LUTH'S LLAMAR
Want to make sure

Luth's body went back and forth on the bed. Anxious to think of the words of Lyn, is Afiqa really pregnant? Who made that girl pregnant? It seemed impossible that the quiet, shy and kind girl was pregnant out of wedlock.

There was no sign indicating that the girl was behaving as a naughty girl who let her body be touched by men.

Again Luth turned his body to the right and to the left. Why did it turn out to be like a fish being fried like this? Back and forth.

Luth sits. Grabbing phones and typing chat aimed at Afiqa. He was very curious, wanting to know the matter as soon as possible. That made him choose to talk via phone and can't wait for tomorrow to meet in person. When he was about to send a chat to Afiqa, Luth's gaze was fixed on the cookbooks he had placed on the table.

A heavy sigh escaped from his breathing. Luth scrolled the message up, read the chat that replied to each other this afternoon. Afiqa asked her to buy a cookbook, she said she wanted to be a good wife and learn to cook.

Luth again deleted the message he had just typed, fearing that his words would offend Afiqa. Luth is also afraid that Lyn just misunderstood a piece of talk he heard about Afiqa's pregnancy, causing a misunderstanding.

Not wanting to hold onto the curiosity any longer, Luth snatched the jacket. Get out of the room and get the car keys. He wanted to see Afiqa.

"Luth, where are you going?"

Luth stopped his steps when he heard Alisha's voice calling out to him. He turned to the source of the voice, looking at Alisha who was sitting in the family room chair while holding her new phone.

"You'll be out for a minute, ma'am." He stepped closer to his mother.

"Where? It's already night time. Don't you usually go out at night?" ask Alisha.

Instead of answering, Luth was interested in staring at Alisha's phone. The last call was a video call to Khadijjah's number.

Alisha follows Luth's line of sight to her cell phone. He smiles. "Maybe your brother's sleeping."

"Yes, maybe, Mom. Tomorrow I'll video call to Kak Dijja again." Luth knows what's really going on. Kahdijja can't be far from the cell phone. It's only eight o'clock in the night, where Khadijja might be asleep. Her brother must have been lazy to answer the phone from Alisha. "I'm going outside for a minute to get some food. Hungry, Mom."

"Tumbent."

Luth just smiled faintly. He then went back for a while, made some warm tea and brought it to the living room.

"It's a warm drink, Mom." Luth put the glass to his mother's front desk.

Alisha smiled looking at the drink. This is how every night Luth does, serving his mother must be ungoverned. Before Alisha was thirsty, Luth had already prepared a drink for her mother. A side dish at the dinner table was also provided by Luth for his mother's lunch. The man is good at cooking. Every morning before going to the office, he does many home activities that are often done by women, both washing clothes using the washing machine, cooking for lunch supplies, and even washing clothes, he also bought food for breakfast around there, sometimes buy lontong, fried noodles, fried rice, and others. He always brought rice wrappers to his mother.

"I'll go first, Mom. What do you want to drop it for?" ask Luth.

"You were just home from work already buyin mother kebab, now do not need to buy anything else. Your money will run out."

"Mother likes to bake meatballs the most, right? I'll bring you some grilled meatballs" said Luth as if he didn't care what his mother said. He breezed away after greeting and kissing his mother's hands full of reverence.

TB