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* Slice 189, Ramadan this time

"Qeena where's Mak?" ask Dafi when she comes home and Qeena is at home.

"To the market" replied Mak Nuha.

"Buy what else?" ask Dafi in wonder.

"He said he wanted to cook rendang" said Mak Nuha.

"Didn't it make you empal, huh? how to make everything rendang again" said Dafi astonished.

"Ga tau .. he did not say why make rendang happen" said Mak Nuha.

"Yes it's gapapa. Mas want to bathe first continue to pray Dhuha, abis was going to sleep on top of ya Mak, if deket dzuhur did not wake up, please wake up ya Mak" pinta Dafi who went straight up to the top floor of his house.

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Qeena immediately cooked as soon as she got home from the market. His face looked sad, not excited.

"Why?" noha asked when she saw Qeena.

"Ga Mak .. full of markets, so cape swipe" Qeena replied lying.

"Mas Dafi has just returned home, he said if he had not woken up, ask to be built" continued Mak Nuha.

"Yes Mak .." replied Qeena ga many words.

Mba Tinah seems to have relaxed a bit, he played to where Qeena to chat spend time. Mba Mini even bring clothes that have not been rubbed into the Dafi house so that they can iron while chatting.

"Kok even make rendang anyway? we should have been alone today" said Mba Tinah.

"Kepengen" replied Qeena.

"Waduh .. lest not fill again?" mba Tinah Terka.

Everyone looked at Qeena.

"Ga maybe Mba . wong we have never done it really" said Qeena keceplosan.

Everyone laughed at Qeena's innocence.

Ten hours rendang already quite almost dry, Bu Fia type does not like to dry really, so the rip rendang is finished in two hours. Qeena returned to the bath because her body smelled of rendang.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Dafi called Qeena to bring her coffee up, she just woke up.

Qeena made coffee, while Mak Nuha prepared the dishes after cooking.

"Now his wealth is diligent in copying Mas Dafi" said Mba Tinah.

"Special made by his wife doang. If we are equally rare, not necessarily once a week" nimbrung Mba Mini.

"Yes also .. uh she said if you want our loving husband, just stirring coffee with a smile, let her husband more sticky" suggested Mba Tinah.

"Do not use a smile already sticky . let alone I love a smile, can not want to slide from my side hahaha" joked Qeena with the peda.

"Widih .. gayaneeee" ledek Mba Mini.

"But emang Mas Dafi is different anyway yes, what if the child now says .. ehm .. um .. bucin. ya bucin" replied Mba Tinah.

"This is why on the rumpi below yes .. coffee where coffee ..." cried Dafi as he looked down.

"Sabar Mas .. the person again wants to go up" replied Mak Nuha.

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Rian went upstairs with Qeena. He went straight up to the sofa bed, Dafi just smiled at the behavior of his sister who even fell from the sofa bed because she could not be silent.

"Ga laper Mas?" ask Qeena.

"This is waking up also because of the smell of rendang that makes you hungry" replied Dafi who again sat on the mat.

"Udah ripe anyway if Mas want to eat" said Qeena while folding bed linen on the sofa bed.

"Yes later, take a bath first" replied Dafi.

Rian ran up the stairs.

"Rian .. be careful of the descent" Dafi recalled.

Dafi looked at Qeena's fresh-looking face as she had just taken a bath. Her hair is still covered in towels.

"Let's think dirty yeah .. until it's so bad" ledek Qeena.

"Nggaaaa .." replied Dafi while sipping his coffee.

"Later sahur help everyone, Mas invited sahur here" said Qeena while drying her hair.

"Yes ..kan Mas sleep here" said Dafi.

"She's going to take a shower .. Yeah, have a bath there" said Qeena.

"This was Neng, Mas kangen deh" asked Dafi to ask Qeena to sit next to him.

"Emang Mas can not be dreadful ..here Mas want nanya" said Dafi.

Qeena sat down before him Dafi.

"Who asked for rendang?" ask Dafi.

"Yes" Qeena replied could not be evasive.

"Why be followed?" ask Dafi again.

"Yes the Mother Mas Dafi, it will be wrong again if it is made up" replied Qeena.

"You can say that if you've prepared another, after all we are the host, we should arrange it" said Dafi.

"Tomorrow if this is again, Mas aja ya answer. But it is also free Mas, still Qeena will be wrong. Now I'm still patient, but I don't know tomorrow-tomorrow" said Qeena with annoyance.

"Kok even rambek .. again invited to talk carefully this" said Dafi.

"The mother who said that, rich did not know her own mother was rich how the same Qeena. Qeena Baikin also continues to remain anonymous. He only wants to be a rich son-in-law, Mba Zahwa. He is smart to cook, beautiful, both rich people, his parents are officials . ya do not make shame if his name is listed on the invitation card" said Qeena.

"Udah ah .. don't bring her name again, there is no connection with us" in the middle of Dafi.

"As long as Mas Dafi is not firm with his Mother, as long as Qeena's relationship with him will continue this way" added Qeena.

"Ga firmly how does that mean?" ask Dafi.

"Yes, he said he wanted to be serious. Qeena was already okay, but where is the evidence if Mas accepts the terms of Qeena so that when married later, the whole family gives his blessing" said Qeena who told Dafi.

"This is just rich gini, especially if he knows the brain Mother who made us into marriage that night. The edges are blurred" Dafi said in his heart.

"Later discussed again, Mas want to take a bath" said Dafi as he grabbed a towel hanging from his shirt.

Qeena went downstairs and prepared lunch for everyone. Dawn who just woke up also immediately came to Dafi's house, even though I still did not bathe.

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After Maghrib prayers, residents flock to the Mosques and Mushollas around the neighborhood.

the family of Pak Dzul full team to the Mosque, which is arguably rare because in recent years Dafi has not lived Ramadan with his family and Bu Fia was ogah-ogahan if invited to the Mosque.

Kompakan also uses flip flops that are deliberately ordered with the name, because the tragedy of the missing and even exchanged sandals is very reasonable.

Sometimes the choice of residents to pray where also influenced by the amount of raka'at tarawih prayer. Young people usually choose a lot of raka'at but the reading is rich in angkot chase deposit, usually even so kelar 8 raka'at they immediately pull home and witir at home. Because almost in all mosques, if the number of raka'atnya a little surely reading is long and long, plus there are lectures as well.

Most of the youth and the age range under twenty-two are usually used to spread the charm and lyrics of women who are also the same age.

Qeena could be said to be the star. Many do not know who Qeena is, they just love each other know there is a beautiful figure in their environment.

Mr. Dzul's family is divided into two according to gender, Rian is held by Dafi and Dawn. The women in the back, they were chatting with mothers who knew Qeena well enough.

"Qeena .. can you contact ga?" ask the young men.

"Well how the hell, ngajak acquaintance even already know his name" said Bu RT.

"Yes, he also wants to know our name, Ms. RT" replied the young men.

"Ga need to get acquainted, this is his future wife Mas Dafi, soon want to marry" explained Bu RT.

"Can still just want to marry Ms. RT .. not married, there is a motto before the curved yellow janur mah is still public property" said the youths.

"Neng ... bring more money? I forgot to bring my wallet" Dafi said as he approached Qeena.

"Bring it up, take it in the bag" said Qeena, handing over her small bag.

Dafi took Qeena's wallet and took two pieces of fifty thousand. Put back his wallet and his HP.

"The bag tipped HP yes, it has been killed anyway" said Dafi.

"Yes .." replied Qeena.

"Later finished praying, just wait near the stairs, be advised if the young people here like a fad. You can't see a beautiful girl, just go straight. Don't care about people's wives or they're single" Dafi said.

"Because .. RT ma'am anyway, he said the future wife, but Mas Dafi said wife" said the young men.

"Emang again take care of marriage certificate, my husband RT, surely know which citizens are already married and not yet" said Bu RT who was not told to know with Mr. RT about Dafi's marriage.

Although Mr. RT and Mr. RW his hobby is joking, but his mouth is not a bucket. They keep the trust of Mr. Dzul well. They deliberately do not tell his wife, because they know the nature of women. Once dismantled, can se RW know all. Let's say the message "don't tell anyone", but the message is always connected which will eventually know all.

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The first tarawih always made a deep impression on all Muslims. How much this moment is expected once a year. Not necessarily be reunited with Ramadan, the holy month, where all good deeds will be multiplied in reward, the month in which every human being again learns to restrain his anger and desire to be applied in the next eleven months.

The prayer of Isya has called, all solemn in its prayers. For those who long, their hearts must tremble. No exception Mak Nuha and Qeena.

Mak Nuha passed the previous Ramadan with great constrictions. Yes, economic narrowness, narrow dwellings, even a narrow mind because there is much to think about. But this time, Mak Nuha could feel a great spaciousness. Especially being in a full family.

Qeena also did not dream in Ramadhan this time has been titled as a wife. Ramadhan yesterday was still with Damar, praying to the mosque together. Although Damar was only his escape from the figure of Dawn and tested whether his heart was dead to men, Damarlah became a man who always patiently waited for him and never forced his will like Dawn and Dafi.