Khadija
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Khadija.
مولاي صل و سلم دائما أبدا
على حبيبك خير الخلق كلهم
مولاي صل و سلم دائما أبدا
على حبيبك خير الخلق كلهم
يا ربي صل عليه، يا ربي صل عليه
يا ربي صل عليه، صلوات الله عليه
البدر كطلعته وجه جميل
والشمس كبسمته ظل ظليل
هو عبد الله سيد الخلق و مصطفاه
وحبيب الله خير مبعوث لوحي الله
(Mawlaya, Maher Zain)
Kha standing on the balcony. Spread both his hands wide. He breathes fresh air as much as possible, so that oxygen levels in the blood make blood flow smooth.
The song Salawat Mawlaya performed by the Lebanese singer opened up a bright day. His body was a little fresher than yesterday. Disappointment related to the release of the hijab from the head does leave the heart. Only that was out of his control, the completion of Kha's repentance prayer became a little calmer. Describe things that he cannot fix.
“Teh...” Dipa called from the end of the stairs. “You've done it right?”
“Alhamdulillah already, Dip.”
“Then I say same security first,”
“Satpam?”
Dina pointed out the window. From the last staircase Kha can see Blue sitting on a wooden bench, Bench which a few days ago accidentally put under the angsana tree.
“Kata Boim from the middle of the mall Blue was sitting there, telling Boim to tell him if Teteh why-why.”
“Boim nginep here too?” ask Kha. Because usually only Dipa, Asti, or Fateh stay in the neighborhood.
Dipa nodded. “Fear of Fainting again.”
Kha. When he came alone here, because he did not want to often bother Om and Tanteya, Kha decided to stay at the shophouse. Then today, his eyes were made to river because of the kindness of those around him who touched. True said Ummi, If we are good, then around will also be good.
“In the pantry there are supplies what, Dip?”
Kha took the initiative to make breakfast for Blue and the officers who had accompanied him to be willing to stay up late. In the kitchen of the shophouse he found only rice, vegetables and kitchen spices.
“Bikin nasi goreng aja, Teh.” bisir Dipa while pointing chicken eggs.
Kha agreed, he began to mix spices to make fried rice ala Ummi. Whether it feels welcome or not, the important thing is that he sincerely makes it.
Kha took a spoon and fed it to Dipa. “Where?” Kha observed Dipa's facial expression. Dipa simply nodded with her eyes glancing up.
“Gimana, Dip. Less what?” ask Kha impatiently.
He held both thumbs up. “Enak. Salty, savory, poignant, sweet Pas.” heard it, Kha took another spoon and ate by herself.
Not bad.... He murmured, but still people's tastes were different.
Blue was a little surprised at his presence. The man stood up and took over the tray from the hand.
“You've healed?”
Kha nodded. But Blue is cringing.
“Thank you for yesterday, I made fried rice I hope you guys like.”
“Like! Fried rice made by Teteh I will spend, if I can a plate I spend,” seloroh Boim while taking a plate of fried rice.
Kha chuckles. Boim is one of his witty employees.
“You make it yourself?” Kha nodded, waiting for Blue's ever-unpredictable flat face reaction.
“Pantes no special label.”
Kha turned her face to hide the pink series on her cheeks.
Blue returns the tray after taking the plate and sits back down with Boim. Kha was still standing, observing Blue as well as Boim who ate with his homemade rice. Glad that his taste wasn't that bad.
“Suk gih, you also eat continue to take the medicine.” Kha left after Blue told him to come in.
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Bluest.
In the past, Oma used to say. Blue is like the late Opa. If Papa tends to be indifferent and bossy, while Blue is more of the same attention as the people around. When Barid was little, Blue would stay awake when his sister was sick, accompanying Mama Dusk to keep the fussy Barid overnight. Similarly, when Barsha was born, Blue was happy to help Dusk take care of Barid so that his younger brother did not pestilence Dusk while busy taking care of Barsha.
Seeing Kha sick, reminded herself of Dusk, the woman who was willing to endure the pain of giving birth to take care of her sisters. He was worried, until his eyes refused to be closed all night. Blue decided to leave the studio. Sitting on the bench with Khadijah's employees.
“Coffee, Im.”
“Wuiih, I know what I need again.” Boim receives a cup of Blue-made coffee.
His eyes glare. See the light from behind the curtains.
“What's the situation, Kha?”
Sipping hot coffee. “Kata Asti sleeps, was able to wake up praying and sleep again.”
Relieved.
Kha has been able to carry out its obligations, meaning that the situation of the woman has changed.
Sitting with people who work in one field does not make them die, he said. There are things to talk about. Until it does not feel the dawn has reverberated. Boim invited him to pray at the mosque which is located not far from the shophouse.
“This is all breakfast, Im.” Boim nodded in agreement.
“If the Blue Bang doyan, usually early in the morning there is a Mataram ketoprak cart through the front of the shophouse. Tasty, Bang.”
“Can be tried.”
Finished with his obligations, Blue and Boim return to the shophouse. Sipping the third cup of coffee again while waiting for the ketoprak seller called Boim. However, before the ketoprak seller passed, Kha first came out with a tray in his hand.
Alhamdulillahot.
Blue relieved to see the face of Kha who returned radiant. Indicates the owner of the body has recovered from the pain.
Seeing Boim eating fried rice made by Kha greedily, making the Blue stomach worm also exclaim. It eats Khadija cuisine, and it tastes good, exactly made by Mama Dusk.
