THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
The Good Change

Sunday morning at dawn, Farhan woke the beautiful woman beside him slowly.

Unlike usual, Via was so soundly asleep in the arms of Farhan that he slept again after the qiyamullail. Occasionally a faint smile graced her lips.

"What dream are you, anyway? Tumben sleeps really good. Is it because you slept in my mom's room?" whispered Farhan.

Via did not open his eyes. He smiled again. Farhan could not help his anxiety. He put his lips to Via's lips. Gently, dil**asked his wife's tiny lips.

Via blinked eyes. He was confused as to what was happening to him because his breathing was a little tight. Upon realizing what had happened, he pushed Farhan's body until his kiss came off.

"Dammy, Hubbiy. Instead of being awakened to pray, even play a kiss," protested Via.

Farhan chuckled at the sullen face of Via.

"Yes, pray! It was so hard to build. I want to be holy first. Soon at dawn."

Suddenly a kiss landed again on Via's cheek.

"Dear, Hubbiy!" pekik Via's. However, he smiled as Farhan entered the bathroom.

Not long ago Farhan has appeared neatly in a koko dress. She looked at her husband.

"More in love, huh?" A question Farhan disperse daydreams Via.

"Ih, what the fuck," elak Via.

"So, look at me, I'm not blinking. Looks from the mirror, lo," said Farhan while chuckling.

"Udah, go there! Later late," said Via covering the shame.

"Yes, we're leaving. Love to the bathroom! We will jog. Assalamualaikum."

'Waalaikumsalam. Okay, Hubbiy."

Via getting out of bed. He's headed straight for the bathroom. Once fresh, he immediately went down to the kitchen. The kitchen is still empty. Via looks at the family musala. In the newly built place there was no one.

Finally, Via knocked on the door of Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah's room.

"Mbok Marsih, Miss Inah, it's dawn!"

Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah came out of the room with their faces wrinkled and eyes still red.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, we're bad luck. Ma'am Via hungry? Wait a minute, we cook first" Ms. Inah said with guilt mixed with fear .

"No. Via means, Mbok Marsih and Bu Inah are not yet morning prayers. Prayers first" said Via.

Bu Inah nenatap Mbok Marsih who is also staring at him. They showed confused faces.

"Cock-awkwardly? Already there, the quarry wudu then salat," said Via again.

Both ARTs rushed to the musala.

"Mbak Via has changed, huh? In the past, boro-boro made prayers. He never prayed at dawn himself. Wake up at 6. Especially on Sunday. It could be 7 hours just wake up" whispered Mbok Marsih.

"Yes, huh? Uh, his appearance has changed. In the past, I never used to wear a hijab. Now, he's always closed. He also does not want to shake hands with men. Last night just cupped his hands when he met Mr. Nono. But, the hospitality is not reduced," added Bu Inah.

As soon as their musala soon wudu and dawn prayers. Then they went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. How surprised they were when the kitchen turned out the master was preparing spices.

"Mbak Via what are you doing? Let us cook. It used to be so," prevent Bu Inah.

Via smiled and then replied, "That was, Miss Inah. Now, Via can cook, really. Via is not a spoiled child anymore. Especially now that I have a husband."

Bu Inah just looked at each other with Mbok Marsih. They shrugged their shoulders.

"It's just seafood fried rice, really. The vegetable stock is over. The important thing is to make breakfast, " continued Via.

"I help you, Ma'am. What did I tell you, huh?" ask Mbok Marsih.

"Please clean the shrimp, Mbok!"

Since they did all three, the fried rice was ripe before Farhan and the others came home.

"Hhmmm, fragrant. Cook what, Love?" asked Farhan who had just returned from the mosque.

"Fried seafood rice again, Hubbiy. We'll go shopping, yeah!"

"Ready, Love. Can I eat before jogging?"

"Come, we'll eat first! Let it be strong jogging hehehe," asked Farhan.

After breakfast, Farhan and Via changed into a sport couple. Edi and Mr. Yudi also wear t-shirts and training because they will participate in jogging. Others, do not want to come because they are not ready.

"Hubbiy, Via does not carry a wallet. For a moment, Via back first, yes," said Via at the gate.

"No need. Bring it, you know!" Farhan prevented Via's intentions.

After the four men left, Bu Inah and Mbok Marsih went in to clean the house.

"I'm really happy to see the change of Ma'am Via. He used to be friendly, not jaim to anyone including us who are servants. His parents were good. It's just religion that's less like us." Mbok Marsih started talking about his employer.

"Yes. The late Mr. Wirawan and Bu Dewi also rarely pray, huh?"

"Rubber. Now the radiance of Ma'am Via's face is so shady, soothing. I think he's more patient."

Mbok Marsih walked into the kitchen carrying a dirty plate that he had just cleaned from the dining table. Mother Inah who was washing the cookware, received the plate.

"Is this the result of his teacher's upbringing, huh?" Change Ms. Inah who commented.

"I'm sure so. Do you remember the attitude of Master Ma'am Via? It is soft, motherly, also salihah" replied Mbok Marsih.

The middle-aged woman was cleaning the kitchen.

"Yes, yeah. The child also looks godly," said Ms. Inah as she rinsed the foam-filled dishes.

"Why? You mean who?" mbok Marsih asked in confusion.

"Yes Mas Farhan, Ma'am Via's husband."

"Lho, Mas Farhan is the teacher's son?" Mbok Marsih was surprised.

"Mbok Marsih doesn't know?"

"No. If you knew, I wouldn't be surprised. So, now Miss Via is the teacher's daughter-in-law?" mbok Mamih.

"Yes. Mas Farhan was the teacher's first child. Now, it was Mas Farhan who led the company that belonged to the deceased. I hear so," said Ms. Inah.

"You know a lot, huh? O yes, do you know how the condition of the company left by the deceased?"

Madam Inah nodded. He told me about the current state of the company.

"So, all thanks to Ma'am Via's grandfather?" Mbok Marsih is curious.

"Yes, same with the late brother of Mr. Wirawan."

Mbok Marsih nodded in understanding.

"The one who bought this house is also the grandfather of Ms. Via, lo. Also who financed the wedding of Ma'am Via. Yesterday I was told Mr. Andi some wedding photos of Ms. Via. So luxurious." Bu Inah was silent at the thought of Via and Farhan's marriage.

"Darling, we are not present. This is because the courier was late to give an invitation," muttered Mbok Marsih.

"Here, don't be sorry. One day, I'm sure Ms. Via will take us on vacation. Now he's back to being rich. Grandpa and his om turned out to have a bona fide feeling," said Bu Inah. He finished washing. Then, he took a broom.

"Eh, how did you not help Ms Via before, huh? If ever, then Ma'am Via is not sad. I remember when her parents died. It's a pity Mrs Via" said Mbok Marsih, wiping her tears.

"Sir Ma'am Via just found out that Ma'am Via is his grandson because the late Mr. Wirawan left home since he was young. Clearly, all of this has been explained by God. All so mediator Ma'am Via met his soul mate, changed for the better."

Mbok Marsih nodded in agreement.

"I look at Mrs Via now. Plus the intimacy with Mas Farhan. She was called love by her husband. Very romantic like Romeo and Juliet," Mbok Marsih said.

"Mbok Marsih knows Romeo and Juliet?" ask Ms. Inah.

"No. But people say that a friendly couple is like Romeo and Juliet."

Both ARTs laughed. They were so happy with the change of Via.

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