
"Sister, aren't you cooking tonight?" ask Fauziah.
"Cooking, even a lot" Aqmal replied. He was eating the chicken.
"Ziah .." reprimanded Bunda Santi. The woman knew the purpose of Fauziah asking like that.
Fauziah was silent. He looked down at his plate. It's not that she doesn't like Aqmal coming to eat at her house but the woman is upset that the chicken Aqmal is hers–which she purposely keeps for dinner later.
After eating, Aqmal sat in the tv room with Mommy Santi. While Fauziah rinsing dishes in the kitchen. I don't know what Aqmal and Mommy Santi discussed, both look very serious. Not even their conversation was heard by Fauziah.
"Bun, what's the matter? How can I not hear" asked Fauziah full search. He stared at Aqmal alternately with his Mother.
"You don't need to know. This is the business of parents" said Mommy Santi.
Fauziah took a long breath. He took his place next to his Mother. "Alhamdulilah, I used to not be married to parents" he murmured slowly but could still be heard by Aqmal and Mommy Santi.
"Ziah .." reprimanded Bunda Santi again.
Aqmal smile. For the first time he felt happy, after the revelation of Lisna's lies, the man felt that part of his world had been destroyed. His love began to cry out to him, even looking like he was starting to hate him. Let alone start a call or message in mesenger, Watshap or ordinary messages, passing in front of the house even Ziah was reluctant to greet him. He looked at Aqmal like a stranger.
"Yes, Mother. I go to the room first" said Fauziah. It's moving out of place. Glanced at Aqmal at a glance, yet the gazes of the two met. Aqmal smiled, while Fauziah immediately rushed to the room.
"Haiss ... that old widower he's getting good-looking" Inner Fauziah.
On the first floor, Aqmal and Bunda Santi look serious. I don't know what they discussed, not even Fauziah heard it clearly. He was annoyed, he also wanted to hear their serious talk. But Fauziah didn't want to see Aqmal. Afraid she's having a hard time moving on.
Feeling bored in the room, Fauziah intends to open one by one gifts given by relatives, as well as from his neighbors. His gaze could not be separated from the yellow paper bag that was given a ribbon outside. He grabbed the paper bag. His hands began to roll into it. There is a love shaped thing. Curiosity made him immediately see the contents inside. His eyes were wide as if he was about to jump outside. The contents in the box were not canned objects. 24 Carat 4 gram gold necklace.
"Who is this?" fauziah. He saw in the pag paper, there was a love letter there. And sure enough, there's a love letter.
"Was her age, the blessing of her achievements, dear. Oma and Opa could only dig it up. Hopefully useful for Ziah in the future"
Fauziah shed tears. Oma Tantri and Opa Dama gave her a golden gift. From childhood until the age of 17, Fauziah had no gold. It was not that he did not want to buy, but what about their daily expenses when he bought gold. Thank God, at the age of 18, the girl had gold.
"Bismilah. Blessed and safe for his achievements, Dek. May it remain istiqomah"
Not stopping there, Fauziah opened a paper bag from another neighbor. It's getting sobbing.
"Ziah, it's 18 years now. Aunty heard you were champion one general, Aunt and family were happy. Aunty can only ngasi it. Remain a good child. Love you as my darling garden"
Original vans shoes that cost almost a million. And pretty sandals.
There are nine paper bags that he received at the age of 18 years. He opened them one by one. Haru's crying broke. She was crying happily. All the contents of the paper bag are his needs when he will go to college later. Hijab, gown, shoes, binders and their contents, there is even a new phone for him.
"Thank you God. You have met me with good people"
Fauziah makes a prostration of gratitude. Afterwards, he went down to the first floor to get some cold water in the refrigerator.
"Well, who's upset with you? How do you cry?" ask Mother Santi when Fauziah passes them.
"Huh .."
Fauziah ran to the room. He was unaware of the presence of his Uncle and Aunt. I don't know since when they came, for sure, Fauziah doesn't know the arrival of his Aunt and Uncle. Even he said Aqmal has returned to his home, in fact not yet.
"Kok I can forget that Aqmal is still here!" ketus Fauziah's. He scratched his hair like a child.
Ting!!
One message came in, Ziah grabbed his phone. There's a message coming in from Aqmal.
"The next week we're getting married"
Fauziah smiles. He thought Aqmal was comforting him because he had seen him cry.
"Is this also a gift?" reply Fauziah just kidding. For the first time, he responded to Aqmal with a question back. Is the message different this time? Or maybe he wants to start a new life at the age of 18? I don't know.