My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
suddenly introduced

"mother's child,, her proud mother and father are the same as you" said the mother as she hugged me tightly as graduation ceremony was over

"here I want to hug my father's beautiful daughter" now it's my father's turn to hug and kiss my forehead affectionately

"thank you father, mother has been supporting and guiding Ade. but dear Brother does not Dateng, whereas Ade would like us a complete family photo for memories and on display at home" I sulked because my sister couldn't attend my graduation

"not not Dateng de, but the late Dateng" suddenly a voice that I knew very well was heard from behind my mother

"Abang" I hugged my brother's only "cirain won't be Dateng"

"It was Dateng, right Abang had promised at that time to take annual leave after graduation graduation so that Abang could attend.just yeah, so Abang could not attend from the beginning sorry well"

"yes no papa, the important thing is that you are not late for photos with hihi" we also laughed together

after finishing taking family photos, my mother asked me to go to the house of the nanny mother before saying goodbye to go home.

"we would like to thank Mr. Kiai and his mother for educating our children with sincerity and patience"

my father said as we sat down with my father and mother in the living room

"no need to thank you sir because it has become our obligation to educate and guide our Santri-santri" said kiai so wisely. I just silently listened to the conversation between my parents and pak kiai

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"my dear friend, congratulations on the achievement" Maryam approached while hugging me tightly

"Afwan ya Iam" I said in a guilty tone, because somehow I feel bad for Maryam who is always a champion.

"what am I sorry for?" ask Maryam not understand

"yes, sorry for that, ana so it's not good it should be the anti who went forward"

"yes Allah nur kirain ana what, it is not a mistake. anyways ana who is always superior to anti does not mean at the end must also be so right? the wheel is spinning because there is a controlling, and we will not always be in the same position because there is a governing God" said Maryam with a smile knot

"well, that's how my best friend has always been the best" I embraced Maryam affectionately

"anti-parents have come home? ana hasn't seen each other yet" said Maryam with remorse

"no papa was busy, ana also did not meet anti parents.but if Asyila had met the pas partan all together"

"iya ana also met earlier at the gate, kirain assyila want to go home with us tomorrow we know it is not. but do not papa later we play to his house alone" said Maryam again

"in a moment adzan magrib, later abis pray us to the house mother yuk help sure aunt again bother a guest to the house" invite me to Maryam, ask Maryam, the one greeted with the thumbs up sign agreed with my invitation

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"assalamualaikum,, auntie" Mary and I entered through the back door and immediately hugged auntie together

"kirain neng Maryam and neng nurain had gone home before meeting with aunt"

"not BI, deliberately we go home tomorrow so we can meet aunt first.we are also actually sad tomorrow will rarely meet aunt"

"iya BI, Iam equally sorry if you have the same aunt during the cottage here"

"no one has ever had the same aunt.want it neng Maryam, neng nurain, neng assyila or other delights. there is a thank you aunt in particular the same two who always help aunty, and aunt also chat"

we also hugged each other again.ah, really this heart became mellow.

"BI, can you ask to make ginger milk for Abah same Babah?" there was Ning Farah's voice calling from behind within

"iya neng, auntie kadin"

"BI, Abah same nyai again in here huh?" I asked when auntie was about to make ginger milk that Ning Farah asked for

"oh pantes, really rame"

"BI, let nurain aja the anterine of ginger milk into. kasian from earlier aunty must be tired" said Maryam suddenly when the aunt was about to bring a tray containing a glass

"ko ana?"

"well, who else dong. kasian know nur aunt tired, ana will again wash dishes responsibility.so that can anterin the glass into just anti here"

Maryam seems to deliberately so that I deliver the glasses in, I don't know what she means but what is clear I don't dare if I have to go inside. there must be Gus hafidz too, Gus hafidz, I've been ashamed to see him ever since.

from the moment of speaking to forgive each other,

from the moment we met each other with an unintentional view,

from the moment she saw his gaze and his warm smile,

from that moment on, my heart was different,

"nur, hunt. later hunt the cold of his ginger milk"

"yes let aunty, kasian neng nurain"

"don't bi, let's just not papa. aunty just sit down" actually I deg-degan when I say it to aunt

"neng sure?" ask aunty who seems to know that I actually do not dare to go inside, let alone the big family again gather all.

"god bi,,! bismillah" I stepped into the living room with a tray

"assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam wr wb" replied the nanny's extended family by directly turning her gaze towards me.

masyaallah ko so out cold sweat gini. whereas only nganterin glass for Babah and Abah.but his shame was already rich what. let alone seen the same all the family of the mother's caretaker, but the family's great mother, the nganterin, it feels like the feet are not treading on the earth so deg-degannya.

"lho, it turns out that nurain is still here when she came home" the nanny's mother smiled knots at me when the glasses I brought were placed on the table

"yes not yet ma'am, God willing, tomorrow we just go home"

"this is the kind of tea Santri used to be, right?" asked one of the women who wore a Sage green hijab that was none other than the sister of the nanny's mother.

I just smiled and looked down politely, as an answer to his question.

"yes, her name is shidqya nurain shafina, here nur sit with mother" said mother turned her words to me

"thank you ma'am, just behind me to help aunty" I politely declined

"here sit down first, let me introduce you to the extended family of mothers" without hesitation, my mother immediately pulled me to sit down to join her family.

"here, this is her name Halimah's sister's mother, this is her name Zara's youngest sister's mother, this is her name Hasna,,,,"

mother mentioned her surnames one by one. ranging from her sister, her brother, cousin, Aunt even from the Babah family he introduced to me. honestly, I feel proud because it was introduced directly by the mother to her extended family, even though I was just an ordinary santri but seemed to be treated unusual by the mother caregiver.

after being introduced to his family, I immediately asked for permission to return to the kitchen because I was hesitant if I had to linger inside. I walked with my head down, to the point,,,,, I walked,,,,

BUkkk

my head hit the doorpost in the direction of the kitchen. 'aww, it hurts' I looked to the left right, 'pole ko you didn't say the hell if it was in front of me, it would be a collision right.but here I'm not wrong, because you are here first, so I don't have to apologize well, it's my headache. but you also hurt bad? I'm sorry I hit you, okay I'm sorry you too'

I said to talk to myself while wiping the pole that I just hit, but it does not have to be that either. but I don't know if it's my habit from childhood always apologize if it hits an object even though it's actually me who feels the pain.