SHAHDU IN THE SENDU
The Glory of Women
...Part 23's...
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After the morning prayer Zain did not fall asleep again, he was awake until now, the sun was shining, showing a golden glare on the horizon, a stretch of green rice fields surrounded by blue hills.
“Fiuh.”. Zain breathed, indeed God is the Creator, His goodness over the heavens and the earth.
This panorama makes Zain feel at home standing for a long time in front of the window of the Echoes room that he opened, even his hands that began to cool because of the morning breeze has not made it recede, he said, a knock on the door stopped Zain from his daydream.
Zain walked to the door and opened it, where his net was fixed to a pair of beautiful eyes, eyes that he often made to cry because of the pain of the wounds he had scratched.
A few seconds later the beautiful bead ducked, Zain lost.
“Mas, drink first, Dad is waiting for you in the living room”
“Baiklah”, with a smile that Zain greeted.
Then he walked around Zareen with eyes that could not be separated from the body as high as his shoulders.
“Yes Allah, I feel my heart pounding for him, these lips are often glued because of it, I love the twinkle that rises from his eyes, I love the smile that curves on both the slats of his lips, I love the twinkle that rises from his eyes, I love the chivalry she often offers to others, I love the tip of her veil that moves because of the wind, oh god, I really like it. I should have felt this, right, God?. I regret why all this is new I feel now, when he no longer offers that beautiful smile, when he more often down and hide the twinkle that I like, when his chivalry to me is not as warm and friendly as it used to be, sorry I rob, really I want to turn back time, please give him back Yes Rob, my wife”
“Sitlah”.
“Good Daddy”. Zain agreed and sat across from Dad.
“This drink, “Teh Talua”.
Zain looked at the cup which was filled with thick water of brownish-yellow color with small bubbles on the top. It looks so gurat question on his face, what is this drink.
Dad slightly chuckled then answered Zain's confusion, “We call it “Teh Talua”, if in national language it means Egg” Tea.
Zain nodded, seemingly beginning to understand, and Dad continued.
This is a typical drink here, West Sumatra. We who are especially among men usually drink it in the morning, as breakfast is the term for the city people. That's why we call it morning drinking, not breakfast.
“Oooo so Yah”. Zain again nodded enthusiastically watching Dad, occasionally glancing at “Teh Talua” it.
“Teh talua contains a mixture of tea, sugar, eggs and a little lemon juice that is useful to neutralize the fishy smell of the eggs. This drink contains many properties, including to maintain eye health, increase energy, meet the body's vitamin needs, and the obvious to postpone lapar”. Father said at length
“Try”
“Good Yah”, doubtfully Zain raised the cup then sipped it a little. Zain frowned, yet took a sip for the second time. And yeah, it didn't taste as bad as he imagined, the dominant sweet with a stronger citrus scent than the fishy scent of his eggs.
“It doesn't feel weird in your mouth”?
“Slightly well, but still can be in telan”. Tukas Zain was accompanied by a light laugh
“Well this dia”. Father exclaimed as Zareen came carrying a plate containing fried cassava and placed it on the table.
“Thank you nak”.
“Iy well, still hot well, do not take first”. Zareen warned, then turned around to return to the kitchen.
“True Islam highly glorifies women”.
Hearing Father Zain's words, turning his head from Zareen's back to face Father.
“I-iya well?”
“As a child they become children, who have the responsibility to obey their parents. And as an adult she became a wife, who assumed greater responsibilities for her home and husband”.
Zain ducked scrolling to the floor, with interlocking hands, “True yah”
Father continued
I used to have a mother who put the happiness of her husband and children above her happiness, and Zareen also found a mother who made our happiness a priority rather than her happiness. And God willing, Zareen will also be such a woman, because she admires the figure of her mother.
Zain looked up and saw Father whose eyes were a puddle of clear water.
“Zareen has become such a woman well, she has rightly imitated Ibuk, she carries out all her obligations as a wife, takes care of our house, respects me and she never refutes what I say, Zareen has tried his best to be a better wife, which I should glorify”.
Zain again ducked to hide the tears that had also been pooled.
“Yang then let it pass, make it a learning. May God give you a chance to fix all this.
Never mind, the fried is cold, eat”. Dad took a breath and then thrust the fried plate closer to Zain.
“Iya yah”.
After that there was no more talk, Father and Zain finished their egg tea accompanied by a few pieces of fried cassava produced from the previous field.
Mentari started high, Father and Ibuk returned to the field to complete the work of yesterday that has not been stretched. While Zareen after cleaning the inner house, he went out and cleaned the porch and front yard, while tidying up the branches of flowers that began to creep wild.
Zain who did not know what to do just see what Zareen did from the inside, this time it seems like he will not help, he did not understand about caring for the beautiful and fragile plant. long Zain stood up until his attention was diverted to a man driving his matic motorbike, the man stopped right in front of the fence.
“Assalamualaikum”
“Firman, Waalaikumsalam”. Zareen, who was bowing down and tidying up rose stood firm when he heard the voice of the Word not far from him, only at the boundary of the fence.
“Iya it's me”. The Word said while laughing lightly
Zareen smiled clumsily, he did not mince words like before, and Word realized that.
They used to be pretty close, making friends from elementary school, to high school. Zareen who had no brothers made the Word often set up a body to protect him, and the Word seemed accustomed to that role, until now. Zareen's broken wing in his household made him furious and his emotions peaked, his subconscious again wanted to protect Zareen. But he did mischief, which made Father and Ibuk who had been like parents to him hurt, because of his actions to propose to Zareen the other day. And this mistake even seems to make Zareen finally stretched the distance like this.
“Za, I'm sorry”.
And finally that word came out of the mouth of the Word.
Zareen kept bowing, and this abandonment made the heart of the Word sick. He then got off his bike and got closer to the fence.
“Za, I really can't see you hurt, since long ago”.
Finally Zareen raised his face,
“I know, because you've been a shield for me a long time, ever since we first met on the Kindergarten swing back then. And I'm very grateful for that, very grateful to the Word. Because you made me feel the protection of a brother”.
The word that heard Zareen's words was stunned, Zareen's last sentence seemed to hit hard up his heart, crumbling dimly and very bitterly.
Yes brother, this is the fact, he is a brother to Zareen, but why can he forget all this, and try to knock and want to enter Zareen's heart as another figure. He's totally mistaken.
“Za..”
“My wife,,,”
The words of the Word that was about to repeat sorry were cut off by the voice behind Zareen's back.
Zareen immediately turned around and her eyes met her husband's bead, with the arch on her lip Zain approaching.
Mas want fried rice, please make yah”
TO BE CONTINUE
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