My Brother's Substitute Role
Part 150 overnight at Mother's house.
Today Alby chose to go home. Now it has become a habit of Alby after staying in Azmia overnight stay here and there in accordance with the word of heart. Sometimes stay at Daffa house, sometimes go home to his own house, bosen change again to return to Mother's house, sometimes also stay at his apartment with Daffa.
"Not come home?" ask Daffa when he's in the parking lot.
"No. Today I just want to go home to Mother's house" replied Alby.
"Okay, I go first, yes" said Daffa, and Alby and Daffa got into their cars.
After covering a distance of almost an hour now Alby has arrived at the residence of the Mother.
"Assalamualaikum," said Alby as he opened the door to walk into the house.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mother. "You just got home from work, Al?" ask Mother Rita.
"Yes, Bun," replied Alby.
Alby walked into the kitchen to his mother. "What's the mama cooking?" alby asked when he saw his mother was busy with kitchen utensils.
"This is my request to ask for a sweet spicy chicken masakin," replied Mother.
"Go take a shower!" Mother told Alby to clean himself first before eating.
"Ready, go to Mami" said Alby then walked to his room.
Arriving in Alby's room instead of going into the bathroom to clean himself, he walked towards the mattress to lay his body on the mattress.
'If you knew every time I went into this room I would see you here welcoming me with a smile that was so soothing. This room will always be a place of memories of both of us as you accompanied me, giving color to my life. Mia, there's no chance for me to see you even if I miss you for just a moment. Sorry I was late to realize this feeling. Azmia where are you, how are you? Didn't you miss me in the least?' Alby's mind looking around the room all nothing has changed only the residents who changed were both now alone.
"Alby," cried the Mother at the door to disperse Alby's banquet
"Yes, Bun," Alby replied.
"Hurry out already in waiting for Father in our mosque pray Maghrib congregation," said Mother.
"Yes, Bun. Alby's coming down in a minute" Alby replied.
"Alright," said Mother.
After the departure of her mother Alby immediately rushed down from the bed walking towards the bathroom to clean up.
"Assalamualaikum" said Alby when he entered the mosque.
"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Mother and Father together.
Alby went inside to approach Vishnu's father.
"Come, Dad!" Mother told Dad to immediately start praying.
"Yes," replied Vishnu's father then he stood at the front, Alby behind Vishnu's father, while Mother was in the back row. They performed the Maghrib prayer service as the father of Vishnu as an imam.
Finished performing their maghrib prayer service towards the dining table enjoying dinner together.
"Dad, what do you want to eat?" ask Mother Rita to her husband. They are now at the dining table.
"Fried tempeh is the same, Bun," replied Vishnu's father.
Mother also took food according to her husband's wishes. After serving Vishnu's father, Mother took it for herself.
"Al, not taken, Bun?" ask Alby.
"Take it yourself, rasain. Therefore, having a wife should not be in vain" replied the Mother.
Alby just kept quiet and didn't answer. He took food for himself.
It is unfortunate that this fate is not getting this attention even can spray from the Mother.
After dinner they gathered in the family room.
"How is your relationship with Azmia going?" ask Vishnu's father to open a chat.
"Still the same as before, Dad. Alby is now just waiting for the trial to inaugurate our divorce," replied Alby honestly he was no longer able to hide everything from Father and Mother yet someday also will be revealed.
"Dad did not expect it all ended in divorce," said Vishnu's father.
"Mother does not know what to say especially now that mother can only pray for you, hopefully someday you can be happy with your own choices. Mother and Father will not forbid you again," continued Mother Rita.
"Amen. Whatever God's decision is for sure that's best for us" Alby replied. Alby didn't want his father and mother to feel guilty about his actions at the time. Let the past pass.