KINARA (Tresno Soko Kulino)
12 Warmth

This afternoon the Anderson family gathered in the back garden, chatting together while enjoying a warm tea and family favorite snacks provided by the Big Lady to welcome the arrival of her new daughter-in-law.

Azka sits in the middle between Sean and his father, occasionally laughing with Sean and Azka.

"Papa still want not time to change his diaper Azka and papa in kencingin fit on papa's face?? The vows were funny abiisss hahahah" Sean recalled.

"Well, that's the most papa inget thing. Sometimes papa sampe laughs to himself if you want his little Azka"

Azka just grunted when she heard her childhood story. Was that funny to me at the time? Her thought.

"And who cried in class because kebelet peed because he did not dare to ask permission from the teacher and ended up wetting his pants hahahahaa" Azka replied to his brother's booze. Mampus lo! His inner.

"hahahaaa" they laughed together. Sean still remembers the incident when he was a Kindergarten, for fear of asking permission from the teacher to go to the toilet as a result he peed in his pants and menagis taut.sang mama who was initially afraid of anything happening to him finally laughed loosely after arriving in the classroom found Sean's pants wet ones because of bedwetting.

Kinara who was sitting on the opposite seat smiled seeing the reaction of the three of them. There was a yearning sigh present in his heart, longing for the Mother and Father and Brother Revan. Longing when they are still in the village and have not migrated to the city, longing for their togetherness at all times that are always together inseparable. Father and Mother are always there for him, Brother who always accompany him when difficulty doing schoolwork and many more family warmth that he always misses.

"Ra's good, isn't it?" asked Mama to throw her daydream. He turned his head and smiled to see his mother-in-law showing a navi robe in front of him. "Who is good, which cream color is also good for whom?" ask Kinara

"This is just an example for the ta'lim ceremony uniform happened to be a boutique temen mama outin new products so mama recommended for the ta'lim ceremony and tomorrow mama will take it to the place of Bu Hajah Aisyah to choose". Obviously the mother

"Owh that is" said Nara berohria while massaging her legs that feel twitching. " Where is Mah Kak Rania? was there a flower nyiramin?" tanya Kinara tried to melt her awkwardness a little.

"Ke dalem earlier" answered Mama without turning away from the games he held. "This pink salem is good as it is..? Mama asked, looking back at Kinara grimacing her feet. Mama immediately put her robe on the table and grabbed Kinara's swollen legs over her thighs and massaged them slowly.

"This is the center of the pain, tomorrow also healed anyway, this has been meningan not too swollen like earlier. Still hurts, huh?"

"Banget mah" Kinara replied awkwardly. At least at this time the presence of her mother-in-law was able to treat her longing on her late mother.

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After the Maghrib prayer, Azka went down to join the papa who was sitting on the sofa in the living room. There are a few things he wants to discuss with his father.

Kinara laid her body on a medium-sized bed while circulating her gaze throughout the gray-dominated room with several paintings and picture frames displayed at several points and various miniature collections of cars neatly arranged in a closet. "hemm guy abiss his collection ginian all" he murmured inwardly.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly while closing his eyes. "Everything is beautiful in time, how come you haven't heard from me?"he muttered and grabbed the phone on the nightstand just to see if there was an incoming notification from his brother. "Huh the loyal mulu operator from the past." his grunts then save his phone back.

"Well Deck, where's Kinara?" sean asked as he sat down at the dinner table.

"In the room" Azka replied flatly

"Nih bring it to the top mama do not want to help mama sick. "pinta mama while putting a tray containing a plate of rice, a bowl of vegetables, side dishes and fruit and drinking water.

"Ntar aja ma Azka want to eat first" he replied cuek.

"No rejection Azka, now bring it up." mama's orders

"Azka eat first ma" still ngeyel.

"You guys bring a plate you also mama does not want anyone not to eat, and I mama said

"Okay, dear mama..." Azka brought a tray and a plate of rice that she ate and sauntered away from the kitchen.

"Ra's opening a donk room" she shouted in front of the room

"Open up yourself" Kinara replied from within

"Can't my hands heavy nih cepetan gak pak____" not yet finished he spoke open door

"Here eat it" Azka said, sitting on the floor. "Hmm?" Kinara frowned "I can't sit cross-legged" she continued, coding that her legs were still not okay.

Azka took a tray on the nightstand and put it on the floor." You sit down can you?" tanyanya, Kinara nodded her head understandingly and then took a position sitting on the edge of the bed. He noticed Azka's movements that filled his plate with side dishes and vegetables and gave them to him. "Nih in the meal, abisin ya ntar me in omelin mama if not abis, do not forget to read the prayer" he said in welcome nods from Kinara.

After finishing with the dinner ritual, Kinara went to the study table to do some tasks that he had not completed because he was absent to take care of the wedding. Azka did not return to her room after dinner.

"What time is this hoaaamm?" he muttered while looking at the clock on his phone screen. "Udah ten o'clock pantes I sleepy" his inner. He immediately tidied up the book and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash his face and berwudlu then proceed to dreamland.

At 12 pm Azka just returned with her tired face. Arriving at the room he laid down his body next to Kinara who was sleeping behind him. "Huuh I'm tired, just started work already ke ruda forced all my body crumpled."His inner.

Azka stroked Kinara's hair slowly fearing that she would wake up. "Emmhh scented my wife very much" she smiled "ahh what the hell am I? Mending sleeps" her inner self again.

Azka went to the bathroom to clean herself and then changed clothes and followed Kinara to dreamland.

"Gute Nacht Kinara.." He said softly as he stroked Kinara's hair at a glance.

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"Mother..ibuuu... Mother.. Don'tdon't.. Jangaaaann touched my mother..

Ayaah, I'm not helping mom.. Don'tdon't... Don't touch my mother....."

Gone.... Don't touch my mom......"

"Bec.... Awakening...Kinara banguun why are you...??"

"Kinara, wake up Kinar... Why you??"

Azka tried to wake Kinara who was raving incoherently. Azka saw the clock was already at 2 in the morning. He had just fallen asleep 2 hours ago and was now shocked because Kinara was making a fuss.

"Why are you shining?" azka asked quietly as Kinara opened her eyes with a breath of stinginess on the afterglow of a clear circle flowing from her sad iris. "He's killer... Mothers... Hikss hikss..."

Lirih Kinara in between her sobs.

Azka sat Kinara down and hugged her tightly. There was a sense of compassion in the depths of his heart. "Cup cup is crying, Alfatihah for mom huh hemm?!" said Azka quietly in the ears of Kinara who was still sobbing.

Azka gave a glass of water to Kinara as the girl's cries had already subsided. "Do you want to pray tahajjud?" tawar Azka was later on the Kinara Anguki. Azka immediately led Kinara to the front of the bathroom to wash first while she prepared a prayer tool.

"Is he ready??" ask Azka

"Hmm" replied Kinara briefly.

They dissolve in the takbir facing the owner of life, giving up all the restlessness that only their heart and the Creator know.

"Hiks.hiks.." Kinara again dissolved in his sadness after Azka said her last greeting. Azka immediately grabbed Kinara's limp body behind her. Azka buried Kinara's face in the chest of her field hugging her tightly while chanting a prayer. He knew there was a deep wound neatly stored in his wife's heart.

"Killer...what does Kinara mean? Did he know anything before his mother died?" inner Azka. "O Allah open the veil of truth on Your permission, I do not know what happened before I met the girl who is now my way of worship, open the way for our family to Your Love and present love and compassion in our hearts Because of Your Grace, Amiin Ya Robbal Alamin"

Azka stroked his wife's back. There was a sense of pity that rained hard on her heart to see Kinara raving indistinctly. "Murderer" said the word that kept coming from his wife's tiny lips. There were many questions that automatically filled his head at the same time.

Shortly thereafter a soft snoring was heard behind the chest of his field. Kinara fell asleep back in his arms. Azka immediately opened the prayer tool used by Kinara because it was wet with tears, then put Kinara on the bed.

"Gue didn't know what lo rasain and lo adepin were before we met. At first I refused this matchmaking, but I am not a person who runs away from responsibility if it is for the sake of parents and family and I abstain from female pain. I will try to fulfill this responsibility as best I can. Although there is no love among us but I am sure all beautiful in his time." inner Azka while staring fixedly at the face of Kinara.

Azka was sitting next to Kinara who was sleeping the clock was already showing at 03:15 in the morning. He decided to do schoolwork while waiting for the dawn and dawn that soon.

...........to be continue..

"I am vengeful but I cannot hate. Traumatic?? Yes, the wounds that have been there make me experience trauma for so long, if I can repeat the time I want to feel like I'm not facing anything painful. Trying to be sincere is not as easy as people say. In fact, I still remember that wound as time passed. If this were just a novel would this end beautifully? "