The Marriage of Haram II
#06

The sound of thunder rang out on the sidelines of the pouring rain. Milna who was sitting leaning back enjoying a cup of tea served Pipit looked unsettled. Many times he turned to his watch. Almost maghrib. The rain is still pouring. Several times he tried to contact his mother, but his mother's cell phone could not be reached.

Seeing the look of anxiety on Milna's face, Pipit poked Milna's hand. The snacks in his hand thrust towards Milna. Milna.

"I don't have that spirit anyway, Milna," said Pipit. Milna smiled a little. He drank his tea.

"Yes, Milna. Nawty. Just played together but not that spirit," greeted Amira while continuing to be cool with the game on her phone. Occasionally one of his hands fingered towards the snack held by Pipit.

Milna smiled and held Amira's shoulder.

"It was almost maghrib. Poor mom at home alone. My mother was also unhealthy. I'm afraid he needs something" Milna replied. Pipit speechless. Back the sound of thunder sounded thunderous. All three closed their ears. Seeing how dark the sky is out there, it is not certain that tonight the rain will really subside. At least until midnight.

"Why not just call first so that the mother is not worried, too" continued Amira. Both thumbs of his hands look agile pressing button by button his phone. Milna.

"It has. But not active. Maybe I forgot my phone," replied Milna. He then crossed his legs and laid his body slowly.

Smiling peeks. He shifted his body and went to lie next to Milna. Seeing his two friends lying down, Amira went to lie down.

"Here, don't worry anymore. I'll ask Nazril to take you with me later" said Pipit. Milna was a little relieved. Milna nodded back. He looked towards Pipit.

"But, I don't feel good about Nazril. I take nicotine" said Milna. Smiling peeks.

"Calcittle the Mil. Nazril's sister is nice, really. Who else would send you this rain if not Nazril" Pipit said. Amira smiles.

"Maybe there's a guy for Pit times," teased Amira. Milna's face pouted.

"Ih, guys from nowhere," said Milna.

"It has. Don't worry anymore. Come on, I just downloaded a good study from one of the ustadz. The title is to build a household," said Pipit. He showed it to Milna.

"Is there a marriage plan after graduation?" said Milna. Smiling peeks.

"Listening to a wedding talk doesn't mean getting married fast, Milna. We heard the talk of Mr. Ustadz, maybe there are men who deserve to be our husbands" Pipit said. Milna smiled and began to notice the impressions on Pipit's phone.

* * * * *

Pipit opened the door to Nazril's room after Nazril's voice told him to come in. Nazril who was still busy noting something on his desk did not turn his head as Pipit stepped slowly towards him. Pipit smiled when he saw a black wallet on the table. Several cards and sheets of banknotes were lined up near the wallet.

"This is my wallet. He said it was gone" said Pipit.

"There was a woman who ran away" Nazril said without turning his head. Pipit raised both of his eyebrows. He smiles.

"Female? girl or widow,"

"Ah, You, Pit. Want a girl or a widow, the important thing is your wallet is back,"

Pipit is closer. His body was stuck to Nazril's body.

"The whole thing, brother,"

"Alhamdulillah. Honest guy. Nor would he accept rewards."

"What do you want here. How his friends were left,"

Pipit wrapped his hands around Nazril's neck.

"Sister, please deliver Pipit dong's friend. Poor thing, his mother's home alone,"

Nazril closed the end of his pen. After checking back the notes he wrote, the book was closed. Pipit let go of both hands and sat down on the edge of the bed. Nazril. A cup of coffee in front of him took it and drank it.

"What's not going to do. It's still raining." Nazril again sipped his coffee while staring at Pipit.

"If Amira is positive. But Milna asked to go home. His mother is sick at home,"

Nazril got up and put the cards scattered on the table back into his wallet. While some sheets of paper money he folded back and stepped towards Pipit. He gave the money to Pipit. Smiling peeks.

"Take it out yourself, will you?"

Nazril put on his face. He glanced at the broom that was leaning near the door. Feeling Nazril was about to hit him, Pipit immediately got up and ran towards the door.

"joking, Brother. Yes, later Pipit temenin," said Pipit while laughing away at the door. Nazril smiled.

"Sister, Milna is beautiful, sister. If only brother saw his face when he opened his veil, Pipit guarantee brother will be lethargic," plead Pipit from behind the door. Nazril pretended not to listen. He walked into the closet and picked up his towel.

"You don't Pipit say hello brother,"

Nazril. He's starting to look upset. Feeling that Pipit was still teasing him, Nazril stepped up to take a broom. Seeing that, Pipit immediately closed the door and ran towards his room.

* * * * *

Siti Nur was still sitting holding her body tightly on the porch of the house. The rain is still pouring. Maybe Milna had called him several times and was worried because his phone could not be reached. He accidentally dropped his phone while repairing a roof that was leaking inside his room. Seeing this heavy rain, Milna would not be able to go home. But he wants to make sure that Milna can't come home tonight, at least she's in a safe place.

Siti Nur held her chest. His chest felt tight again. Always so if he feels anxious and depressed. Especially with this cold weather. But he was not calm in his room. He was afraid of falling asleep and no one opened Milna's gate.

Siti Nur finally gave up. The cold wind forced him to get up and step into the house.

Siti Nur. There was the sound of a car stopping between the rustling sounds of rain as he was just about to open the door. Shortly afterwards, Milna was seen from behind the gate waving her hand towards the car. Siti Nur smiled.

"Alhamdulillah. Who can't tell you, son," Siti Nur said as Milna endured.

"Friends Milna, Mom," replied Milna.

"Friends? Boy or girl" said Siti Nur. Milna smile.

"Cowok, Mum. Her brother's a friend of Milna's. The Pipit. Don't worry, Mom. Pipit's coming, too" said Milna. He held Siti Nur's hand and invited her in.

"Hp the mother of Milna contact is not active," said Milna when he reached the house. His shoulder bag was hanging on the wall. He immediately approached Siti Nur when he saw Siti Nur opening the food cover on the dining table.

"Fall, Son. Damaged," replied Siti Nur.

"It has. Mom just sit down first. Let Milna serve food," said Milna when she saw Siti Nur began busy holding food on the dining table.

"Therefore falls where, ma'am," continued Milna.

"So when I fix the house tile,"

Milna. He stared at Siti Nur. He looks upset.

"How many times did Milna say, Mom. Don't do anything dangerous for your mother. Fortunately, only HP had fallen. Try it on mommy," said Milna.

Siti Nur. He told Milna. He shouldn't have told Milna. Milna most dislikes watching him do the heavy work.

"It leaked, son."

Milna. He was still staring at Siti Nur.

"yes, Mom. But I can tell people. That's not mom's job. It was high, ma'am" said Milna in a half-angry tone.

Siti Nur nodded. He grabbed a plate that already contained rice in front of him. Milna put some dried fish into Siti Nur's plate.

"Yes, I won't do it again" Siti Nur said in a soft voice. He began to eat his food.

The rain still sounds heavy. Milna chose to lie down near her mother who curled coldly in her blanket, after praying isya'. He looked down at his mother's tired face. Occasionally a dry cough is heard that interferes with sleep soundly.

Milna gave a long sigh. He was too tired to wait for his college days to end. He wants the burden on his mother's shoulders to be reduced and more focused on helping her work. His decision to wear a veil had indeed made his steps so narrow. Opportunities to work outside. He must think of a job that is not bound to the rules.

The night is getting late. The sleepiness that was afflicting him began to take him slowly towards his dream realm.