Nun: Just Missing
Thank goodness It Favors

"Assalamu'alaikum Rin, this is you asking to go home right now. How's it?" Dhika calls Arina for her opinion.

"Oh my goodness, what's up? how sudden?"

"Or himself, the real nature of the father came out again. I don't know what he wants this time."

"It's been a night. It can't be sudden like this." Arina puts emphasis in her tone.

"There you try to persuade Rin. when the control of his treatment is only two days away. I just called the doctor, it's still out of town."

"Yes, where's the father? I want to talk." said Arina trying to handle her hard-hearted father.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir, what is it? why ask to go home now? it's late sir" said Arina trying to talk to her real father.

"Father misses the water in my own house, son, wants to sleep in my own room."

"Oh Allah, sir, yes Rina knows. Tomorrow, Arina pick me up. If tonight surely Kiki mas won't allow it either."

You are silent for a moment. Until finally...

"Yes, rapopo.I hold it." your voice sounded resigned.

"Mother isn't on medication either, sir? what about mom? Poor mother dong sir." said Arina again trying to give consideration.

"Will be back next week, or you can also take care of the treatment there, right Rin?"

"Ok, fine if you want that. Tomorrow Arina to Dhika mas house yes sir."

***

"Thank God to get home safely" said the mother.

" O Lord Miss Lastri, how are you? Healthy Mom? You're healed?" Mrs Sastro ran from her home to see their arrival, who had just stepped down from an online taxi.

"Alhamdulillah" replied the father briefly.

"There's already spraying mosquitoes ma'am?" Ask Mom Sastro.

"Ooh. jogging. It's Ma yesterday afternoon." Ms. Sastro replied while holding her hand.

"No, nothing. There's no fogging." Shouted Aunt Erna from inside the house.

Aunt Erna, her sister's mother. He waited for his father and mother during their stay at Dhika's house.

"There was a jeng, yesterday afternoon. Maybe it wasn't home. Wong I see the door locked."

"I'm nowhere inside." Aunt Erna nagging.

"Why didn't you come out yesterday. Wong the smoke gets to the back garden." Ms. Sastro said rather fiercely.

"Ooh yeah I forgot. Maybe when I go to Uncle Amir's house maybe." He said with a shy smile.

Bu Sastro's face was wry to see the behavior of Aunt Erna.

"It's wrong again. Heh, you're ashamed of that."

Mom Sastro's eyes grinned with dislike.

"Yes yes ma'am, maybe my father and mother need a break. Hope you get well soon sir, Yuuk Arina. Mariii...."

"Yes ma'am, thank you so much ma'am" said Arina, father and mother almost simultaneously.

Aunt Erna pulled into the kitchen. Make a drink and take care of the banana you brought.

"The banana kok rotten a lot mba. Weight-matter only, bring this."

"It's not rotten de'. it's a sign that it's ripe."

"The king's banana is delicious indeed so aunty. The skin has changed color." Arina responded.

'This is aunt bawel. Try a little Aunty eat, must be addicted.' said Arina in the heart.

"Try me to taste de'. Sweet no?" Ask mother.

Aunt Erna's hand quickly picked up the knife and cut off one fruit from the mother to eat.

'Hhhmmmm... Nyela now asks.' Inner Arina in the heart.

"Naah, like food is Auntie. That pleasure will never be long and much.'

"meaning?"

"Just try the banana chew for five hours non-stop. Not delicious? Or aunty at once orange juice is directly one bucket. What tastes?

"So Aunt can't bring this banana? Okay, find."

Shhstttt..... Mom gestured to Arina.

Arina chuckles.

"Not so Auntie, just take it. There are also many. Honey, it's redundant."

"So what do you mean, by the way?"

"The world was a pleasure not long, though abundant. So focus on the eternal though little. That's sholeh Aunt's charity."

"Lah Auntie just asked for a comb of her banana."

"Yes please Aunt. Thank goodness it's scrumptious.”

The father who was sitting in the living room immediately entered the room.

"This is a cigarette butt in my room and it's striated green, who's it got?"

Dad's heart was almost dislodged, as soon as he knew there was someone other than Erna staying at his house.

Everyone stared at Aunt Erna.

"Aunty....?"

"Hhhmm. uh... It's nobody. He was Hendro, he came here yesterday but because your father and mother were not there, so he stayed all night. After that he said he wanted to go to his friend's house to find a job." An Auntie looked at Arina a little doubtfully.

"Hendros? Hendro's my cousin's brother?" Ask father not to believe.

"Yes mas, he said that he has not been able to work can not while living here?"

"Awhile, last night she slept in my room? And thou.... Aagghh."

Dad's head was dizzy again, coughing again.

"Sir, sir... Oh, my God, the father. Don't think about it, sir." Mom immediately pushed my dad into bed.

"I don't want them to sleep in this room, ma'am."

"Ssttt. I calm down first."

"Sorry Aunt, was last night Aunt and about Hendro......" Arina stopped her question.

"A little bit..." The aunt brought her two fingers, thumb and index finger closer with a mischievous smile.

"Astaghfirullah, Aunt...."

The love story of aunt Erna and om Hendro was dashed when Pakde Bambang banned their relationship. Pakde is a very respected person in the family. Om Hendro is considered a person who has no responsibility with the family.

"Sabar de' you can still get a better soul mate than Hendro. His ex-wife left him because he was so irresponsible." Mother convinced aunt Erna when she wanted to desperately elope with Hendro.

"Lastri, please tell Erna, don't like the dark so alone with Hendro in the living room. What did the neighbor say?"

"I don't feel good, Erna seems to be drunk with romance. Love is blind." Mother refuses to rebuke Aunt Erna.

"It can't be so, it's wrong to be dealt with firmly."

Pakde Bambang and om Hendro had a great fight. They almost killed each other if not hurt by the father.

Finally, since then, Hendro was never again seen in plain sight, heard the news he was out of town following his friend who was in the gold mining business.

But why is he back here and looking for a job? What the hell's going on?

Life is not always perfect. What happens is not always what we like. But we can always be happy. By being grateful for what is.