
A couple who had walked through the forest almost arrived at Pak Subroto's villa. Ammar looked sweaty. Arumi wiped her husband's sweat with her fingers.
"Would you rest?" Ask Arumi. Ammar shakes.
"Stage. You said how many tens of meters are up." Ammar.
Arumi was still in her husband's arms.
"I'll just go down. You're tired of it." Arumi.
"No. You're pregnant Ar. Later if it falls, if anything with your fetus. I'll be sorry." Ammar.
On the verge of arriving near Villa, Ammar's wife again showed the original.
"Mas." Said Arumi while shouting hysterically.
Ammar looked at his wife's index. He saw that there were many red fruits,
"You just ate Arumi's honey..." Ammar said as he turned to his wife.
Arumi smilingly looked at the husband who was looking at her in disbelief. It wasn't Arumi if she didn't have the answers to get her husband to grant her wish.
"This is me again pregnant lo mas, she said pregnant women should be happy. Masa' just ask to take in rambutan aja do not want. Or am I riding alone like that? it was like a habitat... " Said Arumi who was singing her lips. Ammar breathed slowly. He can not refuse if the reason for pregnant women, fetuses and cravings.
He took off his shoes and rolled up his long shirt. Arumi smiled at sumringah. This time Arumi again understood why he was dating Ammar. From the body of the husband, the way Ammar climbed the rambutan tree, he could make sure that his husband had the same hobby. He used to remember if Gede to climb a guava tree in his Villa alone, very difficult. Even the ants on the guava tree could make the doctor shudder. While Ammar, he looks relaxed when the rambutan there are many black ants.
"It turns out that God knows what is right and best for his servant." Arumi said as she waited for Ammar to come down from the tree.
Upon arriving below, Ammar handed the fruits to Arumi. Ammar opened one rambutan skin and he removed the ants attached to the fruit. Arumi looked at Ammar with a loving look.
"Now try why ants are prohibited in consumption and in bunuuh?" Ammar asked as he pointed the rambutan he had peeled into his wife's mouth.
Arumi opened her mouth. He ate the fruit while saying basmalah. After that he removed the seeds.
"Let's show your charm?" Said Ammar while opening one more piece.
Arumi answered her husband's question.
“There is a hadith where the Prophet forbade killing shurads, toads, ants and birds hud-hud.”
Arumi.
“Then if the ant hurts us or damages food?” Asked Ammar while raising his eyebrows.
Anxious Arumi pinched both cheeks of her husband.
“I... gemes,” Say Arumi.
Ammar returned to meet his wife rambutan fruit. This time without a seed. He threw away his seeds first
erst.
kill the ants, nor do we eat the ants when we see them in the food we are going to eat. Just like sugar. Mama I've seen many times correcting the way a housekeeper closes a jar of sugar in the kitchen, just because of the entry of ants.” Arumi.
Now it was Ammar's turn to pinch his wife's cheeks.
“Masyaallah.. Mas add love and affection to you Ar.. add more enchanting days only...” Ammar.
“Sick mas..” Arumi's lips look grimace due to the pull of Ammar's hand.
The couple also enjoyed the sweetness of rambutan fruit. Ammar carried his wife's body back. It didn't take long, they only arrived at the Villa at twelve p.m. Even Melisa had prepared a grilled Steak for Arumi. But when Arumi arrived in the front room, the two neutrals seemed to be in disbelief, he saw a picture of his mother's wedding with Mr. Subroto. Almost every corner of the room there is a photo of the intimacy of his mother and Mr. Subroto. And one photo that caught Arumi's attention was the photo above the wedding photos of his parents, namely the photo of his mother and father flanking Melisa. Melisa welcomes Arumi by greeting her.
“How about Ar, nice Back to your old world?” Ask Melisa.
Arumi turned to Melisa, The connecting mother who is a friend of her mother looked sweaty.
“Pretty interesting, but would aunt takt ahu if I was pregnant.” Said Arumi casually, she sat on the sofa with her cramping legs out.
“You are Arumi Mayang Dahayu, who rarely complains, who likes challenges instead of running from reality.’ Melisa.
“Ma... I will not allow it again if it harms my wife and the candidate will be me.” Ammar.
Arumi glanced at Ammar. She was confused as her husband's lips were lancerously calling out to Melisa whom she herself had difficulty starting.
“Your wife is a former intelligence field expert Am. while you are with her, then do not worry to live in the forest or just plunge from helicopter.” Said Mr. Subroto who came in carrying a plate of Goat and Cow meat that he roasted.
“Hem, Let's Ar we eat, papa you special roast it yourself.” Melisa.
Ammar looked at Arumi, Ammar's wife would not want to follow his will. In fact, he no longer felt hungry. At the table, Arumi ate only steak. For some reason When entering the Villa, seeing the photos of his mother's happiness are still stored well, he was unable to disappoint his Papa. Mr. Subroto seemed happy when Arumi ate one slice of steak that he roasted.
When he arrived at the room, Arumi was so moved, in the room there were still many photos of his mother. Looks like his mother is still the girl in the photo, there is a photo where his mother uses a gray white shirt. Then Arumi approached the photo
that, there was one piece of writing on a piece of paper.
“Maybe she's gone, but she's still in my heart Arumi, my first love for your mother, until now that love is still there. Open one of the brains in the closet right next to this photo.” Mr. Subroto's handwriting. Arumi quickly opened the box in question.
He saw many letters from Mr. Subroto to his mother, as well as many letters from his mother to Mr. Subroto. And a letter in which her mother's handwriting, in which the contents of the letter stated that if her mother asked Melisa to marry Mr. Subroto to protect Mayang, she was worried that other women were married to her ex-husband, she said, Mayang will get affection only from Mr. Subroto. Mr. Subroto's mother, who likes Melisa, eventually facilitates their marriage. Arumi stared at the letter. He can be sure if the writing was written directly by his mother.
“You are lucky Mayang, because Mom really thinks about you, but I am more fortunate, I can feel the affection of the people who love us.” Said Arumi while shedding her tears.
Ammar, who had just come out of the bathroom, was confused to see his wife crying.
“There's what Ar.” Ammar.
“Man can only be bad to think.. I've been too selfish... Hhhh...” Arumi said while crying.
Ammar who saw the pile of old letters, he also understood what his wife meant.
“It's not too late Ar.. You still have Papa, Mama Melisa even though she doesn't take care of you, didn't give birth to you, but she accompanied your papa all this time, raising your sister, ok.. Open a new page, at least, I will be happy because you are able to worship your Papa when he is no longer there. It can be proud of him that his upbringing worked. You who become the wife of sholehah are also the children of sholehah for your Papa.” Ammar hugged his wife.