The Story of the Children of the Juragan
232. Gratified
"Huh. Nope-no. Leon doesn't mean it like that, cake. Although different, but this grandfather's house is very beautiful, the weather is cool. Unlike in the area where Leon lived, quite hot hawanya."
Grandpa Somad chuckled slightly, responding to the expression of the Caucasian man's heart before him.
"Then stay here for a while."
"Can, can." Leon nodded enthusiastically.
"Fatim, when did you come." Pekik granny Siti.
The elderly woman wearing a navy hijab ran up to her granddaughter who was sitting in a henchman on the guest sofa.
"grandmother." Screaming Fatim, he stood up and spread his arms and prepared to embrace his grandmother.
"Fatim, really miss grandma." He said when he hugged Siti's grandmother.
"Sama, baby. Grandma misses you too."
Both of them break each other's embrace, then the attention of the grandmother is on the belly of her granddaughter. She asked the same thing, as her husband had said.
"How old are you?" Grandma rubbed her grandson's stomach gently.
"Seven months old?"
"Oh, soon to give birth. I can't wait to hold a grandchild." Grandma said with a glowing face.
"Squeak, grandma." Errata Somad's grandfather. Which makes them chuckle.
"Ah, yes. Tweet means. I am so old. I forgot to mention the name."
"You haven't made any drinks and prepared snacks for our grandchildren either." Grandpa Somad reminded.
"Hem, it is not you who first know the coming of our grandchildren. I just finished taking an afternoon shower."
"Already, already. Let Fatim himself take the drink. Grandpa and grandma sit down, accompany Leon's brother."
"Grandma won't let you hassles take a drink herself. Come on grandma's friend."
Grandma Siti was embracing her grandson's shoulder. Then they both walked into the kitchen. Grandpa and Leon were sitting on the sofa talking.
"What cook grandma? It smells so good." Fatim's nose kempis sniff the aroma that goes out in the kitchen.
"Fishman. You want to eat now?"
It will soon enter Maghrib prayer time. The time will not be enough to enjoy a relaxing meal.
"Later by now, after Maghrib."
"All right then. What does your husband like to drink? Grandma's confused about asking for it." Fatim chuckled in reaction to his grandmother.
"He drinks anything he wants, Grandma. Not even water refused."
"Ah, you're not kidding. Time away from the Netherlands, here only the grandmother used white water. Why don't you tell me first if you want to come here? Grandma can make you something worth serving."
"No need to bother, grandma. We're here because we miss, haven't seen grandparents in a long time. So want to let go of longing." Once again, Fatim hugged his grandmother.
Shortly thereafter, Fatim carried a tray of iced orange juice and snacks. Then serve it on the table.
The two pairs of husbands exchanged stories, until faintly heard the sound of Adhan. Grandpa Somad invited them to the mosque, which was in the middle of the village.
They agreed, then stood up to get ready. Because the distance was quite close, grandfather took them on foot.
Leon was delighted and so enjoyed along the way to the mosque. The tiny houses of the citizens appear to be lined up neatly, with dim golden lights.
Shadows of trees and various flowers, which thrive in the courtyard of the people's house, are also an attraction in itself.
The moon and the stars that adorn the night sky, also become the lights of the way for them. What a pleasant atmosphere in the village at night.
Arriving at the mosque, Leon was a little surprised, when he saw the house of God which is quite small. Again, lost when compared to the area of his room.
Meanwhile, Fatim's husband continues to be the center of attention. Until the women worshipers, more whisper about him.
This is normal, because he is not a native Indo. But Leon, who was the center of attention, only responded to all that with ordinary. Because he thinks he is not an artist.
Now the Maghrib prayer commences. The female congregation was forced to stop talking about Leon, and focus on praying.
Although the place of worship is small, it does not reduce the specificity in worship. These included Leon and Fatim, who prayed fervently, until his eyes were closed.
Both are aware that he is nothing without God's help. Leon increasingly thanked, because it has a decent and comfortable place to live. He is also grateful to have a wife, and has no trouble getting children.
There are many other things that they cannot describe one by one. But the point is they are very grateful.
Prayer was over, they walked together to Somad's grandfather's house. And Leon's heart was intrigued to do something to the mosque in Somad's grandfather's village.