Talak on the First Night (Doubtful Sanctity)
55: Which Is Right Now!

Outside, the sky was already bright and Arimbi had just looked at it along with Aidan's mas who was alone to Warisem's mother, in the kitchen there.

“Depart,” said mas Aidan when finally his gaze met with the gaze of Arimbi. At the doorstep, the woman waited after before, she pergoki daydreamed.

“This morning, Mas don't have to take me,” said Arimbi as he closed the door to his contract.

“Loh, why?” reply Mas Aidan who frowned in wonder.

“Let Mas have the same time Mas family, especially Mamah Mas,” said Arimbi who looked at both eyes of mas Aidan with full seriousness. He deliberately paused his speech in silence. Slowly, the look of misunderstanding from mas Aidan faded. Mas Aidan became guessing in looking at him.

“Of course yesterday Mas did not pay attention, mamah Mas until secretly crying when he heard Mas will stay at Mas's father's house?” arimbi.

Mas Aidan seemed to feel a slap so hot as he looked down, ending his gaze at Arimbi. He tried to remember what Arimbi meant.

“What other women are great mamah does not mean they can easily receive wounds, Mas. Who wants to get hurt for free? Nonexistent. Including Mas would also not want, right?” arimbi. “While so far, the reason the couple separated is certainly because there are problems, including also mamah and father Mas.”

“Perhaps Papah includes Mamah Mas, freeing Mas to divide mas time to Mas's father because as Papah Mas said, all are equally parents. But I think personally, Mas needs to dig, what happened before this.” Arimbi looked into both eyes of Mas Aidan full of care and lasted very long. “It is not easy being a widow who has a child and is acceptable at her new marriage. I also salute the Kalandra papah family who treat Mas undifferentiated. Maybe this is the reason mamah Mas looks very injured, although mamah Mas tried sincerely, trying as usual so that Mas did not feel burdened.”

“While the main reason why a mother does not sincerely let her child to her own father, surely this is indeed a special wound. So, before going to the father, ... mamah, mamah, mamah, mamah, .. so first especially if it turns out, once Mas was undeniable or his harsh words, discarded. Many cases of this kind, the child is made a victim, the wife or it mamahnya have to fight alone for the fate of his son. This case usually produces heavy injuries to the wife or the mother. Usually the pain is up to the crown, to the bones even the joints! Because even though time can always heal wounds together as per seabrek story, still there will be no wounds that really without scars let alone mental and mental wounds.”

“It seems trivial, Mas. Especially when viewed from the relationship of parents. But as a child who has ever mamah fight, ..it would be better, Mas many times more glorify mamah Mas. Lucky Mas still treated the same Mas. You see many occurrences of children being dumped by their own parents just because of their conflict with the couple.”

Arimbi wept, letting his tears pour out his heart that was saddened to remember the fate of those who were victims of relationships, especially the fate of abandoned wives and children. But seeing Mas Aidan to tears, his heart also screamed.

Arimbi believes that Aidan is different from most men. The typical Aidan is very sensitive, and easy to direct. Although the fact also makes Arimbi suspicious, there are mental injuries and even inner wounds that are actually mas Aidan hidden. Sort of, the caring nature that has been given to small people because it is so that I want to get from people.

In reality, no one really knows the heart or mind of a person, right? Those who always look strong even cheerful, does not mean they do not have a burden, right? Not that they are happy, right? People like them are just too good at hiding wounds. Even Arimbi thought, such people are prone to depression.

“Mas don't cry ...” Arimbi ventured to grab and hold both hands of Aidan.

Mas Aidan nodded as he occasionally blinked, making the clear grains fall simultaneously from both corners of his eyes.

“Mas!” arimbi said firmly while jerking the grip of their hands. He cleared his throat when finally Mas Aidan's gaze was on him.

“Yang earlier, it's up to Mas want to assume I was sassy what how. I also did not mean to ask Mas to hate Mas's father. Yes ... as Papah Kala said, here and there parents. But if you look at the position of Mas, Mas must repeatedly glorify mamah. After all, Mamah Mas is not a typical julid, let alone the kind .. cruel in-laws, really. Even if I feel, like a friend, uh ... besti!” said Arimbi who ended his speech by holding back laughter.

No different from Arimbi, Arimbi's last statement also immediately made mas Aidan laugh. “By a hug?” asked Mas Aidan who was still staring at Arimbi's eyes. Both eyes are equally wet like both eyes it becomes decorated with a lot of nervousness. After a moment of hesitation, Arimbi finally nodded and it meant that Arimbi gave him permission.

“Yang now really do not choose wrong, anyway!” said Mr. Kalandra while wiping his tears thoroughly using a prayer mat that still adorns his right shoulder. On the other side of the front, the wife has arrived as much as she likes.

Intention to check the empty rented next to the rented Arimbi, after they had congregated at the mosque, they even heard gold chatter between Arimbi and mas Aidan.

“It seems like an answer from Alloh, so that I am calmer even .. sincerely, Pah. And do not know why, .. mbak Arimbi until can think so!” lirih Arum's mother.

Mr. Kalandra deliberately led the wife to fully enter into the existing contract right next to the Arimbi contract. Mr. Kalandra deliberately closed and then locked it.

Mr. Kalandra and Arum's mother just came out of hiding, after Arimbi and mas Aidan left. Mas Aidan left in his pick up car, while Arimbi used a motorbike and was ready to go directly to the market.

In a different place, Septi's mother was busy in the kitchen. Sepri who walked like a normal human thanks to her fake legs, came over. Sepri greeted Septi's mother with reverence, although after that, she put her black peci on the head of the ibi wrapped in a yellow hijab. Including the blue prayer mat which originally adorned Sepri's right shoulder and previously used the young man for congregational prayer in the mosque.

“For a long time your behavior looks like the Ojan, loh, Mas!” reprimand Septi's mother who then hurriedly turned off the gas because the water in the pot was already boiling.

Sepri who grabbed a glass from the shelf that adorned their spacious kitchen, said, “Maybe the effect every time take care of him, I became the Mah.” immediately he filled the glass taken with water then drank it.

Septi's mother became busy guessing because she felt wrong. It's still to do with Ojan. “But it was like he was, yes, not Mas?” In front of him, the son immediately nodded, before the young man who sib*a*lnya very similar Supri, instead poured the drinking water that should be swallowed, into his face.

Septi's mother immediately closed resigned. “Sekate-kate really you, Mas!”

“Sorry, Mah. Pardon me! You see, I just remembered, I did not lock the Ojan again which in other words, but people must have been busy disturbing the beautiful young widow. Oh, a new problem if gini how!” Sepri was really panicking. “Tuh emang should be imprisoned in a coffin, Mah. his snub is pug like his nose, let him lock it can not go anywhere!”

After wiping the origin of the face of the mama using her alphabet which was originally wrapped around the neck of Septi's mother, Sepri also hurriedly greeted the right hand of her mother with reverence.

“In retrospect, Sepri fate apes terribly. So an old babysitter of widow-worshiping amnesia. Yes Alloh, the shadow is dizzy. Where the talented Ojan left off!” Septi's mother complained to herself.