Virgin Widow
Eps. 20

If one day you miss home, then come back. Because there is no more comfortable place than in heaven.

From Silungkang to Kumanis is approximately two hours. Zaid moved next to me because there was a passenger just down the road. Leaning and glued to the arm of a man who will guide to His jannah is a marvelous thing of the blessings that have been bestowed upon me.

“Wuih, great spirit.” Zaid caressed my cheek.

“Iya. Kangen Mother's cooking, we can be a long time right in the village?”

Zaid nodded. “For my heavenly angel what the hell is not."

Some mouth murmuring saw our behavior, some were rounded, some were praying good for our family in the future.

Passing the Kumanis SPBU, the car drove to the right intersection. Residential homes have not been together in the city of Padang or Nagari, our neighbors, passing through rubber gardens interspersed with plank and semi-permanent houses.

“Mommy sure is surprised, we go home not to tell.” Zaid stared out the car glass and gave a smile to the residents who were sitting in the stalls spending their afternoons.

Sure enough what Zaid said, Mother looked astonished when a car stopped in front of the gate. Soon her smile broke.

“Abak, Zaid and Hafsah home.”

I ran after Mother who also rushed towards us. The old hand with the wrinkle I kissed the old, the frail body I hugged, may this longing linger in its earthy embrace.

Zaid finished lowering our luggage and headed straight for where Mom and I were standing. The same thing Zaid did, kissing the hand of the woman who had raised his wife with tenderness.

“Which thread, Mom? How do you not look?” Zaid.

“Tadi behind again cockfighting. Well, Abak."

The first man in my life appeared at the door and developed a hand to embrace his favorite son-in-law. They embrace each other in an extraordinary love, that love grows after two humans are united in marriage.

“Absolute?” asked Zaid just after they let go of each other.

“Alhamdulillah."

Mother rushed to the kitchen to make warm tea mixed with ginger and sugar ants by her own work, so that the wind in the stomach out and the body feels comfortable after a long trip.

I could only bow and not be able to give a real statement that I was a virgin. Afraid of getting hurt and disappointed.

Magrib began to creep, the atmosphere in the village was very different from in the city. Crickets are also downstream and homely toads. Abak and Zaid must have come home from the ba’da isya mosque. This is how it is in the corners of the country, although far from the worldly glitter, but the closeness to the Creator feels very thick.

“Asalammualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam,” me and Mom together answer greetings.

Dinner this time was very delicious, some special cuisine Kumanis provided by Mother at the dining table. There are tilapia fish pengek, samba lado jariang, and chicken kalio kampung became the main menu of our arrival.

O Lord, so great is the favor that You have given us. Allow us to be thankful until we return before You.

After dinner, Abak and Zaid sat on the porch, enjoying the moon that began to show its face. I don't know what they discussed, which obviously sometimes sounds serious, sometimes they both laugh. Let them give up longing, and I can rest for a moment while waiting for my halal lover to come to this room.

The door of the room opened, its steps like being held so as not to make a sound. Zaid sat on the bed, slowly pulling the blanket and sleeping beside me, because indeed I was still not clean from monthly guests. Earlier there was a gentle kiss landing on my forehead.

“Good sleep, Honey,” he said slowly.

This morning I was so happy, we will take a tour to the area around Sijunjung. The main destination is Geopark Sijunjung or better known as Nagari Silokek. There is an incredible natural tourist destination from the Creator. We headed there using the Abak dirt bike, because the terrain was very heavy and adrenaline.

“It's ready, Honey?” Zaid is a concern, things as small as a jacket zipper that has not been attached do not escape his attention. Not to mention the helmets and supplies that we had to bring so that I would not starve or thirst on the road, he told Mother and Abak.

“Honey, don't forget the prayer equipment yes. Afraid later prayer time on the road, while we have not found the mosque.”

I'm nodding. “It's ready, Commander,” my candle.

Silokek is one of the potential tourist areas located in Sijunjung Regency, West Sumatra. A natural tourist area located along the kenagarian Muaro, Silokek, and Durian Gadang.

Along this area tourists can enjoy the beauty of nature such as; the atmosphere of the stunning white sand beach, the panoramic beauty of the charming lined rock canyons, cave tours (ngalau), charming orchid gardens, and, rock climbing, white water rafting, Holding Waterfall, hot springs, and cultural tours of Japanese steam locomotives.

Silokek has a very exotic natural beauty and is able to attract the attention of local and foreign tourists.