Stars for Earth
The True Boredom

The next day Najma sat bored on the sofa of the room. He was alone in the hotel room, because after breakfast at the hotel restaurant, Ardi drove him back to the room and was left to the meeting room to continue his workshop.

He had also called Akbar who was with his mother-in-law, called Qumil but could not be long because there was a morning lecture, calling Aunt Samira also could not be long because he needed a rest.

It was very bored he felt, from back and forth sitting on the sofa, standing moved to the mattress, standing, sitting on the sofa again. Tv shows are also boring, there are only gossip shows. Actually Najma wanted to take a short walk around the hotel. But did not dare to ask permission to Ardi, he knew very well how the nature of Ardi, instead of being allowed out there was even glared.

'As I was bored in the room continuing, wanting fresh drinks, ' Najma sent a message to Ardi.

Shortly afterwards Ardi answered.

'Yes, be patient, lunch hour is up,'

Najma put the phone back...

"It's true, kirain is bought," said Najma. He sat back on the sofa.

He took a small Qur'an from his handbag, and began to read it. He taught that besides hoping for a reward from Allah, also that his boredom was diverted, and also that the fetus in his stomach could get to know the Qur'an as early as possible.

Fifteen minutes passed....

"Tok ..tok...tok ..." Someone knocked on the door.

Najma peeked out of the central hole of the door, as hotel employees carried a food cart.

"It must be Ardi who sent," he murmured.

"Wait a minute!!" he said a little loud.

"Yes, ma'am." said the hotel official behind the door.

Najma sends Ardi a message, asking for permission to open the door to meet the hotel employee. And Ardi allowed. Najma immediately put on her veil and veil, then opened the door.

"Sorry to wait a long time" he said as he opened the door.

"Yes Bu ndak papa, this is Mr. Ardi's order for Mrs Najma" the hotel official said as he pushed a small dining car towards Najma. On his chest was a signboard also inscribed with the words "Trainee", which showed he was an apprentice.

"Ah yes Mas, thank you, this is for Mas," Najma gave a piece of blue money to the hotel employee.

"Yes ma'am thank you, excuse me," the hotel clerk then left.

Najma pulled the carriage and closed the door again. He was curious about the contents and opened one by one the glass and the covered bowl.

"Haaah ma shaa Allah..."

There is a wide variety of cold fruit smoothies, ice chirp, ice oyen, there is even young coconut ice. On the second shelf there are several bowls covered with contents, siomay Bandung, rujak fruit, dimsum, pickled vegetables, there is even his favorite toppokki. All in small portions so that Najma could eat all without any leftovers because of the satiety.

He did not forget to take a photo and send it to Ardi.

'Maaas .. jazaakallaahu khayran.. love sekebon,'

'waiyaki, selusin, let Umma and Icha also be happy,

Indeed some days Najma wanted to eat it all, but he had not had time to tell Ardi.

"From where Mas Ardi can tell I want to eat all this, au ah we eat aja yuk babycha," he murmured.

Najma then ate the food a little, then rested, then ate a little more and rested, as soon as he repeated until all the food was gone.

"Ah .you move son.yeah said Amma Sarah you should start moving, ma'aa Allah, Umma happy son, good in the stomach Umma yes dear, dear, see you in the shaa Allah in five months" said Najma.

He then sat on the edge of the mattress, leaned against the head of the cot, and fell asleep and fell asleep.

Twelve o'clock thirty minutes, after the prayer dhuhur Ardi went up to his room carrying his rice box lunch ration.

Ardi smiled looking at Najma who was sleeping while sitting down.

"You can be Babe." said Ardi slowly so that Najma would not wake up. He intended to lay Najma down to make her sleep more comfortable, but not until she touched Najma, the wife had opened her eyes.

"Mas Ardi's..." Najma slowly upheld her seat and immediately grabbed Ardi who was half-couching, hugging him tightly as if he had been separated for decades.

"Babe.. bentar, I will fall," said Ardi who was in a squat position. But Najma did not care. Luckily Ardi often sports so his thigh and leg muscles are strong enough to hold him back from falling.

Having satisfied Ardi, Najma slowly let go of her embrace.

"I want to go for a walk, too" said Najma.

"Yes, later after Isya in shaa Allah I invite you to eat outside, we continue to walk, you have seen the night atmosphere of the capital?"

"I have never been to this city" said Najma.

"Yes later In Shayah Allah I take you the way, eat yuk, this is my lunch ration I bring here, I bribe ya,"

"Well, I'm already full, and send food with ice a lot,"

"Have you eaten?"

"There's still young coconut ice I put in the fridge, Mas drink yes, I take it," Najma immediately got up and headed for the small refrigerator under the table to pick up the young coconut ice.

Ardi sat on the sofa and opened the rice box he was carrying earlier and ate it voraciously.

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In the evening, after the promised day, Ardi takes Najma to the restaurant for dinner.

It turns out that they are not just the two, because tonight the seminar committee invited participants to a gathering at the restaurant.

"Mas, very rame." said Najma squeezing Ardi's arm.

"Why? You're not comfortable? Just relax, I have ordered my own table for the two of us, go there," Ardi asked.

"Yes Mas," Najma said, actually Najma did not mind if it had to be a table with seminar participants, but most of them were medical practitioners, he said, and if they were talking about the medical world, Najma would not be connected with the words medical terms, then Najma agreed with Ardi who ordered his own table for the two of them.

"You sit here first yes, just order what you want, I want to say hello to them, sit down for a while to hear the opening, I will come here again," said Ardi.

"Yes Mas, relax, I feel comfortable with them, I think I'm alone, don't think of me," said Najma, he did not want Ardi to feel uncomfortable leaving him, he did not want me, Najma wants to fully support Ardi's career as a neurosurgeon.

"Yes Babe, thank you" said Ardi as she kissed the head of Najma wrapped in a headscarf.