The Suffering of the Raised Child
Chapters 114.

In the house of Almira rented, Almira was cooking for her lunch, because this morning she had been shopping at a traditional market.

The typical negligee mother's clothes she wears, because Almira herself has begun to change her appearance little by little, she is determined to close her aura, but slowly.

Hanafi himself did not force or tell Almira to close his aurat, wearing long clothes, but Almira herself who happened to want to wear such clothes, almira's clothes are small that he has given to his friends partly, some are still in his rented closet.

While Mama Agnes herself never took care of Almira, whether she lives where or has eaten or not, Mama Agnes always hangout with her socialite friends.

The door of the house was knocked, Almira who was in the kitchen immediately stepped foot towards the door.

The door opened and there was a face that made Almira to be pounding, because? in addition to Hanafi, it turns out that there are also his parents who come this afternoon, the apron is still stuck on his body, making Almira embarrassed by his appearance.

''Assalamu'alaikum,'' said Hanafi memuyamunan Almira.

''Wa-waalaikum salam, '' his answer is limited.

Almira kissed the back of Father's hand and also Mother Hanafi. ''Dead in, Om and aunt?'' Almira allowed Hanafi's parents and Hanafi's own to enter her house.

''Sorry aunt, still a mess, '' said his shame. Almira picked up the bag she had put on her house seat.

''It's okay, son, sit here?'' pinta Bunda Hanafi dwngan patted the chair he was sitting on.

''But Mira is?'' almira's speech was not finished, but already smelled a charred smell from the direction of her kitchen.

''Bau gosong gini yes, '' said Hanafi by sniffing the smell of the gosong that was getting bigger.

''Astaghfirullah hal adzim, '' cried Almira by moving from his seat, he ran towards the kitchen, and sure enough the cooking was blackened.

''Oh Allah, when I was very hungry, and again it has been hard to cook it even so like this, ''' he complained to turn off the stove and put a pan in the sink.

''Why son?'' mother Hanafi asked, she followed Almira from behind and saw that the cuisine of Almira had blackened, probably because of her sudden arrival, so Almira forgot not to turn off her stove.

''Tan-tante here,'' instead of answering Mother Hanafi's question, Almira instead surprised with Mother Hanafi behind her.

''What is still willing to cook again, let Mother accompany ya,'' answered with full gentleness, in contrast to Mama Agnes who always screams vaguely to her assistants, who always yell vaguely, when making a mistake in his home.

''No need aunt, later even troublesome aunt again, ''' answered by lowering her head, Almira is still not used to call parents Hanafi dwngan called Father and also Mother, Almira is still not used to call parents Hanafi dwngan, although yesterday it was asked to call him by his kind.

''Don't bother baby, let's accompany you to cook? apparently you are already smart to cook, '' praised Mother Hanafi.

''Still learning, and earlier Mira also still see in the application kok Tan, '' said by commenting on the smile, a smile that looks very forced, because she was very embarrassed by Mother Hanafi.

''It's okay dear, as long as you have tried it, next time you can definitely cook yourself, and certainly more delicious than the one in the application, '' said Mother Hanafi.

Almira nodded and commented on her smile, ''If so Mira made kak Hanafi and Om drink first yes aunt,'' said her with sumringah.

Although Almira can only serve instant juice that is usually bought some time ago, but Almira can already do good to others. Almira poured juice into a glass and put it on a tray, not to forget also the snacks he had placed in the jar he bought with Hanafi yesterday.

Mother Hanafi shook her head Boelan, seeing the woman who was close to her son, Hanafi parents came to the house of Almira rented not without cause, she wanted to invite Almira to go to something place, where there will meet a lot of people, because they will bring Almira to charity events.

''At the drink, Om?'' he said by putting a glass on the table, do not forget also the jar that contains snacks.

''Mother where, why not come out as well,'' asked by looking at Almira.

''Tante in the kitchen is cooking, Kira gosong kak cuisine, ''' replied with a crisp laugh, because he was actually embarrassed to say that to Hanafi, Hanafi, in the living room was Hanafi's father.

''You haven't had lunch?'' ask Hanafi's father.

Almira shook her head in response, Yes already, you better just eat now, after that you come with us yes, '' said Hanafi's father filled with gentleness, make Almira remember her father? some months have not seen each other again.

''Yes Om, '' answered briefly, and moving from his place, Almira stepped towards the kitchen, where Mother Hanafi was struggling with a skillet and spatula.

''Wow, does it smell so good auntie? if you may know, the spice is anything, '' asked Almira without shame, because if embarrassed to ask, will get lost on the road right? almira thought, so she threw a little shame on Mother Hanafi.

''Och just pack this spice, baby?'' sahut her by showing some of the spices that are still left near her. There are garlic, shallots, candlenut, coriander, ginger, turmeric, pepper.

Almira recalled her correctly inside her brain, Try dech, does her taste already fit?'' ask very Mother.

''Ach yes Tan, '' answered his surprise, because Almira still keeps the name of the spice name in his memory.

Almira was given a spoon and immediately tasted the cuisine of her prospective in-laws, ''It feels like aunty, not salty and also there is sweetness,'' reply her by tasting her lips that still feels her cooking.

''Alhamdulillah, yes already, then you just eat first, this is almost finished also in the afternoon you know, '' said Mother Hanafi, take a plate? and also taking rice in her magic com, Almira felt very happy with the attention of Mother Hanafi to her, she felt the affection of Mother who really sincerely loved her, she said, compared to her biological mother who cares about her.

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