TOAST
* Slice 213, Full of love
The first experience for Qeena takbiran in a bus like this, the passengers also mostly follow the echoes of takbir, tahmid and tahlil who roar from the bus radio and sound from the outside because they see many takbir roving, tahmid and tahlil, both are walking, riding a motorcycle and even an open tub car.
"Yes Allah Mas .. forgot .. Qeena has not zakat fitrah" said Qeena who hastily exclaimed HP and want to contact Mak Nuha.
"Udah .. yesterday with Mas and Mak Nuha. Pokoke is safe" Dafi said.
"Thank you" said Qeena.
"Loh kok thank you . This is the obligation of Mas ngeluarin zakat fitrah you and Mak Nuha, hopefully next year has added a new member in our family who pays zakat fitrah ya" said Dafi.
"What do you mean I want to add my wife?" ask Qeena confused.
"Maybe?" ledek Dafi's.
"Kan Mas reve deh." said Qeena.
"There are some thoughts that are so . which I mean our children .. children born from the fruit of our love" said Dafi.
Qeena was silent, she might be ready to be a wife, but she was still worried about having children because she did not want any more children to be the same fate as her.
"It hurts his stomach?" ask Dafi again.
"Still .. so eat chocolate ah" replied Qeena.
"What's the connection?" dafi said.
"No, but chocolate can make you happy, who knows so forget the same stomach pain" said Qeena while opening the chocolate.
"From the small liking of chocolate .. know yes expensive items" ledek Dafi.
"First time eating chocolate is this brand, Mas Fajar who loves" said Qeena.
"Always Dawn .." said Dafi.
"I'm sorry ." said Qeena, who had just realized that she had mentioned another man's name in front of her husband.
"It's okeee .. eat deh .. let you be happy" Dafi continued, leaning his head against Qeena's shoulder.
"Weight Massss" said Qeena.
"Tau ga Neng .. I love you" said Dafi.
"Yesterday, yesterday was also a bitch" replied Qeena.
"So it's still shaum oruh Neng . bothered if the pengpengen are not. hehehe.. now it's not a problem to be spoiled rich gini too" whispered Dafi.
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"Well, it's two o'clock in the evening because Mas Dafi hasn't arrived yet, he said, leaving from yesterday" asked Bu Fia.
"Let's call Bun.he may have another need first, we pray he'll be all right, congratulations to the goal" replied Mr. Dzul who returned to continue his sleep.
"Dad ain't no worry about children" said Bu Fia.
"What to worry about .. It's big, he knows what to do. If there's anything, he'll be ngabarin us. Maybe he wants to surprise us. Tau itself if our firstborn child is full of surprises" continued Mr. Dzul.
"But Mother's heart does not taste good from earlier" said Bu Fia.
"Makanya do'a" suggested Mr. Dzul.
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Lebaran this time Nyaknya and his brothers Iyus trade ketupat, cook big pots. Because there have been many customers from a few years ago, it could be said their windfall ahead of the holiday. Sedari Dzuhur already exhausted ketupat taken by the order. Iyus who had just returned home was asked to tidy up the traces of firewood and pot nyuciin, his name was also Iyus, most difficult if asked to hold the work, there is a reason.
There is still one more pot containing ketupat that is intended for the family, Iyus seems to want to sell first, ten minutes more Iyus asked to lift ketupat and dried to the mine that has been prepared.
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Sometimes the saddest moment of the holiday is not a shimmering apology, but when we are not in the middle of the family or family is not complete like last year.
Mak Imah was looking at the only photo she had, the photo when Qeena aqiqah, was being carried with Mak Imah and Iyus standing beside her.
"Qeena .. Where are you?" ask Mak Imah while wiping the photo that he deliberately laminating so that it is not damaged.
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Qeena fell asleep feeling tired, it felt comfortable tonight sleeping leaning on her chest Dafi and her body hugged from the side. Dafi is indeed a lot of berkasbih, mahmid and kahlil during the trip. The chant also cradled Qeena in the contest.
"Mother ... Who her? Where's she?" the question that arises in Qeena's dream.
Deep in Qeena's subconscious, questions always arise, sometimes haunting day and night. It was a nightmare every night. And unfortunately, until this moment there was never a definite answer about the news. It was as if the information was sinking into the earth. The mother who left him when he was a red baby. There are no memories of birth mother Qeena. For some reason when he knew all the truth of his identity, terbesit feel
hate the mother.
"You can do it without your mother. Mother is just status. Why have a mother if you don't want her. There is Mak Nuha who loves you, who is able to be a Mom and Dad for you" this sentence that Qeena always emphasizes every hate that appears.
Come to the conclusion that the decision of the mother to leave him from infancy is the biggest mistake he made.
"I don't care what the reason is, the point is that once he decides to leave, he's gone from my life forever" those angry words always appear.
When Qeena begins to try to forget her grudges against her biological parents, when her heart begins to come to terms with pain, when her romantic future is emblazoned with a good man she has known for a long time, Iyus came to check on his life and Mak Nuha.
Sweat flooded Qeena's forehead. Dafi wondered why Qeena was sweating while the AC Bus was cold. Sweat with a small towel. Slowly rubbing the sweat on her beautiful face Qeena. His body trembled, like holding something back then jolted awake with a fearful expression. Dafi tightened her embrace.
"All is well .. all is well" Dafi said.
Dafi knew Qeena was like this when her heart was at war between accepting reality or not caring about her past. In the past Dafi could not hold her, only accompany her as she cried. Now Dafi is able to be a place where he pours out everything.
Qeena started crying.
"Sstt.. here is a public place, later it is suspected that you will kidnap" whispered Dafi.
Hurriedly Qeena wiped her tears with a small towel.
"That dream again?" ask Dafi slowly. Qeena nodded.
"Mas told you, you must be truly at peace with your own heart. Your heart must heal from its wounds. Your heart must be clean from the stain of anger and hatred that continues to gnaw. And one way ..forgive your biological parents. We never know if she was crying across the street missing you? Perhaps now again become a regret in his life, which makes him never restful in his sleep" said Dafi corroborated.
Dafi gave a bottle of mineral water to Qeena. After drinking it, Qeena embraced Dafi again.
Dafi reached into his jacket pocket, there was a zipper that he opened and took out a small box. Open the box. There was a ring with a small diamond. Inside the ring are the initials D and F. Qeena was shocked when the ring was presented to her. There are no romantic scenes like in dramas. Boro-boro in a place full of flowers and music mendayu, the reality is now they are on a bus with the flow of both from the bus radio and from the direction of the road.
"The ring that Mas showed me was made from a million sweaters and hard work. The shine of beauty will not be meaningful without any sweet fingers that wear it. Will Neng provide the sweet fingers?" ask Dafi slowly.
Qeena looked at Dafi, Dafi smiled sweetly.
"By waiting for you to answer, Mas usein ajalah yes, just want the answer" said Dafi while pairing a ring on his finger Qeena.
"Mas mah ga no romantic-romantic .. "Qeena protest.
Dafi laughed a little.
"Later a romantic Nengnya if we are both in the room, whatever you want as well. Mas Pasrah ..." goda Dafi.
"Thank you for always being the person who understands Qeena the most after Mom. But it is Mas .. His mother did not like our relationship" said Qeena doubtful.
"That's yes .. how if you were pregnant just yet, the time of the day Mom did not want to accept if it was so" ledek Dafi more like to see Qeena confused.
"Mas mah ..emang did not have a better idea" said Qeena.
"Woyyy .. do not doubt the intelligence of your husband Neng .. later you also know for yourself what Mas will do to invite you officially" said Dafi riddled.
"What Mas?" ask Qeena.
"Ga surprise dong if I tell you. The point is you just say yes . then Mas will take care of everything. Believe me Neng, Mas will try all with a peaceful path. You have made Mas happy in a way that others can not, now it is Mas's turn to make you happy, where no one has ever been able to do it" said Dafi.
"Ahhh .. so sweeett .. is more sweet than the telenovela-style friendly flocks" said Qeena accompanied by a sweet smile.
Dafi kissed Qeena's palm.
"This hand will hold our baby later. We give birth to children in a family atmosphere that we never get when we are little. This hand that will always strengthen and embrace Mas whatever the condition. This hand will realize the dream of becoming a young entrepreneur and having a cake shop. This hand will guide his parents and take care of their old age. You are a strong woman Neng .. stronger than Mas. Women who mature because of forced circumstances, but now you can prove that children with all economic limitations, limitations of affection and limitations of socialization. Your talent in the culinary world is already there, just stay on the course in a good place. Be prepared to be a Neng diamond . Life has forged and honed you, now show me Kilaumu Neng... I will always support you" Dafi said.
The happy cry of Qeena was held back.
"Thank you God .. You sent me a man who could break my mind if he wasn't nice. You give her . who can walk together even though she knows there will be many storms" Qeena said in her heart.