Nackal Duda
Prayer Call

"Om you want to know, Tari answered what to Mbak Tara?" tanya Tari makes my daydreams scatter.

"What do you answer?" manya curious.

"Tari said if what Om Agas love to Tari was more than the price of a car. Tari also said that from now on Maak Tara does not need to be jealous of the household of Tari and Om. Uh he's even more sprained. He said, "Who's jealous?" Though his face is like a fire beard!"

Tara's jealous? Is there still a feeling for me in his heart? Why does this make me happy?

Allahu akbar's.... Allahu akbar's....

The sound of adzan maghrib was heard from the mosque near my home complex. His voice was ruffled with speakers from mosques elsewhere.

"Udah adzan maghrib Om. Mm... Maghrib prayers, right?" tanya Dance with hopeful eyes.

"I haven't had a shower! Still dry!" I said reasoned.

"Jaudah take a shower first. Come Om! Dari wait for Om to be his priest Kayak dance was dawn! Then we have dinner! Dancing cooking menu in the style of five-foot seafood restaurant! Hope you like it!"

I initially refused. But the look in his eyes was hopeful that I would follow what he asked.

"Come on... Om! Maghrib prayer time is the shortest! If Om does not immediately shower later do not get the prayer time!" rengek Tari with its effect.

Huft... Where would I be if he had whined that. "Yes. I'll take a shower!" I got up and walked to my room.

"That's dong! Imam is the coolest! Two thumbs up for Om Imam!"

I scrunched my forehead while receiving the clean towel He gave me. "Om Imam? What's that call?"

"Usually a wife would say her husband was Mr. Imam. Because her husband is a priest in her household! But because I called him Om, so Om Imam! How's it? Cool right?"

I shake my head to hear it. "My calling changed from Duda Nackal to Om Imam! Not cool ah!" I walked into the bathroom, but she was still following me.

"Yes, don't be naughty anymore, dong! It's called progress. Don't be Duda Nackal again! How will dong?" He was singing his lips, making him look even more adorable!

"Udah ah, I am now an Om Imam! The priest takes a shower first! You wudhu in the front bathroom only!"

"Ready Om Imam!" He then behaved respectfully to me by putting his hand on his forehead like he was respecting a flag.

I became the head bobble he made. I took a shower and cleaned my body.

I was amazed by the behavior of Dance that more and more days, the more it amazes me. I used to not be afraid to face me. There are many magical things that he does.

I remember He used to say that I married him I can still be naughty why now I'm the one every time He asked? I even started praying because of her request! Huh you sly girl!

After taking a shower I lead the congregational prayer. Today I have been performing dawn and maghrib prayers. Yes tolerable. Usually I just pray Eid al-Fitr, it's also because I go home to Mama's house. Can get my nagging if I don't pray ied.

The clothes I wear are still good. The color is still pure white because I rarely wear it.

Dance kisses my hand after prayer. But he did not stand up, he lowered his head in front of me.

"What else is this going to do?" many confused.

"You asked for the same design Om. Dari used to see, Mother always prayed by Father when praying together while rubbing Mother's head. Dance also wants to be prayed by Om Imam, because the paradise of Dance is the same Om Imam."

I breathed deeply. Ask to pray for me? I have not prayed for a long time why even ask to pray for me?

I am the one who is a doubt. Will the prayer of a man who has many sins like me be granted? Not sure about me!

"You sure?"

Dance nodded. He lifted his face and looked at me. "Come Om Imam doain Dance!"

"What prayer? Allahumabariklana? Prayer to eat?"

Dance patted my arm with a slap. "Yes that's not it! Want to eat dance? Prayers in Indonesian are easy. Do it in the heart. Remember, good prayer! Evil prayers like to turn to the ones with tablets!" threaten her.

Dance back down. I took a deep breath and prayed in my heart.

May Dance always be the wife of righteousness. May our household be a happy home.

"Udah!" my answer.

"Yes, rubbing his head! Tari said that you hit Mom's head!"

"A lot of requests! Anyway, tonight serve me again!" threaten back.

"Yes, Om Imam. Aye." Yeah."

I sighed again then repeated the prayer in my heart and then rubbed the head of Dance.

"Udah!"

"That's dong! Adzan isya! Let's pray Isya! Come wudhu again. Let it be a prayer!" He stood up and went to the bathroom.

"So he said he wanted dinner? It's a kid on purpose!" gertutuku but still I follow Him and we pray together again.

Today I finally prayed 3 times. Record. Same with this 3-year prayer is its name.

Finish praying Tari invites me to eat. Right what he said. Dinner menu this time seafood roadside. It's delicious.

"When did you study on YouTube, too?" I asked while licking my hands that had a lot of hot sauce. It's because it's too good that I got this way.

"No. Want to go back and not Om?"

"Mh... Can deh! It's yummy!" shyly answer. He smiled at me.

"I have a night at a seafood restaurant by the roadside, Om." He brought me some more rice and side dishes and served them to me.

I went back to eating. "Can you eat seafood every day?"

Dance smiled wryly. He doesn't look like me. Put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, wash his hands and then accompany me to eat again.

"Tari never eats, Om. Dance just see how it works. I want to cook at home thinking. Shrimp prices are expensive. Pas really yesterday shopping time there yaudah shrimp dance cook deh. It's good, Om?"

I'm silent now. Shrimp is also a luxury for him? Cc..ck....

"Never tasted at all? Who has a seafood stall never love you?"

"Never. Fried chicken likes to be given. Coincidentally the seafood is always sold out and there is no waste. But Hapal dance is the recipe. I often see!"

"Tomorrow you don't have to cook! We eat at the seafood place where you work. Whatever you want to eat! It's all delicious. Shrimp delicious. The hull is good too. If Mama comes here to cook like this! Mama loves spicy kayak gini cuisine!"

Dance smiled happily. "Alhamdulillah if Om likes. Yes later Masakkin dance kayak gini. Recipe from the late mother. I used to love to cook kayak gini uh now Dance is cooking Om recipes from Mom. Oh yeah, until I forgot! Dance brought the cake from the dance course!"

"Why didn't you tell me from earlier? I have added this! They're full!" my protest.

Dance doesn't listen and takes the cake out of the fridge. "It's a little cobain, Om. There's still a place in Om Agas' stomach. The boxes in Om's stomach are 6. Can make rice, kale, shrimp, fried banana, drink and cake! Pas 6 right?"

"Boxes? Oalah my six pack! Geez! Look out if my stomach is a one pack because you hahaha.." I laughed at the joke he made.

"Later Dance Temenin Om sport again. Let's try it, Om! Tari for Mbak Inah for his family a little."

"Enak! Great you! Tomorrow you can be a famous chef if you think gini!"

"Amijin!"

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