Mom for Aira
Chapter 46.

After a series of examinations by the doctor turned out Zea fainted from fatigue. From the morning there was nothing heavy that Zea did. It's getting weird.

"Why did you say I fainted?" Zea asked again.

"You did faint, where did anyone sleep but not the flu for hours at a time?"

Huftttt, Zea sighed.

"So early in the morning and where did everything go, you weren't home?"

Arka also told me where everyone had gone this morning.

This morning something shocked the residents. Where there is the tomb of a Hajj father who just died one week ago, the tomb is like a former excavated. His tombstone was not in place, the ground that should have been sloping flat.

The residents were excited to hear the news, so they flocked to the cemetery at the end of their complex to see the tomb. Including Arka, Aminah maam, Airin mba as well as his household assistants.

And it turns out that it was true, the tomb was like an old one in the galih. After negotiations with Rt Rw and the family of the deceased, the tomb was finally dismantled.

The residents were more stunned when they saw the contents inside. The corpse that had begun to rot was no longer wrapped in a shroud. Scattered just under the wood 'jrujug'. The shroud went missing.

Desas desus also occurs. The old story that has been forgotten is again a matter of warm conversation in the community.

In the past when the hajj sir was still successful, there was one of the residents who was defecating in a bamboo 'throwing' on the eve of Maghrib, which was near Maghrib, the resident met a little boy who was wearing only his trousers**** without a shirt.

The man asked the little boy, who is he?. The little boy claimed to be the son of the hajj sir. The citizen could conclude that the little boy was not human. After getting an answer, the resident let the little boy go.

So no wonder, if now the shroud of the hajj sir is lost taken by people. Because residents still believe, that the shroud of someone who has ever performed a prank or inheritance, the shroud is often stolen to do such a thing again by others.

Therefore usually if there is a person who before his death did the pesugihan and such, usually after death his tomb will be guarded for 40 days, to avoid things like this. Why the tomb was not guarded.

"Astaghfirullah azim...." Zea took a stand, after hearing the story from her husband.

"Did you have a picture of the Hajj man?"

"No, why?"

"No papa, just that...."

Zea also tells of a strange 'dream' she experienced.

"It is the man who asks for help, he is...."

"Udah don't su'udzon, not good. Even if it is true that he does such a thing, let it be his own responsibility. Our job is to pray for his sins to be forgiven....."

"Amen...."

"Want a drink?"

"Yes..."

After that Arka served his wife with pleasure.

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Time passes so quickly. It's been a week since Zea fainted.

The little family had also returned to their home. The construction of the shop has also begun. And Zea's condition is also getting better, although it still has to be routine control every two weeks. Zea's boutique is also advancing. And little Aira has gotten smarter.

"For mba Zea.." say hello to Kia.

"Morning...."

"What store would you like to open?" kepo tanyanya.

"Let's see later....."

As usual, the mothers gathered at Zea's house.

They were also on their phones, what shop would Zea build?. But Zea still did not answer honestly. Because he believes if something is still intended and has not happened it pamali to be spread widely. For fear that there is someone who does not like us and that person mendo'a bad-bad.

"That's his head still hurting, doesn't Ze?" ask Rt ma'am.

"Still mom...."

"Sorry yes mba Ze, yesterday we did not visit the hospital...."

"No papa ma'am, nor can there be many who look..."

"It's the hell...."

"Eh mba Ze, do you have a boutique?"

"Hehe, thank God ma'am." replied Zea.

"Well, do you mean if I shop for clothes in the boutique you can get a discount dong Ze?" the timpal mba Kia.

"It's not papa, who knows if you want to buy a game for arisan, right mom?"

"She.." answered everything.

"Assalamu'alaikum.." said a woman carrying a large jar in both hands while 'carrying' the little boy to her left.

"Wa'alaikumus salam.." everyone answered.

"Let's sit down." - Zea.

The woman also complied. He placed two large jars of his luggage on the porch of Zea's house, then he also dropped his son.

"What kind of sales?" ask Zea.

"This is mba, there are arem-arem, know brontak, know mercon, know meatballs, complete pokonya, snack market also exist.." explained the woman.

"What would you like to buy?" zea asked Aira, who was playing with water mixed with Bimo, his son mba Kia.

Aira's approaching soon. Then he looked at the contents of the jar that had been opened by the owner.

"You are.." pointed at the arem-arem.

"What else, dear?"

"Same of it.." pointed to know telor.

"Have you?"

"Already.." ran back towards Bimo.

"Nobody's mom wants to buy?" ask Zea about the mothers. They just look at it, without choosing.

"No mba...."

"Oh yes already. This is all I bought mba." Zea told the seller.

"Really mba?" ask the woman not to believe.

"He mba, let's count...."

"Massyaallah, thank you mba. May Allah repay the good....."

"Amen. Tomorrow I'm through here again...."

"InshaAllah mba.." while giving all the food.

The transaction activity has ended. The traveling food vendor had also left Zea's house.

"Ze, you don't know who that is?" ask mba Kia.

Zea shook her head.

"She is former*e*a*u* mba. Therefore we no one wants to buy his trade." explained Bu Rt.

Zea shook her head slowly. Zea never thought of the neighbors.

"Why is it that the mba is ex*e*a*u*?"

"Well, how do you explain it...."

"Hemm, we should be supporting that mba to be better, not to excommunicate it. God loves his people who have sinned and confessed and confessed, and then repented. Compared to the scholars who do not feel wrong and feel he is the most right....."

All the mothers were silent in their place.

"Already, please eat.." open the plastic containing friedngan that was bought.

With enthusiasm, the mothers plucked one by one the fried food until there was one left. Zea could only smile, looking at the manner of the mothers.

Though no one was interested in buying, uh their gratisan turn until scrambling to get it.

Zea brought a crackle filled with arem-arem and grilled rice into the house. The plan will be given to the handyman who is building his totok, later.

"Mommy, Ai wants to eat her acorns." said Aira when she just returned from the inside.

"She, wash your hands clean...."

"Ready mom..."

"Let's wash your hands too." - Zea.

In spirit, Bimo leaves his toy and catches up with Aira to wash his hands.