Lecturer & Rector
Arrivals
Like a termite blown by the wind. In an instant, we can move places. Now Anisa and Farhan have been in the shopping center of Jombang City.
After their asar prayers go straight to cuss! Depart. Why not this afternoon? Which cake anyway? Obviously Anisa was exhausted, Farhan ordered to rest.
Not much stuff they'll buy. Because other needs are available. There are still prints that have not been bought.
A late afternoon doong walk! The afternoon atmosphere is suitable for refreshing. Not too hot, so it is more comfortable to just walk around.
Before walking through the afternoon of Jombang city, Farhan invited Anisa to watch the cinema.
Prime up! Yes, this is Farhan's first time going to the movies with his wife.
"Don't be a horror" Anisa said as Farhan was picking on the film.
"What genre do you want?" Ask Farhan.
"The adjah comedy,"
"The comedy should wait 3 hours again dear, later the next day,” said Farhan softly. Distracting the Maids on duty. There was clearly a look of admiration on his face. Not separated from Anisa's consciousness.
"Yes, it's horror." Anisa then embraces Farhan's arm.
A proud smile was present on that charismatic look. Then Anisa's fingers paid for the movie tickets.
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Two hours passed in the cinema. Even though Anisa wasn't looking at the screen. He hugged Farhan by covering his ears.
Once she screamed in shock right when the ghost appeared and at that moment she was snooping from between the arms of her husband.
Not intentionally. Farhan did not even have the slightest intention of deliberately watching horror. He was just looking for a movie with a live time. Be understood! He used to manage his time with good.
How's anisa? Don't ask. He's afraid! Never once did he let go of his embrace.
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Before returning home, Anisa invites to eat outside. With pleasure dong!
Count this as a romantic dinner.
"What are we doing for the house?" Ask Farhan.
"Emm, what the hell... Mother also wants to go home he said" While flipping through the menu book.
"Pizza is just a chickmee snack, Ma'am" said Anisa later.
Some time ago Mother had called Anisa. I told him if I would stay at home. Because tomorrow the beloved daughter-in-law will go on a pilgrimage with her son.
Oh yea! They were dinner after the Maghrib prayer in the mosque they passed to go to the restaurant.
It's not Anisa if you eat for a while. Therefore, in order to escape the obligation of Maghrib prayer, they carried it out at the beginning of time.
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"Alhamdulillah, right up to."Farhan said after parking his car in the yard.
"Mother has arrived Mas, it's his car," said Anisa with a sumringah.
"Yes, let's go inside. Don't forget the groceries" replied Farhan.
"Mang Darma, would you please move the car to the garage? Same with my father too" Farhan gave Mang Darma the car keys.
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Farhan brought Anisa's groceries. While Anisa brought the food she bought earlier.
"Assalamu'alaikum," said the two of them.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, O God Unfortunately Mother has arrived. Mother kangen lhoo," Mother approached Anisa and hugged her tightly.
"Tomorrow even left again," Mother continued with her sad face.
"Relax Bun, the pilgrimage is only 5 days. Maybe if more, Farhan will take Anisa to go for a walk first" said Farhan.
"Yes, Mother again misses. Come to the family room," Invite Mother.
Such are the two families that are united through the bond of friendship and love between children. The house of Besan seems to be its own home. No confusion at all.
"Anisa ready food first yeah Bun. Mas Faridz same Mother to there first die," said Anisa and reciprocated the sign Mother link the index finger with the thumb as a sign of Okay!
Anisa painstakingly prepared in the snack bowls that she bought. With the pizza in the box.
"Assalamu'alaikum Ica!" A woman approached Anisa.
"Lho! Wardahs! Arrived here? O Allah, kangen bangeeet," The hug event between two lovebirds is inevitable.
"When did he get? Up what? Brother Ical pick you up, right? How's it going?" Anisa leaned in with her questions.
"Syuuutt, one-to-one," Wardah sat on the dining table chair as she looked at Anisa who was preparing food.
"I was the same Mas Aibil took the bus here. Continue to be picked up by Sister Ical.When azan maghrib deh I got here. There is a Mother of Mas Farhan. For what! Very good Niiiss!" Connect Wardah at length.
"Yes, Mother is good. But Cak Ibil's mom is good too, right?"
"That's a good thing, you're very good too. But Mas Aibilnya is still difficult," he said softly. It was obvious the sadness and the inner burden Wardah was carrying. Why' Anisa felt that sadness,
"Patience, I'm sure gradually Cak Ibil will be able to melt. Beloved spirit. We go to the family room yuk," Take Anisa. Wardah helps by bringing drinks in trays.
Fortunately, Abi's family room was large. So when the gini get-togethers are not cramped. Haha.
Anisa chose to sit in the middle of Farhan and Mother after Mother asked for it.
While Wardah sat next to Cak Ibil and Umi.
Thank God Anisa ordered more food. Didn't know his best friend would come so soon.
"Mother take Jacy with Jeje! Mommy is waiting for you to come home not coming home," said Mother stroking Anisa's fingers.
"Mother overdo it! Only 5 days left behind already missed. Lebay," Canda Farhan.
"Silent Han! You will be in spray. Again sensitive your Mother," continued the father who was avenged Abi's naughtiness.
"Sendiko dawuh Mommy, Dad," Farhan bowed like a middle of a sungkeman.
Don't forget about the baby's grandpa Ical yaa. He also spoke with his abstract words. The atmosphere tonight seems to be melting more smoothly. Laughter, stories become one. Cak occasionally joined nimbrung as well. While Wardah Central holds a baby grandpa. He moved to sit near Aisy's sister.
Without shame, the Hijab of Anisa appears to be stroked by Mother. Anisa has been laying her head on Mother's lap ever since.
"Don't be too spoiled Neng," Tegur Abi told Anisa.
"Biarin! I'm even fucking it." Resist Mother.
"Yes so Bi, Mother's child has been transferred to the wife of her own child," said Farhan with a made-up expression sad.
"God! That's what lebay is!" Anisa Sambar.
Seriate....