Nyctophile
Homehouse

The sky is still black now shows a different color, the sun rises from the eastern horizon, showing a beautiful color gradation, not all can see it, but I was so looking forward to it.

Early in the morning I met my mother in the kitchen, an old face with some veins on her wrinkled hands was now beginning to look, my tears were coming down, when I realized, I was, should be at his age who almost stepped on my 7th head as a child should be by his side, giving happiness is no longer anxiety.

"Mom's assalamualaikum." I kissed her palms with great delight.

"Waalaikum greetings Za, mother is not dreaming right Za?" she answered with tears beginning to fall.

"Yes Za came home, Za misses mom." I hugged her, the warmest hug I always had and the only one I could get, only mom could hug me, only mother knows who this cold daughter is.

"You look thinner Za, how are you happy?'

The word I never got from anyone, except mother, only she always asked for my happiness, I could only nod.

"Have you met dad?" ask her.

"Not yet, just met bang Fahri and mom."

"Za, if you ask something later try to think positive, I know you won't stay here long, so please think positive."

"What do you want to say, Mom?"

"Later you will also know for yourself, now meet your father in the backyard yes son."

Leaving my mother in the kitchen, now that I was next to my father, my father was a little harsh, but he was still the best man I had, he never spoiled me, even he signed me up for martial arts.

"When are you leaving this house? is living alone in Jakarta happier? do you hear you are now a famous model, even to star in cosmetic ads on tv? are you beautiful? you're not pretty Zana!"

"I'm self-conscious sir, I was never beautiful in my eyes, sorry but Za's job is not Za's desire, Za just did what Za could, Za just did what Za could, if you don't like it, it's all dad's stuff."

"Stop son, you want you to be a housewife, better."

"Sir..."

"Za, so the model and the star of the ad showed what should not be shown, for some people your face can also invite Orgasm."

"Sir,"

"Za, I've chosen a candidate for you, married so that you calm down, after that all your paths you choose."

"From the beginning Za had chosen Za's own path, but this time Za refused, Two more months Za will go to Qatar, Za hope father and mother bless Za, Za, maybe after Qatar Za has an answer to my father's request."

"Well two months, you give me time, after you come back from there, you collect your answer."

The deal remains a deal, and Allah is heart-turning, I only obey at once, may my heart be truly entrusted.

"Mom, tomorrow afternoon Za must have returned to Jakarta, Za asked for prayers from mother, may Za be given a way and ease, Za is not not not not not affectionate with you, Za, but Za's not done with Za's responsibilities to the company, Za's sorry ma'am."

"Zana, mother's most dear child, mother always pray that you are always protected, mother happy if you are happy, choose your own path dear, mother always pray."

After lunch and Zuhur prayer first, Bang Fahri returned home with my favorite longan fruit, why on appeal to other fruits I prefer this fruit.

"Bang, how much?"

"Yes Za, in the garden is harvesting, you bring it for you."

"Thank you Brother, Za pray that you will always be happy."

"Za, did you accept my father's offer?" While peeling the longan that Brother brought, I thought a little, do I really accept the offer of the father?

"Actually not yet, okay bang do not discuss Za, then what about your own brother, has not there been a replacement?"

"Who replaces who is Za? He can't be replaced by anyone." Looking back in time, I've heard my brother and sister-in-law talking about dropping the contents.

"If Ratna chooses to abort her fetus alone, is there a chance for her to survive? or can you now accept your destiny by not having children?" I don't know why, this mouth is so sassy.

"Sorry, don't give me an answer." I switched, standing up wanting to leave Brother, but my hands were prevented.

"Sit down first, how do you know you ever argued about that?"

I'm quiet, but I don't want my brother to get sadder.

"I overheard your argument at home that day."

"Za, you better lose your whole life than you have to lose him, you love Ratna so much, you better lose that baby Za, you know, Brother would rather not have children than lose Ratna, but Ratna wants to be a mother, and to die everything is taken by Ratna."

"I'm sorry Za, who's already reopened the wound."

"No open wounds Za, from the first Brother wanted to tell all this, all that gnawed Brother, but Brother was ashamed because Brother was a loser, now you can just say everything, Brother, because the wound's almost dry."

"Bang, in two months Za will leave for Qatar, you want to order souvenirs?"

"Challenge conversation?"

"Za doesn't want you to get late."

"Za accompany Abang Pilgrimage to Ratna's tomb, will you?"

I nodded and smiled, I know longing will never be reciprocated, but at least love Abang eternal and always in later by Brother Ratna, may heaven be the gathering place of this little family, he said, amen Yes Allah.y