Immaculacy
Plan

The waves break the silence of the night. The wind started to pierce the bones. The man sped up his pace, heading for the inn, carrying a bag of food that his wife requested.

Fairmont Nile city, the woman sitting in the soft seat turned on the television, not to be seen, but only to drive away deserted. His eyes stared out, through the window he had already opened his curtains wide. For several days traveling from one city to another, the thing he never missed was to see the scenery from behind the window.

Free, nothing to disturb. Like what I want to see it in style, can while sleeping, while eating, do not have to look neat, just with a nightgown is comfortable, he thought. It is not appearance that is important, it is important to be grateful when seeing so perfect a creation of God, as it is today. His foresight rests on one point, Water.

The Nile, one of the longest rivers in the world, divides nine countries. If you hear the word Nile, you must remember the prophet Moses, the silent witness of the river, who was carrying the prophet Moses until you met Siti Asiah, wife of Pharaoh.

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"Hm..why so long!" she said she could not wait for her husband to come. Dissipate all delusions through the time of the kingdom of Pharaoh.

Tiits... Ckleek

The door opened, he saw a tired face behind a smile that still looked sweet.

"Capek ya, Mas?" Mila was leaning on her husband's shoulder from behind.

"Hm. yanh over here, deck" exclaimed Dzaki pointing at his head for a massage.

"Mas, pussy?" Mila sat next to Dzaki sitting on the carpet, straightening her legs.

"Slightly, maybe because I'm hungry."

"Well, let's eat, man!" Mila got up from her seat, picked up a plastic bag that Dzaki had placed on the nightstand.

Mila took out two food boxes that were much larger than the food box in Indonesia. One box contained Ful, and the other was Umm Ali.

Ful, an Egyptian staple food made from fava beans cooked with a little salt and oil. This nutrient-rich food, calcium and iron must be heated before eating, before Dzaki has asked the seller to do so, although it should give more tips.

They ate it greedily, a plate of both.

"Why all of a sudden the asking is weird, grandpa!" Dzaki opened the conversation, after a long time they just quietly enjoyed the dish.

"How weird, Mas. Mila just wanted to know the typical Egyptian food, we were eating fried rice." Reply with full mouth.

"Why not buy here, just call Room service, sorted. I'm not tired of coming out."

"If you buy food at the hotel is expensive, Mas. Unfortunately the money, we share the same traders out there, after all brave enough zamin. It must not feel this good." said Mila still greedily.

"Sorry, it's troublesome. But wait a minute! Why does it not seem so sincere?" Mila stopped eating.

"Eh. mas sincere world afterlife dear, let's try his dessert, it's delicious loh." The sharpest move according to Dzaki, grabbed Umm Ali, who was next to him. Don't let him suck anymore, he thought.

"If it's like a cake, yes. Sweet, tasted the cinnamon powder. But it's too fat, wek." The first kunyahan gives an interesting impression, but then there is a taste that does not match the mouth of Mila.

Umm Ali, is a mixture of milk, vanilla, cinnamon powder and cream that is boiled then topped with dried coconut, almonds and raisins, sometimes also added pistaschio nuts. Then baked.

This is one of Dzaki's favorite foods during his stay in Cairo.

"The spent gas, yes. Mila does not want to." said Mila resist nausea, as hard as she can hold it, do not let her Ful out.

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The journey is over, tomorrow they will end their honeymoon journey. Work awaits the lecturer who has been absent for three days. Fortunately there was an assistant who could be trusted to replace Dzaki for a while.

"Dek.." said Dzaki grasping his wife's arm.

"Yes, mas. What was? I haven't slept yet." Mila sat down and leaned her body on the bed.

"Kok, sit down?" Dzaki also sat down.

"If you don't sit down, Mila will fall asleep, Mas." it's true, Mila is very sleepy.

"What's the plan after his S1 diploma comes out?

"Find job. If it's permission, anyway!"

"If you can't work, what?"

"Then Mila is at home. Mila go with me. If so, it wants it. Adek is no problem. The wife's with the husband." Mila looked at her husband. There was steadiness in every utterance that came out of his lips.

"I want to be like ummi, although highly educated, but prefer to devote myself to her husband, I want to be like mamak, work does not always have to leave the family." her eyes glazed, undeniable, can not be denied, there must be disappointment. Being a scholar is not as easy as one might imagine. There's a love of grief in it. There is a long struggle to finish it all.

"If so, how about learning the same? adek wants to learn Arabic, want to learn naji al-qur'an as well, but once Mila can memorize like a mas. Do you want to, teach Mila?"

The man next to her could only smile at her sweetest. It's not wrong to choose a wife.

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The middle-aged woman was holding two paper bags, she was very lucky to get their best employer.

"Thank you,Neng. I've been bothered to buy this." said bi Lastri holding two beautiful bags containing some hijab, prayer beads and also men's clothes. Mila deliberately bought it for the husband and wife who guarded their house. Mila doesn't consider bi Lastri and her husband like anyone else. They're my family here, as he often says.

Bi Lastri placed the parcel on the kitchen table carefully. He resumed his work that had been stopped because he was called the master.

"What cooking is good, Bi?" said Mila without seeing the lastri bi who was washing dishes. Mila opened the refrigerator to see that there were vegetables and fish in it.

"Kok, it feels like you want to eat fresh, yes, there is also no spicy. Hm.." said Mila to herself.

"Auntie, can you please buy me a goldfish in the market?, I want to make arsik."

"Good,Neng. Aunty will buy it, aunty can finish this first, neng." said bi Lastri politely pointed at the pile of dishes with his thumb.

"Yes,Bi. Please, I also want to make a shopping note that you should buy later," Mila sat at the dinner table with a small book and pen in her hand.

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"Hm.. steady!" said the woman was satisfied with the taste of her cooking.

"Let's eat together huh, Bi!" he said it was friendly to invite bi Lastri to eat.

"Oh,Zinc. Auntie's not good."

"Well, not good why? if aunt refuses, then aunt thinks Mila is someone else. Besides, it's not good to eat alone bi, Mas dzaki came home in the afternoon. Yes, bi. Yeah. yeah.. accompany Mila to eat." she said.

"Well, neng."

The two of them ate greedily, occasionally the sound of them talking on the sidelines enjoying lunch. Arsik goldfish, with long bean stir-fry. The combination that fits Mila's tongue, but a little strange diidah bi Lastri. Andaliman's taste is still very foreign to the middle-aged woman.

"Neng, fat it" said bi Lastri

"Yes, Bi. These days, Mila wants to eat!, but not all food. Mila is now so picky bi. If you want to, you will be eaten. If you don't want to, don't try, throw up."

"Neng, pregnant?" tanya bi Lastri.

Deg

Mila stopped eating. He washed his hands in the small bowl he had prepared at the table.

"What a yes, bi. Mila hasn't tested in a long time, I don't allow it. He said later if it was too late for the month. But this is not yet his schedule. Can you get pregnant, bi?"

"Can be aja,neng. Maybe after neng finished menstruation last month directly so!" reply bi Lastri enthusiast.

"Hopefully yes, Bi" said Mila slowly, the feeling came back, the hope that was not broken in do'a in every prostration.