THE 2ND MAN
Chapters 08. Go home
My sleep was disturbed when my ears faintly heard the Qiro'ah sound from the loudspeakers in the mosque. I try to open my eyes slowly because it feels sticky. The lyrics of the clock hanging on the wall of the room, it turns out time has shown at half-four in the morning. I don't know what time I fell asleep last night. As I remember last night I curled up like a baby on a bed.
When I wanted to get out of bed, my eyes were on someone lying quietly beside me. I wonder, what time did Ryan get home last night? I slept so well until I didn't notice it.
I went down slowly from the bed so as not to wake up Ryan. I immediately tiptoed to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at my face through the mirror in the bathroom. Looked at my puffy eyes and reddish marks on the cheeks that still have not faded.
After washing my face I immediately came out of the bathroom. I saw Ryan still sleeping in his sleep. I decided to leave immediately before Ryan and the rest of the house woke up. Yeah, I've been thinking about it all night. And this is the decision I made. I decided to go home to my parents. Without taking anything I'm out of the house.
Ryan and I are a village, but a little far away. It took me about fifteen minutes to get to my parents' house on foot.
Tok..
I knocked on the door of the house that still looked like it was meeting.
Tok..
Chequek!
"Sir, what's going on in the morning?" My mother saw keget with my arrival. Without answering his question I immediately rushed into his arms and cried as much as I could.
"Let's go in first. It's not good to see the neighbors." My mother led me to the guest chair. Then he rushed inside.
Mom came with a glass of water and poured it on me.
"Drink down first let it calm down." Soft talk. I immediately grabbed the glass and gulped it down to the toilet. Crying makes me thirsty.
"Oh Allah, what is your cheek?" Ask the mother who seems to have just hit the road with her son.
"Hiks. hyks.." I came back crying.
"What's up to Mom?" Ask your father from inside.
"Loh nduk, what's wrong? This early in the morning is it here?" You seem surprised by my arrival this early.
"See this sir." Mom showed my cheek to dad.
"Astaghfirullah." Mr. beristighfar while stroking his chest.
"Hoooaambi! What's the matter here, early in the morning it's been noisy." Seemed Dawn came out of the room while yawning wide.
"Mbak, what's here? When's coming?" Ask Fajar. But I still remained silent.
"Yes, if you don't want to tell a story, then rest first." I just nodded my head. Apparently my mom understands that I don't want to tell stories yet. I immediately entered my room which I used to occupy before marriage.
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I don't know how long I've been asleep. I woke up when someone was shaking my body. I looked at the smiling mother beside me while rubbing my shoulders.
"Wake up, breakfast is already noon." I spontaneously saw the clock on the wall of the room. It's true it's eight. I immediately went to take a shower and then had breakfast.
"Where's the dawn, ma'am?" Ask me as I lay my head on my mother's lap. My mom and dad are relaxing in front of the TV. The tumben?
"Udah's been going to school since morning." Answer my mother. Since then, my father has been silent as if waiting for me to tell a story.
"Where? Are you ready to tell a story?" Asked my mother while stroking my head that was on her lap. I told everything to my parents.
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So miss mom ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
Mother also likes to sleep on the lap of mother while asking in elus ðŸ¤
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