TOAST
* Slice 212, Bus Station

The bus started to go to Jakarta. Dafi was busy with her laptop. Qeena from earlier held her stomach, over time Dafi felt something was wrong with Qeena. The laptop was then put in his backpack.

"Why stomach? stomach ache or hunger?" ask Dafi slowly.

"Sick Mas .. the usual diseases of women every month" replied Qeena Rada whispering.

"Usually what does it do to the pain? or do you want to ask Fajar if there is a solution?" tawar Dafi's.

"Usually a warm drink is constantly brought to sleep. Don't call Mas Fajar .. shame." replied Qeena in a quieter voice.

"Have you had a drink if you're not shaum, would you like to make some warm tea?" answer Dafi.

"Ga good Mas .. diiatin people later" said Qeena still megangin stomach.

"People also understand that women must have time to not shaumnya" replied Dafi.

"Qeena try to sleep, who knows. Drink it later if it's Maghrib" choose Qeena.

"It's up to you" said Dafi.

Qeena opened the blanket in plastic which was given as one of the facilities of this bus. At the bottom of the seat there is a rest leg, so the legs can be raised there. Qeena leaned against the glass part of the bus while stroking her stomach.

"How many days?" ask Dafi again.

"Fourth day, usually this is only one or two days, but this time even more sick every day" explained Qeena.

"This is tender to Mas aja, the glass will be bruised his head can hurt" said Dafi while putting Qeena's head on his shoulder.

Ashar is heard along the road because many mosques. Dafi asked Qeena to sit down on her stool first because she wanted to pray.

"Still sick? use eucalyptus oil or something to let it subside" said Dafi.

"When you stop at the rest area there is a minimarket, you can buy koyo aja Mas, if eucalyptus oil or wind oil is already rich granny ride public transportation .. the smell of wind oil" said Qeena.

"Okay, usually if it's half a trip just stopped by the rest area, the name is riding a public vehicle, can not just stop" replied Dafi again.

Dafi prayed on her lap, wearing a cocoa dress that had been prepared in her backpack. After the prayer, he continued to read the small mushaf he carried, his voice was very small (he did not read in his heart because he wanted to hear can get the reward as well as reading). For an hour Dafi was solemn in his worship, then he tidied back into a backpack and raised to the top of their seats (where to put the bag).

"Mas .. still angry with Qeena?" ask Qeena carefully.

"Ngga .. Why get angry? all thought through. What is ten days without you? kangen?" god Dafi's.

"Ge er, back and forth" turned Qeena.

"It's normal .. Now it's normal, right?" dafi said, relaxed.

"Mah quickly forgets .. Mas .. Qeena apologized yes" said Qeena.

"I'm sorry for what?" ask Dafi pretend not to know.

"Make the decision to leave Mas" replied Qeena.

"Will it go back or not?" shoot Dafi directly.

"How's it?" Qeena.

"You certainly can not take away the charm of Mas ya .. have fallen in love, right? it is a pity for sure, so want to join Mas" whispered Dafi.

Spontaneous Qeena pinched Dafi's hand. There was a pink tinge on his cheeks.

"Oh.." said Dafi as he rubbed his hand.

The one sitting next to them looked directly at the couple. Dafi and Qeena just smiled.

"Don't nyubit-nyubit dong, the kasian who is alone, if he ngiri nyubit nyubit konsektur or his bus driver" whispered Dafi again.

"This is a man yes .. have been dating on the bus, Ramadan anyway. Abege children now do not know where to combine love, not ngiri anyway, but amused aja see. Pray mah prayer, but the girl was even told to senderan on the boat .. the guy also holds hands aja already rich want to cross" dumel the person next to him in the heart.

The two benches in front of Dafi and Qeena were even more extreme, than to make the restless passengers next to him and the conductor who looked back and forth. Very tight mesraanya, as if this front is provided for couples who are again kasmaran.

"This is also the same as the gelo couple, was out the bathroom directly presented the view again kissing the cheek. Richly these two couples are young and seem not a married couple. Inget woyyy.This is the last day of Ramadan, instead of actual worship even makes a sin" continued the person sitting next to him in his heart.

At five in the afternoon, the snack box was distributed. Qeena looked at the contents of the snack box, there was lontong, risol and sponge cake. There is also a box of tea packaging as a drink.

Towards breaking, Qeena and Dafi listened to a religious lecture via HP, they wore headsets together, next to their ears.

The theme of the cult is simple, just filling the time positively. Later Qeena again tendered her head to Dafi's shoulder, Dafi also put his head on Qeena's head. Dafi's hand was still holding onto Qeena's hand, sometimes there was an unnecessary feeling

#Marriage in Islam is the Sunnah of the Prophet. For those who are married they expect grace and blessings in the contract that is said and promised together. But behind it, the essence of true marriage is a calm, comfort and adequacy between each other. Marriage does not fully promise every couple to live always happy, but it is also not a matter of living life with constant difficulties. In the household often occurs turmoil that often touches every couple. However, every couple is reminded to always lean on Allah SWT. Fostering faith, piety, and obedience in worship are the main capital in building a household. With that capital, blessing will surround anyone who is in the household. After marriage, improve the prayer, establish obligatory prayers and sunnah, fill our household with blessings. Close self-disgrace to each other as shared strength and evaluation material. Unworthy of the ugliness of the household was indulged and consumed by the public#a little snippet of the cult that Dafi and Qeena heard.

"Mas .. ten minutes adhan, not yet warm tea" recalled Qeena.

"You sit down, he says the stomach still hurts. Make it yourself, want to make it too?" ask Dafi.

Dafi was also in line to make warm tea and coffee, after taking two cups of paper and having sachet tea, water was taken from the dispenser and taking two sugar packs and stirring wood.

Adhan was heard all over the room on the bus, all cancelling their prayers today.

"Alhamdulillah .. poll deh this year" said Dafi disela enjoy existing snacks.

"Yes, if the guy doesn't have a reason to be void except sick" replied Qeena.

"Don't eat?" ask Dafi.

"The stomach is still not good" said Qeena.

"Obsolutely so every month? he never complained about the same thing. Did you see a doctor to know how to treat it?" dafi Suggestion.

"Later yes Mas . now the amount of shame, the status on the single ID card but check with the obstetrician" said Qeena.

"What the hell actually, the Indonesian people think a lot of people compared to for health" said Dafi.

"Mas ..it's such a mess to eat" said Qeena.

"Tissue ga's?" ask Dafi.

"Out" replied Qeena.

"But if love and love are still a lot of stock dong" whispered Dafi idly.

"But there's a small towel, put it on first" Qeena said.

Dafi then pray Maghrib first, because Maghrib must be hastened considering the time is narrower than other prayer times. Starts the sounding of takbir on the bus.

When in the rest area, Qeena did not want to go down because his stomach still feels cramping, but because it began to penetrate the brown milo knot, milo, so he decided to go to the bathroom to change his pads and trousers.

Dafi gave her jacket to cover the back of the culottes. He carried his backpack with him because he had a laptop, accompanied Qeena to the bathroom and waited outside.

After changing his pants, Qeena and Dafi went to the minimarket, bought instant noodles in a cup to warm the stomach and bought the cut fruit and chocolate Pan Mboten Qeena's favorite.

They boarded the bus and brewed a cup of instant noodles. The ones sitting in the classroom like they were still outside, only the two of them remained.

"Neng .. eat a box together first yes the same as a cup of noodles, later if less yes open again. There is no table" suggested Dafi.

"Yes" replied Qeena.

Qeena prepared the food box, her side dish which was in plastic was opened. There are grilled chicken plus sambal, oseng-oseng long beans, crackers and bananas. Earlier in the minimarket had bought tempe chips, so they were all placed in boxes.

Qeena looked at Dafi.

"Why is it different, when you want to go, when you are angry, silent without talking, now rich nothing happens, really he is not angry? if you are angry why chat is only read? want to ask later even ruined the atmosphere. The richness of these two personalities of Mas Dafi .. is full of mystery" Qeena said in her heart.

"Eh bengong... why even see Mas .. handsome?" god Dafi's.

"Ga .. have eaten .. rather than getting colder than rice" replied Qeena.

The two looked at each other a lot and smiled when eating, not talking, as if speaking in the language of the heart.

"Hadehhh .. This is his father's mother not worried what? from earlier nempel mulu, all whispers .. uh now eat a box of two. Ngiritnya kebangetan, eat rice ration box from the bus and only capital bought instant noodles one cup doang, girls are now very easy to follow. Udah mah tuh a very beautiful girl, seems still innocent, horrified to playin deh same guy who seems a really player. Eh but I don't know, sodara don't you, will you not even be offended?" the one sitting next to them.

Dafi fed Qeena the instant noodles she had in her hand.

"Eat a lot, let it be more beautiful" said Dafi.

"It's fat Mas is not beautiful" said Qeena.

"But don't be so thin, don't look at it" replied Dafi.

"Thank you yes .. Mas always patiently faced Qeena who sometimes still follow feelings from logic" said Qeena while thrusting a spoonful of rice and side dishes towards Dafi's mouth.

Dafi opened his mouth and enjoyed every bite in his mouth.

"Why if bribed .. the level of food delicacy is still up? earlier the sweetness of the roasted chicken, so see Neng kok so less sweet as the smile of Neng" joked Dafi.

Then they laughed a little together, very liquid atmosphere.

"Gombal very anyway .. all roasted chicken lose sweet as chick .. tuh chick even laughs in the same as grilled chicken, roasted chicken, if my rich child is so rich I have to go home to be married" said the person sitting next to them.

They finally ate two boxes of rice, a pack of tempe chips and a cup of instant noodles. Alternately washing hands in the bathroom.

Ga lama adzan isya reverberate, Dafi directly pray.

"Gw see this guy really alim, long prayer, read the Qur'an all, but why is it so cute as a girl? kaya is not a husband and wife, her affection is very different. Patience .. patience .. make it very comfortable to travel" dumel people next to them.