Wedding of Yuk Ma'am?!
chapter 14

Two years and six months after Ozan's death.

That afternoon Nina took Zidan to walk the dirt road that left right is still overgrown with teak trees. Carrying a basket of flowers and a small bucket they passed through the burial gate. Nina was still leading Zidan, cheerfully the nimble boy tiptoed following her mother's footsteps. They were in Ozan's tomb.

Nina used Zidan to make a pilgrimage to her father's grave every Thursday afternoon. Zidan followed his mother cleaning the tomb, sweeping and plucking the weeds growing around. Nina filled the water in the bucket she carried in the water faucet which was not far from her husband's navel. Zidan, Nina deliberately let busy pulling the grass.

Nina watering the Ozan navel which is still the land. Then Nina sprinkled the flowers she brought. Zidan sowed flowers. After all the rituals were completed, Nina took out a small book. Nina read it, followed by Zidan. Although the 2-year-old still did not understand and fluent, Nina wanted to instill the habit of always praying and pilgrimage to her father's grave.

After they finished they walked out of the cemetery. Arriving at the footpath that split the cemetery on the exit path of the gate, Zidan ran ahead. In front of the gate Ozil was waiting on his bike. Ozil just returned from work, deliberately headed to the cemetery, Ozil know the custom of Nina who makes a pilgrimage every Thursday afternoon.

Ozil saw Zidan running down from his bike. Welcoming the two-year-old boy who is getting closer. Ozil stretched out his hand.

"Of Oz!"

Zidan immediately hugged Ozil for a sling. In the distance Nina just smiled at the familiarity of the pounding and Omnya.

"Where is my darling, Om Oz?"

With anxiety Ozil kissed the cheek of Zidan who was still in his arms.

"Not that?" he asked while swinging the boy's body to joy. "No rascal? Heeem's? Naughty no?"

"No." replied Zidan cedal interspersed with his laughter.

Ozil takes Zidan down as soon as Nina gets nearby.

"What time was it, ma'am?"

"Four three, Oz."

"Udah mau magrib, Mbak. Let's go home." Ozil lifts Zidan placing him in front of his motor jog matic. "Zidan stood in front of ya."

Zidan nodded his head in agreement. Ozil starts the bike.

"Come on Ma'am. Lives noh ntar."

"Decease, Om. Stay, Om." said Zidan.

Nina hollered at the back by giving a little distance.

"No advance Ma'am. Falling away, far away to another marahan aja."

"Diem you drive in front."

Ozil smiled jail. As the bike began to run, Ozil turned his bike slightly over a protruding rock on the edge of the dirt road. To make Nina jerk in shock and hug Ozil's body. Next to Ozil's hand is already holding Zidan's seat so as not to be stung by the motorcycle handlebar.

"OZIIILL!" Ozil chuckles. Nina took off her reflex hug. Followed by the sound of Zidan's protest in front.

"Will you do?" Nina pinched Ozil's waist.

"It was intentional."Zidan went nggedumel. Ozil rubbed Zidan's head.

"Sound, Mother. About dong. On the road too. If it falls, all hurt." Ozil complaining squirming by Nina's pinch.

"Make it not jail. Bring a real motor." when Nina was annoyed.

"The guy got a rock. Didn't feel like it was a wheel hit by a rock?"

"You were intentional, right? It's a broad road, why also the edges of the stone lewatin."

"Yes, too, sitting down to the side and why? Fortunately his reflexes Mbak Nina nice directly hit me. What about backwards aggravation? Can be berabe Ma'am. Ma'am." cerocos Ozil without pause by shaking his head.

"Udah ah's. Kinda smitten! I want this magrib."

The motor stopped right in front of his in-laws' house. Zidan went downstairs and kissed his grandparents' hands, who happened to be sitting in a long wooden chair.

"Abis went home on foot washing pilgrimage first yes zidan before entering the house" said Grandpa swiped and kissed Zidan's head.

"Here's Zid." Nina turned the water faucet in the yard washing her own feet and hands. Zidan's approaching. Ozil is approaching.

"Om Zid first." Ozil cuts the hose Nina holds.

"Zidan first, Om." Zidan won't lose, pull the hose.

"Last little boy."

"Zidan used to, Om." Zidan's face was bent.

"Om first."

"Momuuu!!" whinek Zidan.

Ozil chuckles. He washed his feet first. Zidan had started crying hugging his mother's feet.

"Nih." with the oddity of Ozil watering Zidan's legs until some of his trousers wet.

"Yahuoaaaa. Ibuu!"

"Aadduuhh." Ozil complained, but still chuckled and fled.

"Udah! Already! Don't cry." Nina patted her son's back. "There's reply to Om. If Om naughty it do not cry, in reply. Sana cubit Om Oz."

Zidan wiped away his tears, looking at the mocking Ozil by sticking his tongue out at the doorway of the house.

"Cubit Om Oz. Pursue Zid." Nina exclaimed at her son.

Zidan ran after Ozil, who of course ran away. That afternoon the Bahdim family home was a little crowded with the presence of their grandson Zidan.

Zidan and Nina choose to stay at their parents' home in the town of Sleman after 5 months of Ozan's death. However, Nina still visits Zidan's grandfather's house every Thursday afternoon until Friday. The distance from Nina's house in the town of sleman to the city of Bantul is not far, only an hour's drive.

In the town of sleman Nina sells with retail carts. There are already 4 branches in the city of sleman itself, and one branch in the city of bantul.

Azan magrib. Grandpa and Grandma Zidan always routine to the mosque. Nina had finished ablution, walking to a room that was deliberately dedicated to prayer. There were Ozil and Zidan there, both wearing koko and a kalem-colored sarong. Handsomest. Eh?

"Jama'ah yeah, mbak?"

"Well, isn't it first?" Nina took mukena.

"You're waiting on Nina's mother."

Nina glanced at Ozil, while wearing her face. Whether it was Ozil's only appeal or it was heartfelt, Nina didn't know.

"The reward is greater if the congregation, Ma'am."

"Well, why not go to the mosque?"

"In the mosque there is no Ma'am Nina."

Nina grunts. No kelar-kelar nih if deterpepin. inward Nina.

"Yes already. Scribbles!"said Nina standing on the prayer mat Ozil had prepared while waiting. Ozil smiled with satisfaction."Zidan here."

"No need Ma'am, Zidan's on my heels."

"Zidan wants to be there?" Zidan nodded."Yes already. Read the surah not long."

"Yes Ma'am. Afraid of farting yes cake yesterday?" tease Ozil with the oddity of his jail.

Nina grunts.

After they have finished fulfilling their obligations, and are immersed in their respective remembrance. Ozil.

"Mister Nina!"

"Heem."

"I pray, Sister Nina who is amen in yes?"

"No need! Prayers by yourself."

"Come on Ma'am. Not every day. Yea? Yea? Yea?"

Nina silently did not answer.

"Mister Nina! Yes mbak?"

"Mister Nina?"

"Mom!"

Holy hooch! Patience Nin. Inner Nina be patient.

"Yes to Nina? Ma'am?"

Nina grunts.

"Yes." finally.

Ozil begins to pray, and Nina assures him until the end of her prayer,

"Yes Allaah, make the woman behind me who guarantees my prayer is my soul mate. Aamiin's."

Ozil was waiting for Nina to reassure him, but there was no sound. She's looking. Nina had folded her mucous tops.

"Mister Nina! Not guaranteed yet."

"Udah."

"My last prayer?"

"No!" ketus Nina stuck out her tongue. "Let's go Zid, we'll eat." take Nina to Zidan's hand without caring about Ozil's bent face.