Don't Cry Mother
JMB 44TH. The Hidden

At night all the guests are clean alias already back home. Just Hasna and Yasa. They even changed their clothes. Just run the obligation of 4 rakaat and now they have been sitting relaxed while stretching their legs are quite sore.

Kaluna took Tara to her room. The son looked really tired today. Playing with his cousins left the boy a little out of control. Initially Kuna wanted to ban it, but seeing Tara was very happy to be able to play made Kaluna choose to let the son but still keep an eye.

" Is Tara asleep?"

" I-iya mas already. He went straight to sleep. Looks like he's so tired."

Kaluna who returned to the room was a little surprised to see Yasa who was already inside. The woman was never in the room alone with a man except yes with Yasa 6 years ago.

" Will I take a shower?"

" I took a shower earlier. Take a shower, you haven't had a bath."

Kaluna after the guests came home was busy. He has not yet cleaned himself up. He only cleaned his make up.

Kaluna then went into the bathroom. He filled his bath up with warm water, one by one taking off his clothes. He saw himself for a moment, and now he was married. One thing he really did not expect was that he would get married.

She used to think she wouldn't get married and just wanted to raise Tara. But now everything's changed. His meeting with Yasa made all of Kaluna's life plans change.

Kaluna did a good flash in her life. While enjoying the warm water that soaked his body, he remembered everything that had happened.

" Haha, everything has been written. If Mas Yasa is my soul mate then I ask to continue living with him until death do us part. Even if it's selfish, I want to stay with him until we're in the afterlife."

Kaluna momentarily drowned her face in the water and then ended the long-standing ritual of soaking. The sound of knocking on the bathroom door and the sound of a call calling his name were clear.

" Yes, beware me."

Kaluna immediately rushed to change her clothes and came out. she was not wearing her lick because this was indeed inside the room and oia had just been loud. He himself was surprised when he came out of the bathroom Yasa's face in front of him.

" Astagfirullaah."

" Eh, napa Kal. I'm your husband now. So I'm looking at your hair, aren't I?"

Kaluna nodded, she certainly understood that. Let alone her hair, her entire body was halal for Yasa to see.

" What's wrong?"

" Same father mom wants to say goodbye."

kaluna then snatched the instant veil in the hanger where the hijab was hung. He goes down with Yasa to meet Radi and Hasna. Hasna hugged Kaluna for a moment, congratulated them on their marriage and prayed that the marriage of her son and daughter-in-law would be happy and blessed.

" So I'll go home first, tomorrow before I go back to the farm, come by my mom's house."

" Good ma'am, well, thank you for all your prayers. And thank you for accepting Kaluna and also Tara to be part of the family of father and mother."

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Yasa and Kaluna were in the room. An awkward atmosphere caught up to both of them. Yasa then went up first to the bed and laid down his body. He really felt very tired today. Only my closest friends and relatives came. It feels like facing hundreds of guests.

As for Kaluna, she was still sitting in front of the mirror. He was really confused what to do. Her body was also very tired but to head to her bed, Kaluna felt a little clumsy.

" How should I go?" batin Kaluna while applying skin care on her face.

" Kal, you're not gonna sit at your dresser all night. The glass will break if you continue to be in front of it. Come and let's go to sleep. You must be tired too."

" I-iya mas."

Kaluna took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. He then ventured to stand up and walk towards the bed. He saw that Yasa had closed his eyes. Kaluna smiled and hurriedly climbed onto the bed and into the blanket. Prayer before bed Kaluna recited and the woman was closed. Only a matter of minutes Kaluna was asleep and wading through the dreamland.

Yasa who was still sleeping dazed finally opened his eyes. He deliberately pretended to sleep so that Kaluna would immediately go up to the bed. Yasa knew Kaluna was still very awkward to be close to him.

" Slowly Kal. You'll get your heart slow. Nor will I force you to fulfill your duty. I know this wedding seems rushed. Let's get to know each other first as a married couple."

Yasa kissed the wife's forehead a little longer. He then allowed Kaluna's blanket and returned to lay her body ready to follow Kaluna to dreamland.

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At about 12pm Tara woke up. He checked his email. Some messages about painting orders came in. At least there are about 5 people who ask Tara to make a painting of course according to their wishes but still use the typical Tara style where it is typical of a Raka Pittero.

But Tara's eyes again squinted when Hanson O' Connel sent her a message. The man threatened Tara back.

Actually today he wanted to contact Wild Eagle, but all day he was cool playing with his cousins and ended up forgetting.

" Haish gini if you're cool playing so forget the important things. Tck tck tck, I need to send a request to Wild Eagle immediately."

Tara wrote down what she wanted. He said earlier that his family had been threatened by a stranger whom he had denied. Therefore Tara who uses the name Pittore wants her family to get care. He even sent photos of his entire exit to Wild Eagle.

" Bere's all done. I'm sure that guy wouldn't dare to fuck around."

Tara put the tablet back on the nightstand. At first he wanted to go back to sleep but considering there was still an order that he had to finish making the boy take out the half-finished painting. A painting of the old house when the capital was still named Batavia. In the painting requested there are several indigenous people and Dutch women.

For a moment Tara felt something strange in the middle painting she made. The requested painting is a reflection of a black and white photo sent by the customer via email. But the booker wanted the painting to be made in color.

" I feel like there's something hidden in this painting. But what is it?"

TB