
The awaited episode. Happy reading, yes. ''The reading is slow aja lhooo. đđđ
*Fakharuddin Akhyar Al - Ameen
The afternoon wind was singing. Invite the red shoots to join the joyous as people shake their heads and nod their heads. A sheet of teak leaves fell from a height, relented until it fell into the wet ground which was being drenched in the rain spots. Some of the courtyard is still under the shadow of the trees. The wind is getting stronger. The spots are no longer vertical. Swerving to the left right. The teak leaves have changed position. A half-curved line appeared in the western corner of the sky. There's a rainbow in the afternoon.
I took the DNA test alone. I'm driving my car without Kang Bimo. Kang Bimo has to pick someone up in his car. Right at half-five in the afternoon, after I cut off the activities that were still ongoing, I asked the students to continue the activities for another half an hour. I'm hustling. I don't want to keep all the family waiting.
I'm upset myself. At first I wasn't entirely sure. But, as a man I could not be reluctant to admit that I had indeed misinterpreted my own feelings. I am fully prepared to welcome all of his best possibilities. Everyone is sure. And, this time I was sure that I was not wrong to show my closeness signal, then show it to all students.
Arrive at ba'da magrib hospital. Mumpung was only a few minutes finished I looked at Azan, I postponed the prayer. I need to see the lab officers first. I hastened my steps. My heart is impatient. He told me to walk a longer step. In front of the lab door, I opened the glass door slowly. I spread my gaze to just anyone who sits inside. The ones with interest in me directly waved their hands. He headed towards me while carrying the results of the DNA test.
I received the envelope with an unwavering chest shake. I want to open it in place. But, it would be better if I open it at home so that this curiosity is completed together. If it turns out to be true, everyone can sip that happiness with no gaps.
"Thank you very much, sir." I shook that hand.
I'll be home soon. I'm not going anywhere. Everyone was waiting and everything was prepared. I put the envelope in the pocket of the suit. Out of the hospital yard, I saw that there was still one flower shop still open. I'm down for a second. I told the seller to tie twenty-five white roses, three red roses, and five white chrysanthemums.
"The bouquet is beautiful, Ma'am. Make that special person."
"Okay, Mas."
I waited fifteen minutes. But it feels like an hour. I leaned against the body of the car while feeling the footwork that could not stand still. Automatic kinesthetic motion.
"This, Mas. One hundred eight five."
I gave you two pieces of red money. "Take it back, Mom." Long time to wait for change. I was in a hurry to forget to thank you.
Al-Furqan. Also dark. The lights in the pesantren yard may be one of them broken. Only four lit up. Two of them are musala and ndalem lamps.
"Kang, the lights will be replaced. Shucks!" I'm asking just anyone to come. Santri will definitely report it to the manager.
I took off the sandals quickly. Only mine was later seen strewn about than the other five pairs of sandals. I stood in front of the middle of the door. They hit me with shocked looks. Ummik stood near me.
"How, Le?"
I'm ejecting. "I haven't opened it yet, Mik."
Mr. Kabi, Mrs Syawa, Bu Mini, Ms. Ulya, and Mbak Ufi were also deliberately collected in the living room as witnesses of DNA test results that are now held ummik. Ummik sat back. I thus. It's not just me who's fighting. No one is smiling. Abah and Mr. Kabi alone look the calmest. Ufi's mother furrowed her brows. Not blinking her eyelids. But, I cannot interpret the expression of Mbak Ulya who I think is still ambiguous, unless he has heard all the stories. Nyonya Syawa's face looked blue. He held Mr. Kabi's hand. Then, Ms. Mini sobbed to welcome the real farewell that would occur between her and Iza. He resigned first. While I myself focused on ummik who was trying to open the glue envelope half in a hurry. I had to ask that I open it.
Saying the word basmalah, I pulled the contents of the envelope. Just by reading it at a glance, I repeated it twice, I gave the command, "Mister Ufi, call Tsaniya now."
"Yesy."
Everyone is shocked. Isak Bu Mini roared louder. Ma'am Ulya tried to calm down with mi ik face not so understanding. But, he understood very well that the person he was staring at was facing the most unwanted sadness that happened in his lifetime.
The Ufi brother I told was still dumbstruck like a sambet. Mouth gaping. I saw him swallow. "What, Gus? Genengan told me to call Tsaniya?"
I nodded while smiling. I looked at ummik and abah alternately. We also hugged. Our crying broke.
"Alhamdulillaaaaah, Alhamdulilla. O God's Wrestling, O Allaaaah. Allah Akbar. Muhammadar Rasulullah's. Yes Kariim, Yes Kariim, Yes Rahman, Yes Rahim." Ummik does not stop praising God.
Abah grabbed me and ummik was so strong. Patting my back. Tears welled up in the pelupuk. Meanwhile, ummik's property has been decomposed in the face. My wet shoulder was spilled in part.
"I'm sorry to make you feel bad" I told Ms. Ulya.
"I don't understand, Gus. What the hell does this mean? Tsaniya who's referring, Gus?"
I was about to explain, but Lady Syawa immediately turned her head and took over the answer, "She's Ranaa Hafizah. You know, right?"
"I mean Ranaa?"
"Dek, Ranaa is Fakhar's younger sister. The DNA test is what tells us the truth. Whys? What's wrong?"
"Gus, I want you to explain everything to me."
"Yes yes. I'll explain later. Later, yeah. Timing's not right now."
I went out for a while to get the flowers I bought earlier. I took her to the living room. I put it next to me to sit.
"Mbak Ulya, actually said Sister Syawa earlier. Her sister-in-law was found. Sampeyan and Fakhar can get married soon."
Ummik turned to look at me. "Le, tomorrow we'll have a thanksgiving yo, Le. You invite Abah and Umine Gus Yazeed."
"Yes, Mik."
"Master Mini?" call ummik.
The Mini looked up without power. The motion of his body approaching to ummik was contending. If standing, it is estimated that the Mini Bu will immediately fall. He looked at ummik very deeply.
"Say what you want from us? After seventeen years of caring for Fizah. Growing up to be a good boy. Please tell me honestly! We're here to know everything. Mini mom I take it out myself."
"Mr Nyai, ngapunten. If Bu Nyai told me to be honest, surely njengan would not be able to agree."
Abah said, "We're sorry. Please apologize profusely. That's right said Ampeyan, ma'am. Our family will no one can."
"I'd like to meet Ranaa, Mr. Kiai."