Immaculacy
Aladin buy Bakso

Eid al-Fitr, takbir reverberate sahut, there is no homecoming word for this one bumil. She and her husband are just at home. Given the cost of a flight for pregnant women.

Saddened? must be sad, how not. While everyone gathered together at the parents' house, Mila could only see them through the vidio connection.

"Mamak, Dad, sorry inner birth, yeah. Mila longs.." the sweet woman wiped her tears, holding back her tears.

"Dear, my father and mother have forgiven!, healthy there you are. Don't mind much, we're all healthy here. Next year God willing, we will be again. Don't cry!" Mai saw Mila start sobbing.

Arpin was no longer seen in the vidio call.

"Where's dad, mom?"

"Oh, dad! it was in front of a guest apparently. Already the phone is yes, mamak want to make a drink first. Baek-baek you are, man. Dzaki..take your mother's son, son!"

"Yes, mak." answered Dzaki, hugging his wife, bracing. The call closed emotionally. Mila returned the embrace with a sobbing that could not be held back anymore.

The man embraced affectionately. He could feel how much he missed his sweet wife to his parents. Such great distances were new to his wife.

"We're going to Lastri Yok's house, deck!" maybe visiting there can reduce a little bit of his wife's sadness. Bi Lastri had also been considered as their own family.

Mila wiped her tears, come on! he said impatiently, passing to the kitchen, preparing some food to be taken to the house bi Lastri.

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"Why, big brother earlier. Kecarian became Mila. Unsatisfied, he looked at his father!" Mai approached Arpin who was sitting on the terrace.

No guests came, Mai lied, there were only the two of them at home, Zain and his wife were still on their way there. While Nando is still in the mosque to clean up the mats that are still stretched as a base for Eid prayer pilgrims.

"I can't hold back my tears, miss the more I see her face! If only my money was enough to get there, it's been there us, the deck. It's in our village." Arpin felt a lot of miss for the drill.

"It's his sustenance to live there bang, pray it will."

Mai went inside the house. Leaving her husband alone on the porch, maybe her husband needs time to be alone.

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"Sorry sir, there's only this!" some cakes in jars were placed on the table, with four cups of hot tea.

"It's okay, Bi. Where are aunt's kids?"

"My kids are gone with their friends. This is what sir, if in the village." replied Lastri who felt awkward accepting the arrival of his employer. His face looked anxious, as it was soon lunchtime. At home there is only chicken soup, which is only a little.

Mila seemed to understand the contents of bi Lastri's head.

"Bi, it was at a crossroads here. I saw a pretty rame bi meatball stall! We buy yok, Bi" take Mila, she glimpsed at her husband. Dzaki understood, he nodded his head.

Mila and bi Lastri went to bakso sanghung by riding a motorcycle ducks bi Lastri, leaving Dzaki with mamang who kept chatting to and fro.

Also called lebaran, meatball stalls are very crowded places visited by people who travel.

Mila approached the cashier's shirt, there was a tall man with an arabian face also standing there. It also seems to pay.

"Everything is 85,000, Mba" said the woman at the cashier's desk.

Mila gave him a red note, gave it. When waiting for change, the plastic bag containing the meat is not in place, leaving only one smaller plastic bag.

Mila looked around, her net stopped at the figure of the man next to her.

"Afwan ustadz, hadza milkiyyun, yatimu tabdiilul bilastiki pepperina." Mila ventured, greeting the man in very limited Arabic.

The man in front of him looked very tired. But it does not fade his good looks. His large eyes are brownish in color, his thick eyebrows and his nose is sharp like Aladin who is buying meatballs.

"Oh, sorry. I was wrong with the plastic, huh?" his vision switched cashier shirts.

"I'm sorry again, Iukhti. I was too tired, so less concentration" he said with a smile.

"I haven't slept from last night, my wife is in the hospital" he added.

"Oh, it's okay, sir. So, was his son born?"

"Alhamdulillah, already. My wife used to miscarry, now God's replacing her by giving us twins."

"Alhamdulillah, then, sir. I am happy. Hopefully both are healthy, his mother also hopefully quickly recovered" said Mila who was also happy to imagine the twins.

"Include me, Faruk. If there is time please visit the hospital." accidentally his eyes focused on Mila's silver which already looks big.

"Oh, yes sir! I thought the father was an Arab, haha...." Mila forgot her meatball.

"Sorry, Mr. Faruk. I have to go home. It's gonna be cold." Mila rushed out, approaching the lastri bi who was waiting outside.

The brief encounter was implied in Mila's heart, her hand stroking her stomach slowly. O Allah, give the servant's son a nose as beautiful as the man's nose, he said. Instantly the shadow of her husband's face flashed in her memory.

"Astaghfirullah, how could I want my son to be similar to someone else, not his father. Masku is also sharp, no less handsome!" he said to himself.

"Sorry,Neng. Aunty didn't hear me, what the hell!" said bi Lastri who was riding his duck bike.

"No, bi. I didn't say anything!" said Mila tightened her grip to the waist bi Lastri.

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