Immaculacy
Raining

The girl sped up her pace, put a broom into the corner of the porch, she had just finished sweeping through her tiny yard.

" No need to be watered, soon it may rain" said Mila to see the roses that looked withered

Mila rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. The living room of the courtyard is in order, now there is a kitchen. His eyes focused on the dirty dishes and glasses that were piling up in the sink.

The long time guests who alternately came to Mila's house did not leave a clean plate or glass on the plate rack.

While having Mila wash the dishes, fortunately use this, wash quickly rinse quickly! said Mila while pouring dishwashing liquid.

Thirty minutes later, everything was neatly arranged in place. Everything was as clean as the dining table in front of Mila. Tudung saji is no longer in the usual position of storing food. The hood may be tired with the supine position.

" It's good to have a girl! " say Mai to the kitchen

" In a moment our girls will leave." said Arif while pulling the dining chair

" Mila.. Here sit by dad! "

Mila looked over, her eyes watering.

" Why are you crying? " ask Mai

" Nahla.mamak aja ripe, poignant times my eyes "Mila gave a plastic bowl with small holes containing some red onions, white, tomatoes and chili.

Mai took it, just cut the onion already soiled, the cirrhine face the spiciness of living in a household later! said Mai

" This mamak, apparently the household is spicy?, not sweet? " answered, Mila joked

" You will feel for yourself..."

Mila pulled the dining chair right next to her father.

" What's up?"

" Mila's grown up now, grown up, I believe Mila is now a good father's son. Next week Aisyah gets married, gets your sister. Your sister has a choice, Mila has one? is there anyone Mila's been taxing?" ask Arpin at length

" Nothing yet, not daring, afraid of angry father. Mila's still in college.."

" Good then, Dzaki would propose to you. If Mila agrees, Dzaki and his family will come to propose to Lebaran Haji later. Will Mila accept Dzaki to be your husband? "

Mila was down, her tears were falling down. As hard as the rain that fell that afternoon.

" In fact Mila has already left all the decisions on this matter to father. Finding a good husband for children includes the rights of both parents. Mila sure dad must think of Mila's happiness, but well Mila does not want to marry the husband of people" said Mila sobbed

Arpin's phone rings.

" Why are you crying! Get me that daddy's hape first! "

Mila stood up and picked up her father's cell phone which was located on the living room table.

Unknown number, though,

" New number well, there is no name! " cream Mila

" Just pick it up first, it'll turn off the phone later." said Arpin

" All right, if it's important wait for another call! " said Mila in heart

Mila does not like to answer phone calls if the number is not known. He lazily picked it up almost before his phone died

" Hello Assalamu'alaikum father." said a voice from across there

" Dad.hello.hello.." the man kept talking

" Greetings wa'alaikum, wait a minute father in the kitchen." replied Mila as she walked towards the kitchen.

Looks like Mila is familiar with the voice of the man who called it. Mila's eyes combed through the entire kitchen, but Mila found her father nowhere.

" In the bathroom! Wh who? " ask Mai

" Do not know mak, yes already.mamak aja becakak (meaning talking )!"

Mila gave the phone that was still connected to Mai. His face red imagining the man calling, Mila went into his room

Put his body on the bed. His hands fumbled under the pillow. Here comes.

Lots of red numbers on top of the green application. Mila opened them one by one, uh. Her eyes were fixed on one pictorial message.

" I'm sorry inner birth yes deck, happy Eid al-Fitr "

On top of the writing there is a family photo, looks buya Latif, ummi Ana, Amira who is holding a beautiful Zizi using a dress with hair in a ponytail and some people who are not familiar. Seeing Zizi who did not wear the hijab as usual, Mila spontaneously commented "Eh.Where is the hijab son?" write Mila in the reply column.

Before being sent, Mila's eyes saw the male figure in the photo. Mila broke her intention.

" Athaghfirullah.does it be possible that Amira already knows if her husband wants to propose to me!, why his attitude remains as usual to me! "

Mila got up and pulled her study chair. A small blue book in the drawer.

All the burdens he carried in the book. Her tears started to drip. He hadn't nudged the book in a long time. This time the weight was heavy. In addition to praying Mila felt writing her uneg-uneg in a diary book is better than telling anyone, although yesterday had slipped to Juna.

The rain was getting heavier, as hard as Mila's cry shutting herself in her room, her eyes were swollen. His head felt very heavy, his hands were massaging the base of his nose. The longer his head hurts. Mila stood up to take the headache medicine in her bag.

Mila squeezes her robe Maak.call her who already feels very sick. His eyes were twitching and everything was dark

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The man's hands were scratching his head which did not itch. His brain did not stop thinking about something he had discussed just now on the phone.

" Huh..what is canceled "he said slowly.

" Why bang? " ask the woman who prepared the dinner

" It's okay, there's just a little problem" replied the man flatly

The woman stepped out of her legs to call her parents to dinner together.

" Where's the fried chicken?" ask the adorable little boy

" Our fried chicken stock runs out baby, tomorrow ummi just shopping, today Zi eat eggs only yes son! " Amira calms her son, followed by a nod from Zizi

" Smart granddaughter! do not be picky food yes son, eat what is, this is sustenance from God "said buya Latif holding the head of his favorite grandson

Everyone eats with it. The house has become more alive since the arrival of Latif's mother, his wife and child, usually a fairly large house that looks like a spooky haunted house, because only Dzaki who lives alone there.

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The phone screen is on, the owner touches the green conversation app.

" Just in the read, why not reply!, what's wrong with Mila. Why does he avoid me. Usually it's not like this "

Amira read the status, her eyes were rounded when reading the status of the woman she had considered like her sister.

" O God, why is it like this. Is there nothing else." the contents of the writing.

Amira has known Mila for a long time, she knows very well that Mila has a problem she must have written it in her diary never in this conversation status, he also knew very well that Mila would not want to tell anyone about the problem. " Must be Mila is having a big problem" said the woman put her cellphone.

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