The Marriage of Haram II
#08
Milna opened her eyes slowly when there was an unceasing coughing sound coming from the kitchen. Along with that, the sound of the dawn prayer rang out. After reading the wake-up prayer, he lifted his body slowly. He paused his intention to go to the bathroom when Siti Nur's cough came back. He rushed to the kitchen. He saw Siti Nur sitting in the kitchen chair, in front of the cake she made, holding her chest. Milna approached and stomped both of his shoulders.
"Mom, I'll rest there. Let Milna continue making the cake" Milna said. Siti Nur turned her head weakly and held Milna's hand with one of her hands.
"Have there. You pray first. Just stay a minute, okay,"
"Yes, Milna knows, Mom. But as far as Milna knows, if a cough like this should not be close to smoke. Later the mother's cough gets worse," said Milna. Siti Nur smiled. His face looked pale and weak. He patted Milna's hand that was still stuck on his shoulder.
"Come, you pray there first. When it's finished, you immediately replace the mother," said Siti Nur. Milna. He smiled, nodding his head. After that he turned his body and stepped towards the bathroom.
The sun is seen coming out of its quarrel in the eastern horizon. His yellowish light freely spread to illuminate nature. The wind that blew a bit hard made the clouds forced to march away from the sky of the village.
After she finished helping her mother finish the customer order serabi cake, Milna immediately rushed to take a shower. It's eight in the morning. Today he had to hurry to the home of one of his teaching professors to ask for the verification of the thesis title he had submitted. In fact, he really wants to help Siti Nur to deliver cakes ordered by her customers. There are five places that Siti Nur will go to today. The distance is not close together either. Although he was happy with the traditional cake business that his mother pursued was increasingly famous since the online promotion, but with his current condition that looks very unhealthy, he said, he began to think hard to find a way so that Siti Nur no longer bother to deliver her own cake orders to customers.
But with his current state of ability, coupled with his busy work completing his script, he had not been able to think of any other means as an alternative. He was starting to feel uncomfortable with it. When his mother desperately tried to work in such a sick condition, he still asked him for money for his purposes in college. He had tried to hide from Siti Nur related to the cost of his graduation later. He wanted Siti Nur not to think too much about it. He will try to find the cost himself, somehow. What is clear, he no longer wants to trouble Siti Nur. But somehow, from where he knew, suddenly Siti Nur revealed the cost of her graduation later, when a few days ago she told him to stop working. It made him go awry and sinful to let his mother still be burdened with her tuition fees.
Indeed, there are many jobs out there. But most ask him to open the niqab he wears as a requirement. Some of his friends also advised him to give in to opening his veil. They say, if he stays that way, it is hard to find a workplace that will accept him. Even if you have to make your own business, it requires your own capital.
"Mom, can't the cake be delivered a bit bad. Let Milna drive him. Mom just rest at home. Most Milna came home at 11" Milna said as she dried her hair with a towel out of the bathroom. Siti Nur smiled.
"Can't do it, son. I need to hurry her. Already, you concentrate on your script. The place is very close," said Siti Nur while continuing to move the cakes into a plastic container next to her. Milna. The towel in his hand was hanging by him in the hanging place near the bathroom door.
"Near how mom meant. Those five places, they're almost three kilos, ma'am. Moreover, the mother is in pain like this," said Milna as she stepped closer to Siti Nur. He then sat down next to Siti Nur and helped her move the cake.
After all the cakes were finished, Milna immediately went inside her room. After changing his clothes, he immediately took out his motorcycle and heated the machine for a moment. He then approached Siti Nur who was tying her merchandise in her motorcycle seat.
"Mom, Milna go first. If you are tired, you look for a place to rest first" Milna said after experiencing Siti Nur. Siti Nur smiled.
"You're also careful on the road. When it's done, go straight home" said Siti Nur, kissing Milna's cheek. Milna smile. He then stepped down from the porch of the house. After saying hello, he immediately took off his motorcycle.
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"Astaghfirullah." Milna slowed down her motorcycle and pointed it to the side of the road. He began to check his bag. He nodded when he saw his watch. It's 9 o'clock. Along the way, he felt like he was leaving something behind. Sure enough, his phone wasn't in his bag. He remembered the last time he put his phone on his bed while changing his clothes. Want to not want him to come back. There is a lot of data that he keeps on his phone. Siti Nur usually always contacts him when he comes home from delivering his order. He was afraid that Siti Nur was worried when her call was not raised.
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Milna frowned when she saw a black sedan parked in front of the gate of her house. He even had to park his motorcycle behind the car because the sedan was parked in the middle of the driveway.
Milna grew curious as she looked at the gate half-open. Is Siti Nur still at home and the owner of the car is her guest? Inner Milna. He peeked softly from behind the gate. He squinted his eyes when he saw a middle-aged man was seen sitting relaxed while smoking his cigarette on the porch of the house. He seems to know the man. If it's not wrong, it's Mr. Darmanta, the rich businessman in the village. But what is the business of Mr. Darmanta alone in his house? Unseen motorcycle owned by Siti Nur. He was sure, Siti Nur was not at home and was delivering a cake ordered by her customers.
Feeling that he had been peeping for too long and was about to make it too late to his campus, Milna decided to show himself and go inside.
As soon as he saw Milna, Mr. Darmanta got up. Her smile bloomed cheerfully when she saw Milna smiling despite still showing her curiosity.
"It's so happy to see my future wife. How happy would I be if you would open your veil and show your pretty face" said Mr. Darmanta as he approached. Milna who intends to greet Mr. Darmanta undo his intentions. He was confused why suddenly Mr. Darmanta said like that. Was Mr Darmanta just kidding? the batteries.
"Mother's out, sir. Maybe we'll be home by noon" Milna said. Mr. Darmanta smiled. He threw his body back on the chair.
"I didn't come here to see your mother. I'm here specifically to see my future wife" said Mr. Darmanta.
"Sorry, Sir. Don't joke" said Milna. He began to look annoyed to see Mr. Darmanta who was like in his own home. Moreover, he continued to repeat words that confused him. Mr. Darmanta smiled. He threw cigarette smoke in his mouth.
"I'm not kidding, honey. Didn't your mother-in-law ever tell you about our marriage after you graduated?" said mr. Darmanta. Milna's eyes were back on the line. Mr. Darmanta threw away his lit cigarette butts in front of his feet and turned them off with the tip of his shoe. He then got up and approached Milna. Milna lowered her face as Mr. Darmanta unceasingly smiled at her while continuing to stare at her face. A smile that makes him sick. The smile of an old man who was like being overpowered by his lust.
"Don't fuck around, Mr. Darmanta." Milna spontaneously fended off Mr. Darmanta's hand when Mr. Darmanta was about to open his veil. He took a few steps back with his sharp gaze. Mr. Darmanta kept smiling. He continued to advance following Milna's retreat.
Seeing Mr. Darmanta continue to approach, Milna turned to look back. He immediately grabbed a broom that was leaning against the wall of the house and directed it to Mr. Darmanta. Mr. Darmanta raised his hand.
"Patience, dear. Patience. Ok, ok, I'm backing down" said Mr. Darmanta. He took a few steps back while moving both hands to ask Milna to calm down.
"Enough! Don't call me that again. I'm sick of it" cried Milna.
"That's the truth, Milna. Ask your mother yourself. What's going on between me and you" said Mr. Darmanta. Milna scrunched her forehead. He looked at Mr. Darmanta's face. His breath looks up and down.
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