Not the Perfect Wife
293. S2 - Surgaku
Wulan was astonished by Khairi. Ms. Aini is only a friend of her colleague, but why does she feel that her business is so important? The woman was thinking positively, maybe Khairi's colleague was also an important person. So that makes the man very insistent from last night.
Wulan along with Khairi and Afrin, went towards Bu Nur Aini's house on foot. In the course of the husband and wife's heart beat faster. Pleased, nervous, afraid, all sorts of feelings suddenly approached the two. While Wulan only returned the greetings of the citizens who greeted him along the way.
"That's the house, sir, Miss!" wulan exclamation makes both of them flutter. "Why?"
"It's okay, Ma'am. Is that really his house?" ask Afrin who tries just plain. But not with his heart.
"Yes, No."
Khairi and Afrin both looked towards the house. It's really very concerning. The house is made of bamboo and is very small. The floor is just ground.
Khairi's feet were unable to step. He froze in his place. Afrin is not much different. Even the woman almost shed tears if Wulan did not invite them over.
"Come, Mister, Miss! That's the house that's close" Wulan asked.
"Yes, Ma'am" said Afrin.
The woman also led her husband to come closer. Slowly, the man moved his legs that were not strong. Wulan was already at the door, she knocked on the board that was in front of her several times.
"Assalamualaikum," said Wulan while knocking on the door.
"Waalaikumsalam" said one girl as she slowly opened the door.
"Mbak Laily, sorry, came early in the morning. We want to meet Mom," said Wulan who did call Bu Nur with the call Mother. Same with the other kids in the village.
"Yes, Sister Wulan please come in," said with a friendly smile.
Khairi looked at the girl named Laily, who was none other than her sister. A tear fell on the end of his eye. Soon the man removed it so that no one would know. However, Khairi forgot that his wife was next to him. Of course the woman knew what happened to her husband.
The face of the girl was very similar to that of Papa Hamdan. Khairi is convinced that he has no wrong address. This is the home of her mother and sister.
"Please sit down, I'll call you first."
Just two steps the girl walked, Bu Nur looked out with a slight cough. The middle-aged woman still looked beautiful, despite her thin body. She wears a robe and a long hijab.
Khairi looked at her biological mother with teary eyes. Although it has been years, but his face is still the same as the one in the photo. The man ran and rested before the woman who gave birth to him. He hugged the leg that became his paradise.
The tears she had been holding back since then, could not be contained anymore. He didn't care that the people who saw would mock him, even if he was a man. Aini and Laily's mother is shocked by what the unknown man is doing. How could any guest suddenly cry while hugging his feet.
Aini tried to take off her legs which were tightly hugged by the man. However, he felt difficulty. Laily, who saw her, wanted to help, but Afrin blocked the girl's wrist and shook her head.
"Sorry, Son. Why are you crying. Please take off the legs, Mother!" said Aini Mother softly.
"This is Khairi, Ma. I miss Mama" said Khairi slowly. However, it could still be heard by everyone who was in the house.
Bu Nur Aini froze to hear the name spoken by the man who was gathered in front of her. The name that is always there in every prostration and prayer. A name he had missed for years.
Laily was silent. She knew very well who Khairi was because her mother always told her about the man. However, the girl did not expect to meet today. Especially in a situation that is not okay.
Afrin turned her face to see her frail husband. He could not bear to see Khairi's sorrow. Wulan was silent. The woman had no idea what was happening, but it seemed like they had a relationship.
"Khairi?" repeat Nur with a trembling voice.
"Yes, Ma. I'm Khairi." The man released a hug on his mother's knee and lowered his head to kiss the woman's leg.
Nur immediately sat on the floor and grabbed his son's body to wake up. The woman looked at Khairi's face intently. The tear on her face made her tears even more intense. He did not expect it to come today.
"You Khairi? Mother's son?" nur asked with a hoarse voice and tears that trickled down.
Khairi nodded, "Yes, Ma. This is Khairi, Mama's son."
Without wasting any time, the middle-aged woman immediately hugged her son. The longing that he had so many years harbored, now they were spilling over in that house. A house that is not suitable for occupancy.
"Mom's happy to see you. Mom missed you so much. Every day, I always pray that I can meet you before I die" Nur said in their arms.
"Don't talk like that. Mama, it will definitely be healthy and accompany me."
Long enough they hugged, until Nur unraveled it. The woman asks Laily to come closer to be introduced to her brother.
"Khairi, this is Laily and Laily, this is your brother Khairi. The one you always tell."
Laily just fused his palm in front of his chest, making Khairi frown.
"We, right, brother? No papa, if you hug," said Khairi.
The girl fell silent by lowering her head. "I'm ashamed, we just got to know each other. It feels weird to hug" he said.
"If I'm the one who hugs it, right?" ask Afrin to interrupt their conversation. He approached beside his husband.
"Oh, yes, Ma. This is my wife, her name is Afrin" Khairi said.
"Mom" said Afrin, kissing the woman's back.
"Your wife is beautiful" Nur said as she stroked her daughter-in-law's hair, making Afrin smile.
"If it's Big Brother, you can hug you, right?" ask Afrin to Laily, who was taken by the girl.
Soon they embraced. Afrin gave the husband a code to hug her from behind. Khairi who understood also immediately did. The man knew that his wife was very smart to find other ways so that she could hug Laily. Although it must be blocked Afrin's body.
"Eh, this is sitting on the ground. Your clothes will get dirty. Go, wakeup!" exclaiming Nur while cleaning the clothes of the child and his daughter-in-law.
"Mom, it's okay. Dirty clothes can be washed. Instead, I do not dirty my hands just to clean our clothes. Mother's hand was precious to guide us," Afrin said, leaving the middle-aged woman moved. She did not expect her daughter-in-law to be so good.
"Come, sit. Uh, is there Wulan? Have you gone home?" ask Nur.
"I drove Mr. Khairi along with Non Afrin here, Mom," replied Wulan.
"Sorry, yes, Ma'am. I'm not honest, actually Bu Nur Aini is Mas Khairi's real mother. Yesterday I was afraid that Mbak Wulan would reject our request" said Afrin who felt bad.
"It's okay, Non. I understand."
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