Love Sholeha
Poor lemon tea

The atmosphere of the room was so calm that the master was excited cheerfully towards the bed, ah it feels so tired today. Without removing her broad veil Sholeha lay upon her large teddy bear. Switch hugging the legs of the doll tightly channeled longing as if long did not meet. From her tiny lips came a spoiled muttering voice on the helpless object of her bedmate all this time.

Her legs slightly swung on the lip of the bed, indicating that there was a slightly flowery heart on the woman. He moved irregularly after getting tighter and tighter hugging and drowning his face in the huge doll.

" I am why?" he sat down and smiled, not sure why.

Sholeha repeatedly took a breath and threw it away violently, he dispelled various thoughts that came suddenly to fill his brain. He was tired of responding to his crazy brain this time, as much as possible Sholeha looking for activities that prevent him from daydreaming.

Sholeha was still sitting thinking what she would do at this moment. First he remembered immediately changing his clothes that felt horrendous in wear today, and yes the veil that was so tangled in wear all day. What exactly did he do to such a mess? he asked that on his shirt lying on the floor "It was very messy" he said.

The afternoon sun rays entered through the window of his room, quite clearly showing the day that would soon change. Getting ready to take a bath was still reluctant girl who felt her heart was strange to go step out of her personal space.

" Well, are you cooking?" Sholeha saw her mother was busy in the kitchen.

" Ndak Nduk, I finished this refrigerator, afraid that something was rotting vegetables" he washed some empty containers.

Sholeha also chose some vegetables that look withered "Mommy, Mas Sholeh will come here" he said slowly.

" When?"

" Out of magrib, "Sholeha while washing carrots slightly affected by rotten leaves.

" Do you know Nduk? he was afraid he would come back from the mosque."

" Later Leha will tell you"

Sholeha put three carrots in a container, she was about to go to the bathroom.

" Nduk," called his mother suddenly.

"Yes Ma'am, "Sholeha is approaching again.

" I know you have a lot of thoughts about Rahma, do not be too sad yes even though you have been preached, made the same wife candidates nak Sholeh do not be discouraged to see Rahma, the important thing is that you believe that Sholeh can be responsible to you. I know you're learning to accept this match, and I also know that you're trying to connect with each other to continue your decision. Do not be too sad, Nduk leave everything to Allah." he said softly advising his beloved princess. Out of nowhere the ability to read the heart and mind of his son.

" Mom, Leha is nothing. Sholeha just needs to learn to respond to yourself and a little try to understand Mas Sholeh too, there is still a lot of time right?" Sholeha smiled as her hand rubbed the back of her hand.

" I'm sorry if I was too pushy" Fatma rubbed Sholeha's shoulder fondly.

" But prayer is ma'am!" he hugged his mother tightly.

Since yesterday he has thought a lot about himself, thought and suspected many things that have not happened he was silent at war with his brain regardless of the mother or just telling stories. Sholeha was well aware that she was too secretive and her mother could always penetrate the fortress within her.

And look, with just the look of his eyes he had managed to guess the contents of his mind and heart all this time.

" Mommy is the best" said Sholeha, taking off her arms, she almost shed her tears.

" Have not taken a shower instead change clothes" his mother always told Sholeha.

" He he he, I don't know if it's late afternoon. Shower at night is open"

" This you, your sakkarep Nduk" Ms. Fatma sighed.

Sholeha paused into the bathroom, she turned to the dining table that looked so much the same food at Rizal's house. There's a bundle of wet pastries and a little crackers and chips. Very diverse yes, the contents, the soul chooses and its chips flutter instantly.

" Our mother isn't cooking?" Sholeha sees no side dishes for dinner later.

"What cooking is yes, Mother confused "bu Fatma joined the dining table.

While eating one uncoupled donut Sholeha ignored the mother's answer.

" What does Sholeh like?"

Sholeha suddenly choked, looking at her mother who seemed to be thinking very hard.

"What's the matter, Mom?" his voice was indistinct from chewing the doughnuts that filled his mouth.

"Let's eat here" her mother replied seriously.

" Don't do it, ntar she's not coming home"

" Pie, you're talking about it?" heed it to Sholeha.

" Sholeha doesn't know Buk" replied Sholeha while scowling at her mother.

Not wanting to be confused thinking about cooking, he chose to run for the bath as soon as possible. His attitude managed to get a small blow from his mother who ran away just like that. According to him, it is enough to make warm or cold tea and add one jar of chips is enough like it. He did not expect his mother to drag it to welcome the arrival of his future daughter-in-law.

Actually Sholeha is quite aware since a long time ago, he has been betrothed to the man by his parents. It's just that he used to be dating Arman, he is also the type of loyal woman who can be patient from everything to stay in a relationship with Arman.

Oh yes, before dating Arman he was never close to anyone, at first he was also very sure if he would soon marry Arman, who would have thought that he would have to give up after waiting for such a long time.

Since long ago his mother always advised him not to date too long, therefore he always asked Arman to marry him immediately, he was too chuckling waiting for Arman to marry him so that his mother and father were quite dizzy to face his attitude. And he eventually lost the fight.

Sholeha is even suspicious, if her mother and Bu Nur have been planning since she was not born. Although he was not too close to Sholeh or Nur's mother, this mother was such a close friend. Said their relationship guy as thick as blood. Sholeha can see that, ah already obedient, hopefully not broken in the middle of the road.

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" Assalamualaikum, "sounds a very polite greeting from behind the door that is not closed perfectly.

He kept the promise of coming after the magrib, even he looked very neat and radiant to greet Fatma's mother.

" Came straight here Le?" tanya ma Fatma, seeing Sholeh who is still complete with white cocoa clothes combined with black cloth pants, a sign he also just came down from the mosque.

" Yes Ma'am, afraid of the night" he sat on one of the teak chairs.

" You'll be home soon" said Fatma.

Sholeha heard that her guest had arrived, she prepared to make a warm lemon tea and as she had planned, by adding a jar of banana balado chips on a small tray. He painstakingly waited for the tea to dissolve a little, to look more beautiful when served. Actually Sholeha who is too patient or just delaying the meeting with Sholeh alone?

" Nduk !" call me to meet him in the kitchen.

"Yes Buk?"

" Son Sholeh Boy, there's an impromptu phone call" he said a little nervously.

Sholeha immediately met Sholeh in the living room, with a bit of worry she did not delay her curiosity to ask.

" What's wrong?"

Sholeh was about to leave, he was holding his cell phone when he ended a call.

" Titip greetings to you, sorry I have to serve" he replied a little sad.

" Who died?" Sholeha was panicking and anxious.

" His grandmother is Rahma, I have to go there immediately" he said in a heavy voice, clearly a look of unease on the face.

" Innalillahi wa Inna ilaihi Raji'un, "say sholeha. "later let me tell you, I want to go there?"

" Yes, I can't delay" she prepared to leave the living room.

Sholeha couldn't possibly ask much more this time, nor would she prevent Sholeh from leaving.

With a strand of greeting he actually left the courtyard of the house.

He drove a little hastily to be seen by Sholeha who kept looking at him from the door leaf. Then his father returned from the mosque.

" Sholeh has come Nduk?" Sulaiman looked at the living room that was still quiet.

The two enter and join Fatma's mother in a circle of clean chairs sparkling from the distinctive color of teak wood.

" It has come sir, but there is an impromptu phone call it seems there are relatives who died" replied the mother, who does not know who is in maxut relatives mentioned earlier.

" Whose relatives? how do you know?" Sulaiman was panicked and confused.

Everyone looked at Sholeha who looked silent, "Ah that's sir, Mom, Grandma mbak Rahma" he explained later.

" Rahma, Ayu's friend?" Suliman still doesn't understand.

Sholeha nodded, as she also did not know more about Rahma's family.

" Oh, who do we meet at the clinic when's Nduk?" Ms. Fatma added.

" I think it's yes Ma'am" Sholeha replied as she leaned her back against the back of the chair .

" Emang very familiar yes Nduk, naturally he was in a hurry to get there" Ms Fatma again added her opinion to clarify the situation Sholeh.

A little disappointed, but what to say Sholeh also will not know if there is news of this suffering. Sholeha immediately searches for her phone in the room, she wants to know more clearly than Ayu. At least just asking. He typed out some messages to his brother-in-law.

After getting a reply from Ayu Sholeha back to the living room to see her parents.

" Mom, tomorrow Leha will" Sholeha asked permission.

" With your mother?"

" Yes, Mas Rizal has a job to do."

" Yes, I'm permissioned"

" What's not in between Nduk?" ask father. Because the distance of Rahma's house is quite far from their home.

" Can Pak both be the same Ma'am Ayu, he often went there after school" Sholeha assured his father.

" Aa has it that way".

Intending to just make sure, Sholeha was forced by Ayu to accompany her tomorrow. At first he refused, but Sholeha also thought there was no harm in him coming, but Sholeha also knew Rahma even though not long ago.

Sholeha returned to the kitchen, seeing the fate of the lemons' warm tea that had been left on the dining table.

" Your father, let me drink" he said to a glass of tea that began to cool. He drank it slowly, while feeling the aroma of lemon so refreshing. His heart was not fresh.

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