Liebe Zu Maiza's
Former Mosquito Bite

The sound of loincloth was heard from the mosque in front of the house. From the direction of the kitchen came the sound of the stove just being lit. Usually before dawn prayers aunty Yusnita clean up one job whether cooking rice, brewing tea or grinding dirty clothes.

The widow of two children is indeed deft and agile, not much different from Mama. Besides being agile he is also very attentive to his children, not least I kemakannya. Even though it was only a kemanakan but aunt Yusnita never gave me a different treatment. Aunt Yusnita thinks of me like her own son.

This morning usually Nurul has accompanied aunt Yusnita in the kitchen, sometimes I also accompany, help whatever I can do, that is if there is no PR pending. But this time I didn't help, nor did I do PR because I was gathering energy. The 7-hour break did not fully restore my strength.

My body is still wrapped in a blanket. I buried my head under the pillow to make it more comfortable. My body feels stiff and hard to move. Pain felt almost all over the joint, my bones felt like they were going to come off. I tried to move my legs and geez it felt heavy like a roll of mattress pressing on it. I move my fingers and toes that feel like they are about to fall out.

I slowly woke up and it felt like my spine was about to break. I stood up to take the position of the horses and I beat the body to the left and to the right, the spine crepitations, the sign of lack of exercise and lack of rest.

I heard aunt Yusnita opened the door. He was rushing to the mosque. Nurul also participated, his bustling and kepo made the daily life of Yusnita aunt so colorful.

"Mama, if Nurul does not pray at dawn, surely at school ridiculed the same friend, and now Nurul salat his dawn on time, at the mosque again, later in school will certainly get praise from the Mother Teacher," yells.

"Everything must be diligent so as not to be ridiculed again in order to gain reward and praise."

"Oh yes, Ma, Kak Afni kok has never prayed at dawn in the Mosque, surely Kak Afni every day ridiculed the same friend," he concluded innocently.

"Sir Afni may be tired dear,"

"Hmm .. so if I'm also tired can not dong mosque?" the cello's non-stop.

"Sir Afni that a lot of extra activities in school so it's natural to be tired, well if Nurul is not much activity, what makes tired try?"

"I'm tired of playing sometimes, Ma."

Children's minds. He had just taken the third grade of Elementary School but his psyche soul was very high. His spirit is always burning to know things. If there's no assignment, then he'll go into my room and do exclusive interviews ranging from trivial things to something serious.

My daughter-in-law had to give a reasonable answer to a boy like her, because the answers she received would have at least influenced her mindset.

***

A woman looked at my face with a sting. Every detail on this face cannot be separated from the side. Starting from a face that is now darker than before, hair that is limp because every day covered with hijab, panda eyes are creepy and the most terrible is acne that is almost nowhere.

The woman staring at my face was the same woman standing in front of the mirror. Who else if not me who looks at myself in the mirror like looking at someone else.

A lot has changed since living in the city. It's only been a month here but the changes are already beginning to show. The change I just noticed. Skin that was once bright is now getting darker and holds a lot of oil. The panda's eyes are getting clearer. The increasingly thin body was gnawed away at Mama and Kak Anaya, and acne somehow until they found a gathering point on my face.

"Lho why is your face suddenly breakouts, son?" asked aunt Yusnita one day when she began to realize my change.

"Don't know Aunt may be due to different air influences or may be due to pollution" I replied guessing.

"Do you have a history of food allergies?"

"No aunt, I've never had a problem with food, maybe the influence of air alone, in the village and in the city is different Auntie."

"Yes, Maiza's sister is black. And his face has a lot of mosquito bite marks!" added Nurul.

[Geez, this boy, acne is said to be a mosquito bite mark,] I giggled in my heart.

"Kak Maiza's face is also like a splashed fried oil, shiny glowing-glowing like a Korean artist."

"Or maybe you're wearing the wrong face cream, son?" ask aunt Yusnita again.

"No aunt, still wearing the old one."

"Sir Maiza's in love, huh?" looking at him, he pointed at me while squinting my eyes.

"Nurul, husss it's not good to talk like that."

"Because Ma, my friend said that people have a lot of mosquito bite marks on their faces, it's a sign that they're in love."

"What's the matter, it sounds crowded?" Ask cuek.

"That's Maiza's face suddenly breakouts so, Mama until stress saw it. Maiza's smooth face turned out to be so, "aunty Yusnita was stressed let alone me.

"Oh, that problem. Ordinary aide Ma, her name is also a village girl with the wind of the city!" Ketus Afni while passing.

I can be mildly depressed if I give more attention to thinking about all that. It is possible that fate has made beautiful seamless as the past. And the glint of the face in the mass of acne made me lose my confidence.

I washed my face with ablution water and faced God with two rakaats. Not to forget I perfected with sunnah as the introduction, also two rakaat.

I just whispered a prayer to God, before the sun opened the night robe. Don't forget I asked him that good luck is still on my side.

Tong Ting

A message came in.

Ayu : "Assalamualaikum 😊, how can Za, can

her book?

Me : "Waalaikumsalam, can't Yu 😩."

Ayu : "Sorry yes Za, I can't help🙁."

Me: "Nothing Yu, relax ajalah, insyaa

God everything will be fine

whoa!" my reply strengthened itself.

***

This morning, aunt Yusnita had prepared fried rice for breakfast. Fried rice made by aunt Yunita is indeed delicious, not inferior to five-star restaurants. Nurul who was ready also joined.

"Fni, breakfast baby!" yell aunt Yusnita.

"Sir Afni, breakfast," Nurul did not want to miss.

"Sir Afni, breakfast," I shouted as well.

"Do you need a dullerperin Aunt?" bargained.

"No need baby, you eat, when he's ready he'll come down."

Almost every morning the situation is like this, Afni rarely breakfast. Since here I can count the fingers I met him at the dinner table. More often eat out.

Usually shortly after we finished breakfast and the table was done, he would come down, without thinking he would protest, "Have finished his breakfast, why don't you call!"

Aunt Yusnita will answer gently, "So Mama has shouted dearly, Nurul too, Maiza too but her we did not hear. You have breakfast now, Mama wants to heat the car first, then leave together."

"Lazy!" resounding. "I had breakfast at school."

"Then you wait in front" asked aunt Yusnita.

"You guys go first, I have a promise with a friend" said the duck he returned his mother's call.

I saw the look on his face, my mind became strange. I'm sure he's planning something bad for me.

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