The Marriage of Haram II
#02
Milna Salsabila's. The beautiful girl with mature sapodilla skin was still facing her mother who was directing slank water towards ornamental plants in the yard. He was still standing watching his mother from behind the window. He went back and forth to his room. He hesitated to go to college this morning. She is still worried about her mother's health. He feels something is different with his mother lately. Precisely, there is a disease that is now in the suffering of his mother, although in zahirnya, his mother looks so healthy with a dense body filled.
Last night, there was an unceasing sound of coughing from inside his room. He was sure something had happened to his mother.
His mother never complained. Her mother always won the debate by showing her body is still fit and no less sexy with her. Ten years widowed and a single mother, her mother is still fairly beautiful and almost without wrinkles on her face. Sometimes, if the two of them clashed together, many thought they were both brothers. Until now, his mother still chose widows on the grounds of not wanting to see him abandoned. She had repeatedly assured her mother that she accepted that one day her mother would remarry. He wants his mother to enjoy her old age with her second life partner.
"Mom wouldn't get married if your college wasn't done. One more thing, mother will still be the angel of your late father, in the world and the hereafter,"
It was his mother's answer when he told his mother to accept marriage offers from some men who were interested in him. Since then, he has never discussed it in front of his mother. The decision is in the hands of his mother. She just wanted her mother to know, she as a child never prevented her from remarrying.
Milna turned her back when she saw her mother looking at the glass where she was standing. Milna pulled a little of her sleeve and noticed the tiny, circular watch on her left wrist. It's 8 in the morning. His mother wondered why he had not yet left the house.
"Milna," sounded the call. Milna. After tidying up the tip of her hijab, she immediately came out.
"What time is it, son, I haven't left for college yet" Siti said as she watched Milna leave the house. Slank in his hand he hung on a branch of a nearby rambutan tree. He approached Milna. She was seen examining the back of Milna's hijab. A few strands of hair that look on Milna's forehead are neatened.
"Mom, I'll just rest. Then let Milna deliver the cake to the customer," said Milna. He looked at the face of Siti who looked pale. His mother didn't sleep last night because she had to finish my order from a customer. "No, mom's okay. You just go there. You are still healthy and healthier than you. Look," said Siti. He shows both of his arms and poses like a bodybuilder. Milna who tried to hold on seriously, could no longer hold back her laughter. He had to sit down and couldn't hold his laughter anymore. Seeing that Milna's laughter never died down, Siti smiled and immediately raised Milna's body.
"Already, Come on, go there," said Ms. Siti. Milna took out a piece of tissue from inside her bag and rubbed her watery eyes. After kissing her mother's hand, Milna immediately got on her motorcycle and soon passed with a smile of Siti's mom.
* * *
Siti Nur stepped slowly towards the terrace of her house while holding on to the wall of her house. Sometimes it stops. His heart beat faster. Breath gasping.
He tried to hide his condition in front of Milna. He was afraid that Milna would find out and would not let him move again as usual. He had to keep working as he could to pay for Milna's college. Her late husband's retirement money will not be enough if other businesses are not supported.
Several times Milna told her to check on her health, but she was afraid. The doctor will definitely give him the taboos that will hinder his work. Although he felt, the disease he suffered now began to bother him, but he felt it was not time to see a doctor.
After feeling strong again walking, Siti Nur again swung her steps. Today he will deliver his customer's order cake, while looking for the address of the owner of the wallet he found in the middle of the road yesterday.
* * *
"Eh, Ms. Siti, come in, Mom," she said kindly to let Siti Nur enter after opening the gate. Siti Nur smiled. He picked up a plastic box filled with cookies that he tied behind his motorcycle. He then took her into the house. His breath sounded breathless.
"Sorry, the order's a little late, ma'am. I had to take some orders somewhere else" Siti Nur said.
"It's okay, Mom. These cakes will also be delivered tomorrow" said the homeowner. He handed over two hundred thousand notes to Siti Nur.
"Don't drink tea first, ma'am," the homeowner bargained when Siti Nur left.
"No need, Mom. Next time," said Siti Nur. After shaking hands, he turned his body and stepped towards his motorcycle.
"Yes, Mom." Siti Nurung turned on her motorcycle. It was like remembering something. He took out a black wallet from his bag. He then went down and stepped back towards the owner of the house who was about to close the gate.
"I'm looking for this address, ma'am. Maybe I know" said Nur Santi. He showed the identity card to the owner of the house.
"Fonders. Tgh street. Then. Moh's. Noah.
The owner of the house started reading the identity card. He scrunched his forehead. Like trying to remember.
"It looks like it has to pass through the first crossroad near the religious court, ma'am. Then mom turned right. If it's not wrong, Mom." The owner scratched his head.
"Thank you, Mom. God willing, I will look for him later. Well then, come, ma'am," said Siti Nur. The owner of the house smiled, nodding his head. After ringing his motorcycle bell once, the motorcycle on his ride shot through the crowd of the road.
The sun is right over your head. The noise of the vehicle that afternoon coloring the rest of the city residents in the corners of the city park. The voice of Adzan Dhuhur was heard echoing after the tarhim. Some office workers were seen starting to rush and fill the courtyard of the mosque near the town square.
Siti Nur stopped her motorcycle at a roadside stall near a crossroads. The scorching sun, coupled with his beating heart faster, made him have to rest for a moment to recover his strength.