives, each of them, sifa chirps add to the impression embedded in their hearts that happiness can be presented from small things and starts from our minds and ourselves.
Allah Akbar..... Allah Akbar.....
The melodious sound of Adzan dhuhur reverberating from the mosque that stood firm not far from home stopped the family's preoccupation that was dissolving in the happy nuances. They disbanded to perform dhuhur prayers, the men rushed to the door and stepped compactly towards the mosque. While the women carry out dhuhur at home only.
After finishing worship Tika stepped into the kitchen to prepare lunch assisted by mbok Sarmi. For this lunch, he invited Sarmi mbok to cook with a very simple village menu, vegetable ointment, onion sambal, fried gurame fish, fried chicken, and fried tempeh tofu.
It does not take long the finished menu cooked neatly arranged on the dining table. A few moments later everyone had gathered and were busy enjoying the dishes presented before their eyes. It seems like the simple menu presented by Tika and Mbok Sarmi is very suitable for their tastes, seen from the voraciously they move the contents of their dishes into the stomach.
After finishing lunch, they moved to prepare themselves to harvest vegetables and fruits as they had agreed earlier. Mbok Sarmi and Tika clean the dining table with sprightly, Murni and Sifa prepare a fruit basket and a plastic bag. Arka, Farhan and Irfan rushed to the back to prepare stairs, fruit pickers and other tools that support their action in harvesting fruits and vegetables in the back garden.
Arka chose to pick the fruit using a folding iron ladder that can be placed and moved to any place desired. Farhan picked fruit by climbing as he had planned, like Tarzan he moved from one branch to another to pick the ripe fruit. Irfan chose to use a fruit picker in the form of a pole made of light iron whose tip has been made in such a way that the fruit to be picked is accommodated in a cone-shaped basket after a sharp object in the form of scissors succeeded cut the controlled fruit handle through the buttons available in the handle of the pole.
Bu Murni and Sifa were busy welcoming the fruit that had been successfully picked and sorting it out, separating the handle with the fruit and packing it in the crackle plastic that had been provided.
It did not take long, the fruits had filled the baskets that had been prepared. Seeing that Arka, Farhan and Irfan compactly stopped their action picking fruits that were still hanging on the tree. They helped Sifa and Bu Murni pack the fruits until they were ready to be distributed to the surrounding residents.
Tika and Mbok Sarmi came out of the house to approach them with a tray containing various snacks and fruit ice in a large jar.
Arka, Farhan, Irfan, Bu Murni and Sifa stopped their activities and cleaned their hands in the faucets available in some places.
"Sifa please title the mat, son". Tell Tika to Sifa while pointing at the flower-patterned plastic mats that are lying on the back porch of the house.
Sifa nodded, hurriedly picked it up and held it out. Mbok Sarmi looks agile pouring fruit soup into large glasses, without commanding their hands outstretched storming the fruit soup served and gulp it, fresh. That's how it feels when the cold drink passes through the throat.
"Fan, you'll pick fruits and vegetables for you. Pack in this cardboard box, yeah!". Said Tika while thrusting a medium-sized cardboard that she had just taken.
"Well, thank you, ma'am. Ready-to-implement". Irfan answered, received the cardboard and saluted the hilarious until inviting laughter.
"OK then. You guys just take a break, yeah!. I'll pick the vegetables first". Answer Tika.
I'm helping you, bun? Sifa offered herself.
After getting an answer in the form of a nod, he also ran cheerfully to the side of the garden overgrown with various vegetables.
"I helped you too, huh?". Arka bid herself, her hand reflexively grabbed Tika's hand which seemed surprised by the little touch of the Arka. A moment later Tika nodded and smiled stiffly.
The two of them walked hand in hand, they were like lovers who were kasmaran, not looking like a couple who were on the verge of collapse. Irfan smiled meaningfully, he hoped his best friend had fallen back in love with the graceful woman in the wide veil who still holds the title of his wife.
"Mom was so happy to see them looking so in love. I really hope their romance is a sign of the presence of Sifa's sister in Tika's womb". Mum Pure said expectantly.
"Aamiineni". Irfan and Farhan together.
All three copy the look and put on a happy smile.
"But my advice, mother do not forget to doain also Farhan to sell quickly, ma'am. You will also get grandchildren from Farhan, so more crowded. After all pity him, his single soul must have thrashed to see his brother's affection". Chirping Irfan while glancing at the smiling Farhan wryly made Pure Bu chuckle.
"Oh yes, Fan. Mom wants to ask. Where's the business trip, huh?. How come he prepared a big suitcase like he was about to travel for a long time". Ask Murni with a serious face.
Irfan squinted his eyes, not immediately answering, he looked dumb. He thinks there's something strange about Pure Ma'am's question. In his view was the face of a woman who had grown that old.
"What does mother mean?. I really don't understand?". Irfan asked confusedly.