
At twelve in the afternoon, Najma prepared a meal to eat in the car, he was accompanied by Qumil who had arrived at eleven ojek since.
"You cooked your own Ama?" tanya Qumil who was sitting saw Najma filling the rice box with their lunch menu.
"Who else, Mas Ardi is busy, too" said Najma as he handed out slices of cucumber on each box.
"Wiih cool, can open catering," said Qumil when he saw the lunch box was so tempting. Inside there is orange leaf rice, fried chicken galangal, sambal terasi, and lalapan.
"Who takes care if make catering, tired Mil, already ah, you close yes, I want to take a shower first, this Mas Ardi home Friday prayers, yes I still smell the stove," said Najma who had completed her task.
"OK," said Qumil.
"Eh yes, if mas Arif, the driver is mama dateng, bargain to eat yes, love one box yes, you if it is laper, eat a gapapa, or eat in the car together later," najma's message before finally going upstairs.
Shortly after, Yudha arrived..
"Assalamualaikum" said Yudha.
"Waalaikumusalam Brother, who are you?" ask Qumil.
"Delivered by the driver, you are alone, where is Najma Ardi?"
"Kak Ardi is still in the mosque, Ama is bathing at the top," Qumil replied.
Between the two is still awkward and tense even though they are engaged, Yudha thought it would be comfortable to get married later, like Ardi and Najma. But he tried to invite Qumil to chat so as not to be too stiff as well.
"The front door was opened,"
"Yes, just as Najma was deliberately opened, let his guests easily enter, open the door complicated because, can only be opened with their code and their thumbprints so,"
"Oh.."
"Assalamualaikum," said Ardi who came with Arif his mother's driver who is also still his cousin.
"Waalaikumusalam," said Yudha and Qumil who were at the dinner table.
"Widiih manten candidates together, be careful, yes" teased Ardi.
"I also just came to Ar" said Yudha.
"So there is a lunch box with Ama, mas Arif want to eat first? Is this brother Yudha, and brother Ardi wants to eat first?"
"Yes Mba, I eat" said Arif.
"I also ate the deck" Yudha took the box of rice.
"Will Ardi too?"
"No Mil, still full, just had breakfast at ten o'clock earlier, later in the car if laper, you guys eat, Najma above huh? I helped him first" replied Ardi.
"You've only had breakfast at ten? The next morning's laper?" ask Yudha.
"Son, there's another breakfast, Najma's breakfast," said Ardi then ran up the stairs.
"The basic brides are quite new, the breakfast is chilled on," murmured Yudha.
"What the hell, Brother? How's Najma's breakfast?" ask Qumil who does not understand.
"Later if we have already married I give you a pointer, now do not need to think Deck," said Yudha.
"Oh.." Qumil is just a ohh.
"You ain't eating?" ask Yudha.
"So already ate at home, make it later," said Qumil.
"Qumil ain't eatin' all?" ask Ardi.
"Have eaten brother, make it later," said Qumil.
Arif who had finished lunch took the car out of the garage.
"Well all ready, let's go, I have class later in the afternoon" said Ardi.
"Yeah, yuk, I'm done eating it too" Yudha said.
"But then, I'll take out the trash first, it'll smell like it's not dumped outside," Najma immediately cleaned the dining table and took the kitchen garbage basket to be taken to the trash can in front so that tomorrow morning the garbage collection officer was taken.
After washing his hands, Najma climbed Ardi's rangeroper, with Ardi sitting on the back bench. Yudha sat in the middle, Qumil who had entered the most recently became confused, and inevitably sat down next to Yudha.
"Well, you're behind" said Qumil.
"Sorry Mil, I still miss my husband, you guys would-be incant sitting in the middle, but uh just a moment," Najma pressed the rear button of the middle seat and automatically folded it into a dividing table between Qumil and Yudha.
"Well, really, not yet mahram so it can not be decades too," said Najma. Ardi and Yudha just smiled hearing them.
Najma slept with her head in Ardi's lap.
"Open Babe's veil, let's not be stuffy, Yudha, don't look back, Najma open the niqab" said Ardi, who opened Najma's niqab.
"Hmm" said Yudha.
"Sepi bet, what's the music?" ask Yudha.
"Our car no music Yudha, mending murottal aja for travel nemani, Arif can nyetelin?" ask Ardi from behind.
"Sorry Mas, you can't, the car is too good, hehehe," said Arif.
"Yes, you have a brother who is salaried, same Najma, we are horrified," said Yudha.
"Okay, what do you want Babe's letter?"
"Oh, I'm sleepy" said Najma.
"Alright," then Ardi read some letters from juz 29-28. With the usual rhythm, yet the heart is set, making happy who listen to it. Until it is not felt after two hours of travel, they arrive at the campus courtyard where Ardi will teach, and Yudha will go to college, while Qumil tomorrow there is only a lecture.
"It's fine at Babe's house" Ardi told Najma.
"Yes Mas" said Najma, kissing Ardi's hand and Ardi replying with a kiss on the forehead.
"Rif, later rest in my house yes, above, the front room is empty, you can use," Yudha told Arif who she had known since they were young.
"Okay," said Arif.
Najma and Qumil go with Arif after taking Yudha and Ardi down on campus.
"Thank you Arif" said Najma. After he and Qumil went down in front of Najma's rented building.
"Yuk in Mil," said Najma.
That afternoon Najma cleaned her room, changed her bed linen and washed it. Qumil helps wipe the table and everything, because dusty left a few days. Next Najma cleaned the floor with a vacuum cleaner.
When they finished they enjoyed a glass of ice syrup made by Najma.
"Ama, rich gini, actually I also learned a lot from you, so at all I do not know what should be done by a wife at home, I also still learn to cook with Mom," Qumil.
"Remain what you do usually Mil, and do not do what men you hate, for example Mas Ardi do not like to see the dirty house, and do not do it, yes I as much as possible keep the house so it is not dirty, if cooking, I am also while studying, sometimes help the mother of Ardi mas cook, so know how the favorite cuisine of Ardi mas," said Najma.
"Eh how was the story yesterday how can you directly fiancee that.." asked Najma curious