Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
102: Feel Useful

“If you really want a story, just a story, Mas. Mumpung no one else let alone brother Mas. The reason Mas got here straight away is because for the sake of avoiding them, right?” said Arimbi softly.

Then Arimbi shook his head slowly amid the shady gaze following the smile that he kept pointing at Akala. “Nothing, Mas. Everyone knows, Mas Akala is a very good person. Akala is a very honest person. Mas Akala has always been the best, besides Mas Akala who also always gives the best for all.”

“Despite Mas to make a mistake even it was fatal, Mbak sure, besides Mas did it by accident, Mas also directly intends to fix it because basically, like the Mas family, Mas family, Mas Akala is also a very responsible person.”

“For Mas, what would Mas tell you, fatal, huh? That's why it looks so confused?” continued Arimbi who realized, the prospective sister-in-law looked very confused.

“Iya, Mbak.” Akala looked down sad.

“Nothing Mas. Come story. Mbak sure, can still be fixed.” Arimbi is calm.

Akala looked at Arimbi as she stopped wiping the sweat on her face and neck using a small brown towel draped over her right shoulder. “Actually ..., his wept” who then looked at Arimbi and slowly sighed. The woman before him smiled warmly, very patiently resembling his mother, although clearly they had no blood ties.

“Actually, for the past year, .. actually, me and Love, dating, Ma'am,” Akala's story. Aware, Arimbi may not know who Love is, he also introduced it.

“Cikho not so with mbak Azzura?” asked Arimbi to make sure, and the person immediately nodded while confirming.

“Oh, okay,” shrewd Arimbi while nodding.

“Our relationship has become closer since Azzura couldn't be with Cikho mas. At that time, the family finances of Love became very messy. Love becomes part of the backbone, in addition to us who increasingly communicate. I often accompany him when he has to overtime until morning.” Akala told it slowly, organized as well as easy to understand.

“Where's the problem, Mas? Because as far as you know, actually the Mas family, including Azzura and Mas's parents, is normal, right? Enough stories to them. As they are now doing to Mama. I do not need to be confused especially afraid because the mas family is baiiiiiiik, really. I swear, the Mas family is as good as that. Mbak to be confused, how can there be people as good as the Mas family. Hence, Mbak learned a lot to the Mas family,” said Azzura.

“From the beginning I've asked to be honest, I've repeatedly brought him here. But never once did my efforts succeed, Ma'am. He always felt inferior, embarrassed because of the case of Cikho mas. She's like .. trauma, Ma'am.”

Smiling cheerfully, Arimbi said, “Besok bring it here. Maak bantu. Come here to be your bridal friend. Later Ndari. With her children aunt Widy.”

“He's also getting married, Ma'am!” Akala said it while crying. His voice was stuck in his throat, making his filling lips tremble.

“Kok can?” lirih Arimbi directly could not bear. Seeing Akala as broken as now, her voice became stuck in the throat. “What do you do because all this time, you have never told your relationship to anyone else? She was betrothed something, was she?”

“His family still needs a lot of funds, and her future husband has given the funds that his family needs.” Akala sniffles.

“Yes Allah, how pathetic!” arimbi's inner self so cry. “But Love isn't married, is it, Mas?”

“New to application, Ma'am. Tonight, tomorrow's the recipe!” akala's story.

“Innalilahi,” Inner Arimbi more upset, but he immediately said, “There is still time, Mas!”

“If Mas really love to Mbak Cinta, it's a business first. Results never betray the business because who likes to betray it mas Cikho!” sure Arimbi.

“Kok mas Cikho brought, Mbak?” ask Akala.

“Let's just. Biang kerok like him is indeed obliged to be blended to think!” reply Arimbi own scourge. If Cikho was in front of him, he would have been in action. Either through spicy satire, or even until there is a skillet scene.

“If so now mas eat first the fruit. Continue to go home, so the pegs go home sales, Mbak directly help Mas talking. But this is to be helped, or talk to yourself?” sergeant Arimbi is getting excited. He wanted to help Akala fight to the end.

“There are many, Ma'am! So cry gini. Mama also went crying. I'm so sorry, Dad, Ma'am. Sorry, this I feel less a*jar,” said Akala while wiping her tears using a towel on her right shoulder.

“Not to apologize, Mom. Mbak even seneng because Mas want to tell Mbak. Thanks, I made you feel useful. Mas Aidan's sister is also Mbak's sister. So, if indeed Mas felt there was something to talk about, yes let's obrolin kayak now,” sure Arimbi, and who was convinced immediately nodded while continuing to wipe tears using a towel.

“Hopefully success, well, Mas. Even if it is not easy, yes nothing because the special one always needs more sacrifice!” arimbi continued, and again, Akala just nodded while saying thank you and apologizing. “Ya Alloh, hopefully my children will look like the Kalandra papah family and Mamah Arum. Seriously, no one's son failed. Superior seed all.” Deep down, Arimbi really hope, he and mas Aidan will follow in the footsteps of the happy marriage of Mr. Kalandra and Arum's mother. Although it is not easy, Arimbi will fight to the end without forgetting to enjoy the process.

***

In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the village is fairly remote house Arimbi is still quiet, fairly peaceful sentosa despite the famine season is struck. The presence of a black antelope that flashed, had immediately become the center of attention. Moreover, the car even entered the courtyard with the residence of Ilham's parents.

Mother Siti who was holding the stairs for Inspiration above the san immediately proud. Because of the existence of the car, he believed it would bring happy news.

“Ham, quickly close it the jerky (tile), so do not constantly toothless like Aisyah's teeth! There are guests, that is. There is a package, what how, yes?” sergeant Siti's mother is impatient.

“Eh, Mah. Don't leave it, I'll fall!” ilham protest because the mama had left the bamboo stairs which became his intermediary to go up to the roof of the house.

“Bent a minute, Ham. You are anytime down, yet you are still so unemployed and really no busy!” reply Siti's mother with her comfort. He stayed close to the car, ready to welcome what came out.

The inspiration that lingered above in the middle of the afternoon atmosphere towards this cloudy afternoon, also stared curiously at the car. “Who, yes? Don't-don't guests from the cottage?” thought the inspiration was worried. No wind let alone rain, if there is a party from the cottage that comes, for him it is the same as lightning in broad daylight.

The driver is not a policeman, but who sits next to the driver and compact down with the driver, is a man in a super-punchy police uniform.

“Well, how come gini? My hunch is not good!” the inner mother Siti who had instantly lost her smile. He even gradually covered, not intending to welcome the one out of the car again.

Wearing all-black clothes, veiled women, that's the figure sitting in the passenger seat and directly addressed by the driver.

“Kok I suspect that it was Aisyah?” lirih Siti's mother panicked as much as she had not proved with her own head and eyes, the eyes of a veiled figure in the car there.