Immaculacy
Nudism
Dusk in the beloved city of Medan. Their return gave a new spirit to Latif's buya, as if there were karomahs brought by Hafiz. As if forgetting the pain while walking, three days his grandson and son-in-law were at home, Latif's mother had recovered as before.
The wrinkled hand clasped Hafiz's tiny hand, leading him down the steps of the mosque. They had just finished performing the Ashar prayer, in the pesantren mosque.
"Be careful, don't run, just walk!" latif's buya is a little overwhelmed to compensate for the super active Hafiz. Like de javu, the same hand once guided a man of Hafiz's age, down the same steps.
"Don't you, don't you go tan the opung house?" ask Hafiz with a chilled pronunciation.
"No, Son. Atok can not come, later pray Hari Raya here rame, who guards the mosque. If it's dirty, who's the broom?" buya Latif said looking for the right reason. It is impossible he explained, as the leader of the boarding school he must stay in place.
"Oiya, but atok atit right! bial aja nyapui nti grandmother, atok follow Hafiz aja!" hafiz replied, not willing it feels that atoknya must clean the mosque.
"Kasianla granny, granny will cook, nyuci, grandmother's work much more. Let it be atok aja, many rewards." buya Latif has begun to run out of sense.
"Bial enter sulga yakan, Tok! Umma also tata want macuk sulga, Ma said, Hafiz smooth baek budi, bad manan. Bial can see Umma again in sulga." Hafiz remembered her Umma's words.
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The scorching sun seemed to burn the skin, the eyes had to frown, the glare of the light was so obvious, no one had the power to challenge it.
The eye did not stop looking at every road that passed, the curving sign of entering his small town that had just been passed, adding to the impatience of the dynamic woman to get to her parents' house immediately.
"Umma, gorgeous!" show Hafiz. The mosque is proud of the citizens of the small town of Mila, still standing on 4 hectares of land. The square next to it is also now a hangout destination for people around. The extent of the green field, with shady trees, and the breadth of the parking area, makes active and creative people find ideas to reap profits.
Cars, scooters to roller skates, rent out by the hour. Another culinary. Although the atmosphere is hot, it does not undermine the spirit of "local tourists" visit the two icons of the city of Kisaran.
45 Minutes passed. The red brick house still remains the same as it was a few years ago. The house and its inhabitants with all its contents are sorely missed by the glamorous woman.
Impatiently, as soon as Dzaki went down to open the fence of the house that was slightly open, the woman immediately got out of her car. Half-run, walk the road. Fitting flowers, even the patio chair still remains in position, like three years ago.
The side door opened, as if it knew something was coming. The middle-aged woman came out from inside. Their Netra met, hinting at a deep longing.
"Murray!" hug Mila. Tears spilled instantly. Happiness that cannot be expressed in words. Never separated far and long from birth to adulthood, after marriage must join the husband wander and can only go home after three years. Distant distances separate them, different provinces of different cities, even different islands.Imagine how missed they are.
Mudik, once the woman only knew the word homecoming from television only. Without understanding the practice. Now he feels it.
"Finally come home too, my son!"
"Hafiz.this is grandma, greetings grandmother, son!" said Mila. Hafiz, who had wanted to cry, saw Umma and her grandmother crying, kissing the back of the old woman's hand in front of him.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Grandma!" he said it was funny, making those who heard it must be anxious.
"Eh.. has reached my drill!" Arpin out of the bathroom.
"Dad!" Mila kissed the back of her father's hand, hugged him.
"Diet, yeah! hahaha" Mila sat down slipping her legs on the front carpet of the tivi.
Mai looked at him with an unusual look. A mother's gaze, as if translucent to kehati. Nothing can be hidden from him.
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Feast day goes on as usual, guests alternately come to visit the Arpin residence. No exception Aisyah and Erwin. Three boys were playing toy cars, occasionally heard the typical commotion of small children fighting over toys.
The men were engrossed in telling the story in front, while the mothers some were in the kitchen preparing lunch dishes, and some were just sitting quietly watching the three leaks.
Mila put some of the books on her shelf into a plastic box she bought yesterday at the market. The book was neatly arranged, along with some books that he deliberately bought in Malang.
Czechleek
Door handle open. Aisyah came in with a snack in her arms.
"Mr!" sapana
"Hm...."
"Do you want to get the book?"
"Saved, afraid of being eaten by termites, if left here!"
"You were taken to Malang, Mba?" said Aisyah while continuing to eat banana chips in her decoction.
"No, make school. Brother wants to contribute all this, there are Islamic novels, textbooks as well. Honey, if it's here, it's self-destructed."
"Aisyah, take your husband, the same old man to eat! Uwak prepared the spelling." Mai's orders. Aisha immediately carried out the order.
Mai sat on the bed, looking at her son's sweet face.
"Until when do you keep it a secret from everyone?" he said Mila stopped her activities. Put the last few books in a plastic box, and then close them.
"Hide what, Mom?" he said he approached Mai, and sat next to her.
"Mom knows you from still in the stomach! you know, you're not on a diet! You ever look after a sick man like you!" His tone started high but kept whispering.
"Pity Hafiz, Ma'am! He still needs Mila."
"Don't be late, while it's still treatable why not?"
"Do'akan Mila yes, Mommy! God willing, everything is fine. The more you come here, the healthier Mila is, kok!" mila convinced Mai.
"Oh yes, Mama! These are books to take at the school reunion later, Mila can not be sure to go home again or not, so Mila tipped yes, Mak. Later if Mila can't go home, Ewin or another friend of Mila's who brought her to school." Show the box containing the book.