Wife Or Bachelor
Papa, Who is He?

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I rubbed my stomach which felt like it was going to explode. Mama kept her word to return the bakpao cheek. Last afternoon I ate a lot because the side dish was sauteed squid, fried chicken krispi, there continued to be capcay, vegetable soup, and the prima donna of the chili chili chili. I ate it three times. Continuing this afternoon just waking up I was presented by my mom with a large plate of baked brownies and a small bowl of pudding and then a cup of hot chocolate. The best is mama.

And now when the sun was about to switch positions with the moon, I saw a meatball passing by. I was full but wanted to. And yey bought it with mom. As a result, I was full. The bowl of meatballs was on the table next to me. A shadow of chocolate flashed through my mind. Bused, this is what the stomach is leaking the more in the contents the less the contents. I think this effect will come the moon cause my appetite to run. If I think gini continues until next month can be sure not only my cheeks are like bakpao but my body is also like a bakpao steamer.

The sound of the car horn was heard making me immediately run towards the gate and open the lock. Pushing the gate to make room for the car you drive in. Sadly I returned.

The car door opened and immediately greeted the screams. "Father!" I approached papa and kissed his hand first which was returned by papa stroking my head which was still wrapped in hijab.

"When is the nyampe, Nin?" Papa closed the car door, while I was following papa who opened the trunk of the car.

"So early in the morning, Pa." I frowned to see Papa take down a suitcase. Not finished my wonder, a voice appeared.

"Eh, don't do it. Let me just!"

"Papa? She who?" I couldn't help but ask when the figure of a foreign man appeared out of nowhere.

Papa glanced at me and the man who took over the suitcase from his hands alternately.

"He's Aqil, Papa's friend's son," he replied, then closed the trunk of the car.

Then, what is he doing in our house with a suitcase all papa? He dropped out of his house?

"Don't, Aqil boy, we go inside. Nin, help sister Aqil get her suitcase."

I who followed papa was forced to turn around and take over a suitcase that was not too big. You know the needs of men with different girls. "Here brother, let me bring you." In fact, in his heart he wished he had refused. Say cake, 'don't do it, let me do it.'

But expectations don't match reality. Her cute face is priceless in my eyes. Who was given the value of 98 for his face from the 97th rutun.

"Oh, please."

Aqil then walked after the papa waiting for him at the door leaving me with a feeling of arrogance.

Okay Anin, take a breath and exhale. Breathe in and exhale the kagi. Anin Ikhlas. This is if not the babe who asked ogah bawain. And again this small suitcase emnag best friend/sahabati but heavy too. What is it anyway?! What rock a pot bomb. Where to be taken up the stairs again because the location of the house is rather high from the garage of his car. So I have to go up a few stairs first. Who the hell bat house model like this, I'm the hard one.

Astagfirullah.

I should be grateful to have a home compared to those out there who have to sleep on the ground and open the sky.

Sayup-sayup heard the voice of papa and mama who were chatting. By dragging the Aqil opor, uh means the suitcase Aqil I headed towards the source of the sound that my instincts believe is in the living room.

"Nin, you just take the suitcase to your room. The guest room forgot mama clean because, so you are in the guest room. The guest room has no bathroom, let Aqil's sister in your room."

Whatwasthat? Mama said what. How to buzz yes. I had to move the suitcase back upstairs. Keep going, to my room? Seriously is mama?

I saw Aqil's face, it was the initiative of the man to refuse. No aunt, I'm in the guest room. Or no, I can wait to be cleaned. Or no, I cleaned my aunt. But nil! Where I won't be able to refuse my mother's orders. You see from my childhood I was educated hard and obeyed the orders of the parents very mom and papa emphasize on all her children. Just like me and my brother mean, mama only produces two creatures. And after I was born, Mama officially closed the factory. He said two for mama kliyengan. Moreover, the youngest child aka Anindya Nidya Nadya S. who likes to provoke the anger of Madam Patrakomala.

"Yes, Ma."

I dragged my suitcase back like a stray tourist.

"Son Aqil, you follow Anin, yes? You take a break straight away. Let Anin also finish your clothes." Duh mom is so good. Anything Anin. Feels like his wife the kikil. Yes, the gravel is a play on Aqil. I'm the one who took the suitcase, I'm the one who finished it. I take a shower so I can prepare the same cotton shroud.

I glanced back and found Aqil who was following me at exactly two steps away. I automatically stop. "Can't you go up first? I will follow my sister from behind. My room whose door is painted grey."

Aqil's sister who looked at me while thinking, I guess. Then, "OK," he answered. Very short mas. Surely Kak Aqil is stingy, by the way ngirit that.

Now back, it was my turn to follow Brother Aqil. I told you one secret about having a woman on the street. Listen, my dear. If the woman wants to leave the house there must be a mahrom accompanying. Do you know what mahrom is? Yes, who can see and touch us. For us mahromnya women there are mama, papa, sister, brother, uncle from the father and mother, grandfather from the father and mother, fellow Muslim women. But the cousin is not a mahrom yes, so you can not touch and see our aurat women who cover all bodies except face and hands. Well, even though mahrom has its limits too make see our aurat. The legs are limited to the knees. Continue if the hands are limited to the elbow. Then the head that hair can be shown.

If for women who are married, if they leave the house must be with the permission of the husband. And most importantly, for all women who are married or married to close the law according to the Shari'a. Allah SWT says in Surah An-Nur verse 31 which means, 'say to a believing woman : "let them withhold their views, and ***********, and let them not show her jewels, except that (ordinary) be seen to her. And let them put the veil over his breast, and show not his adornment except unto their husbands, or their fathers, or the fathers of their husbands, or their sons, or the sons of their husbands, or the sons of their husbands, or their brothers, or the sons of their brothers, or the sons of their sisters, or the Muslim women, or the slaves they had, or the slaves they had, or a male servant who has no desire (against women) or children who do not yet understand about the woman's aurat. And let them not smite their feet, that they may know the jewels which they conceal. And repent to Allah, O you who believe, that you may be fortunate."'

Then about the clothes that fulfill the Sharia, then I will say yes. Because there is another when the woman outside the house is when walking do not he take a step. If he hears the sound of footsteps, he should stop fearing that those behind him are brothers/against the type. So if that is true, let the brother walk first so that the brother does not see our bending when walking. That's why I asked Aqil to make the way first and fortunately he understood.

"Dad, that room." I saw Aqil's brother was already nyampe in front of my room but doi only he pecked. Maybe read the mantra.

Aqil looked over for a moment. "It's really this one" he repeated.

"Yes my brother." I tried to answer patiently. I am Anin who has the patience of the goddess.

Brother Aqil opened the door and entered the room then this self followed. Fortunately there are no strange items scattered because I just sampe and have not had time to unboxing the default. The bathroom is clean because my toiletries are still safe in the bag. Not shower in the afternoon anyway because, clothes are still clothes that I wear to ride the bike this morning. Bodo is very, besides saving water so do not want to take an afternoon shower.

"Sorry, my brother was a little scrapped on his bed. The bathroom's on the deck of that closet, brother." I pointed at the door near the closet. "For sister's clothes, later tonight yes Anin finishin. I want magrib."

Brother Aqil stared thoroughly at my room which was painted in gray and white. Wonder is the same my room is monotonous or not like other girls' rooms are usually pink, pastel, purple, or whatever. I'm getting bored later if it's paint with pink, so the paint I love uh not me anyway but there are workers in the same paint white and gray.

"I'll take care of it later. But where am I going?"

I walked up to the closet and opened it. Tereng, it's empty! Because all my clothes have been transported to college and now are in my closet which is in the boarding house. And I just bring a few clothes fitting home, because later it will be easy to wear clothes mommy same ask to buy new to papa. Hehe. "Sister taro clothes here alone, the closet is empty really."

"Okay, I'll put it there. Oh yeah, thank you. And sorry for the trouble."

I looked down and smiled a little. Yes, dikit. "Yes, brother, you're the same. Then I go out first, brother. If you are looking for a prayer mat in the closet, or not you can pray to the mosque in front of the alley."

"Dad, I'll just pray in mushola."

Duh ileh, the answer makes me fascinated. It was as if this Aqil Brother understood that the Brotherhood should pray in the mosque.

I picked up the cave bag lying near the bed. Aga is also clumsy because there is Aqil's brother sitting on the mattress. Thankfully, I have not had surgery. "If you'll excuse me, brother," I put my bag that weighs eleven twelve the same suitcase Kak Aqil. Giamna is not heavy, the person I wear it is a bag that is often used by people for backpacking or to make a mountain ride. Yeah, that long backpack.

I closed the door to my room slowly. A sigh of relief came out of my mouth, to be honest I was a bit nervous earlier in the room. It is also crazy not to be allowed akhwat and brother duan because all three are demons.

  Duh, I should have taken off with the mattress but I was forced to give it up with someone else. Yes, I'm looking for a replacement mattress who knows how to last.