Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 20
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U...
...O Allah, I ask you for knowledge that is beneficial to myself and others, and for good fortune and charity that is received by your side...
...(.(.HR. Ibn Majah and Ahmad) 2...
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Mentari has not yet seen, the light is still dim because it is not time to rise. But Ardha already wants to go to the location of syutting, even Cila was still slumbering with his sleep.
As usual, Elea kissed the back of Ardha's hand before the man departed.
“Be careful yes, Mas!” said Elea as she waved at Ardha who had walked towards the gate.
Ardha's mouth grumbled because of Fatih who did not want to go inside. The man was waiting outside the towering gate.
“Lo so rich assistant no use, when I was told to walk, you should pick me up to the front door, not the front gate!”
Ardha nagged as she threw down the body in the back seat. Tuck his head on the back of the chair.
“Once in a while you give me the same! besides you walk just near doang, different story again if the car goes into the yard, I have to turn the car again, time again.”
Elak Fatih while reviving the car engine and splitting the still stretchy road.
“Usually you are too, never moan! Why is it just now?”
“Because you are sensitive!”
Fatih said as if there were other intentions that he was hiding. Behind the rearview, Fatih could see Ardha's piercing face.
That's how they are, often fighting but able to work together.
“Lo have eaten?” Ask Ardha then, don't be surprised. It has been explained that they are strange.
After a fight, without any apology they will make up on their own.
“Ya is clearly not yet! Lo forgot? During my time as your assistant, have I ever eaten so early? there is no time I make cooking early in the morning,” explained Fatih answered Ardha's question that made him upset. He lives alone, to wake up in the morning is already profitable.
Ardha opened the bag containing the provision of Elea's cooking. There are two rice spots complete with side dishes and vegetables.
“Make lo!”
Ardha handed him one place and placed it in the seat beside the wheel. Fatih glanced at.
“Lo bring stock? tumben!”
“Hmm, Elea the Make,”
“Enak?” fatih asked, again observing Ardha behind the hanging rearview mirror.
“Cobain by yourself,”
“I mean, good having a wife?”
“Lo curious? So find a girl trus nikahin and rasain how it feels to have a wife,”
“Udah, but same first person.”
“Ppffftttt,” Ardha looked up at Fatih's gloomy expression as usual.
“Mean him so that guy who is nimble don't let it fail. Ah lo how the hell! Want me to give you tips so I can sat set?”
“Ga interests!”
Disappointed, sick, and eager to say if the girl he meant was Elea. The woman Ardha had just edited and was made wife, mother of her child.
Remembering, it still makes Fatih sick even though his heart is sincere.
Fatih looked at the supply that Ardha gave with a meaningful highlight.
They've reached the syutting place. Get ready and do the scene.
They rest right when the dawn of the Adhan reverberates.
Ardha's footsteps firmly towards the resting place. There Fatih was still loyal to his sitting position and was eating the provisions that Elea made.
“Lo why?” Ardha asked spontaneously as she looked at Fatih who was crying while putting mouth after mouthfuls into her mouth.
“Taste your wife delicious! I so remember the cuisine of the home,” explained Fatih while wiping the tears that continue to seep.
Ardha chuckled and handed me a bottle. “Udah I sayin, so find a wife!” strange too, Ardha had thought why the word always glides without excuse.
He remembered that Mama Nira had introduced women many times, but why did Ardha feel reluctant to restart marriage?
Ah yes, Ardha is sure that he talks like that just to tease Fatih!
“According to you a marriage that is intertwined without the foundation of love will last long?” fatih's question had made Ardha silent.
“People who marry on the basis of love alone can get divorced, so do not rule out the possibility if a marriage without love also ends in divorce.”
Do I still have hope? Fatih's selfish side is back up.
“What is your marriage? On the foundation of love or the runway of force?”
Fatih pretends not to know. Because Ardha did not tell me how the chronology of their marriage. Ardha just said that they run ta`aruf on the media.
Though Fatih knew, Ardha had just known Elea and she was the one who first proposed to Elea.
“Gue?” Ardha observing around “Color of circumstance!”
“Ga no feeling like or lo start to like Elea?”
Ardha was silent for a moment, his flat face was very difficult for Fatih to read.
“Gue want to pray, you want to come?” Ardha did not answer Fatih's question, but instead invited them to carry out obligations that they rarely do.
Fatih was confused, since when did Ardha pray and the man had just said something beyond reason and had never been thought of.
He had, a few weeks ago, performed the prayer. Yes, of course, since knowing Elea. the name of the woman that Fatih always slipped in her prayer.
“Tumben lo prayer? Is it because of Elea? you changed because of Elea?” Ask Fatih impatiently.
“Ga has something to do with that noisy woman. I only want to pray, instead of praying is an obligation for Muslims?”
Fatih nodded and started following Ardha to perform the dawn prayers together.
At the end of his prayer Fatih prayed to be given the way. If it is his destiny, he will wait.
Hoping that one day, if Ardha ends then he gladly accepts. Even if long, Fatih trying to be faithful to wait.
On the other hand, Elea had been at the Cila school. Who used to leave for the store in the morning to work, now turned into a housewife.
Elea had missed her old home, her flower shop as well as her employees, including Sheryl who until now she had not met.
Tired of waiting, Elea started scrolling through her red app. Opened the story that her husband had just created.
A photo of rice with a supply place, exactly with the provisions that Elea made this morning. There is a caption written.
May my weary be a blessing and your weary be a field of reward. Thank you my hubbie.
Elea blushed while reading the caption, yesterday my wife, now my hubbie.
It turns out Ardha can be this romantic.
“Allahumma inni as-aluka ilman naafia, wa rizqon thoyyiban, wa practice mutaqabbalan”
(O Allah, I ask you for knowledge that is beneficial to myself and others, and of good sustenance and charity that is received by your side, and of good reward)
Elea cupped her hands and rubbed them slowly. Pray for the Husband's sustenance to be smooth. She blushed again when she looked at the story of her husband.