
The warm morning sun stroked the beautiful face of Sofi who was standing on the balcony of her room, her gaze falling on the clear expanse of the pool on the first floor of the hotel where she had been staying for some time. It looked like two people were swimming there, like they were hotel guests staying over as well, and it looked like they were lovers or maybe newlyweds, because several times Sofi captured a romantic scene between the two who did not hesitate to hug each other and fondle each other.
“Reacted you are here.” Ramzi's voice surprised Sofi's activities a little. “What are you looking at?” standing next to Sofi and also observing the object that became his wife's observation.
“Tadi Kak Ram from where?” Sofi turned her body to face Ramzi.
“Take mobile phone in car. It turned out last night I died there.” Embrace Sofi's shoulder. “You miss swimming?”
Throwing his eyes back on two people who are now joking. The atmosphere of the hotel this morning is not crowded, maybe because the hotel guests are not much so the two people enjoy the pool like their private pool. The man climbed to the edge and grazed a pair of shoe flowers that grew not far at the edge of the pond near the grove of paradise flowers, tucking them on the lady's right earlobe. Both laughed cheerfully.
“Sofia.” Grab Sofi's waist.
The cup!
Smacking a glimpse of the lips of the wife whose face was moody since earlier.
“What if I come back to live with you, your papa will accept me?”
Sofi's question made Ramzi pause for a moment. Indeed they have not talked about this after making up a while ago.
“You he accepts or not, it doesn't matter to me.” Grasping Sofi's hands with a reassuring look.
“But I want to return to your magnificent palace, there are many memories of us.” Cicit Sofi while bowed.
“I will wake a new palace for you, a bigger and grander one.”
Bizarre, ”can we go back there?” still with a bow. “Together with our son someday.”
Immediately embracing Sofi into the arms, it felt rather impossible if the father would be able to accept his wife with open arms and a happy smile. Like knowing the anxiety of the husband, Sofi broke into a hug and demanded an answer with the gaze of her two beautiful ping pong ball eyes.
“Kak Ram .. “ call him.
“Hem, maybe after papa sees his grandson he will change his mind.” Swiping Sofi's mellow face to calm her down. “If not, I'll find another way.”
A smile immediately rose on Sofi's innocent face without makeup. “Thank you.”
“For you what is not?” Reply smile.
“I think God is too kind to send such an amazing man like you, brother. You really conquered me with the greatness of your love.”
“Don't praise me, later I'm GR.” Ramzi's laughter broke, it's been a long time since he's laughed so happily.
While it was the same morning in a different place, Hanson seemed to be waiting for Haji Barkah on the terrace of Pak Haji's house.
“Son, just come in! Why do you wait there, like people want to ask for a donation?” Said Om Jaka who was just nongol from inside the house preparing to go to the matrial store in the city.
“Later to Om, I missed Pak Haji while reading nih.” Showing his reading book.
“Sok iyess lu!” Cibir Om Jaka's. “Daddy is still old, at most half an hour later back jogging. anyways you part of the datengnya.”
“No papa, Om.”
“Beb, lunch is not brought anyway?” Denaya nongol with lunch box for Om Jaka.
“Oh yes, forgot. Sorry, Han.”
There were strange shakes without excuse whenever Hanson saw Denaya. From the first time he met at Bu Een's house, Hanson was already fascinated with Denaya. In addition, recently he regularly visited the house of Pak Haji Barkah to deepen the knowledge of Islam that otomais increasingly meet with Denaya.
“Hanson, have you had breakfast?” Denaya's question dissolved Hanson's fascination.
“Eh, u-udah.” Hanson stuttered a bit.
“Kalo not later breakfast with dad ya.”
“Thanks, Angel.”
“What you said?” Sontak Om Jaka. “Lu call my bini what was it?” Lotot Om Jaka's.
“Emh, oh i-tu, no, I was wrongly called.” Hanson became salting suddenly due to lethargy. He does have a special name for Denaya, even if only in the heart. Angel – I don't know, it might sound better. But in the thought of Hanson Denaya is a perfect Muslim figure, natural beauty, smart and beautiful.
“What do you call angel (read in java) ?” Om Jaka was still staring at Hanson.
“Sorry Om, I – just admire Denaya.” I'm Hanson being honest.
“Try saying a second again?” Om Jaka showed his bogem with an annoyed face.
“Beb, ”! Denaya tried to calm her husband.
“Gue gibeng also you long-time! How dare I like it!”
“Bebeb, ”! Denaya pulled Om Jaka's fist don't slide freely into Hanson's face. “He was just amazed, Beb.”
“Elu again! Seneng lu dikagumin same bule sableng this?” Spray Om Jaka that instantly makes Denaya's guts squeamish.
“B-not that, Beb .. “
“Don't all this time unbeknownst to me you guys keep looking at each other continue to be amazed and long time love each other?”
“Astaghfirullah, Beb.” Kaget Denaya did not expect her husband's accusations so far.
“Om Jaka misunderstood, I just ..”
“Diem lu! By the way I make a real nyonyor your mouth ntar!” Threatening Om Jaka increasingly emotional, he really did not accept his wife ternagam admired by other men in front of him.
“Jaka, Denaya, what is this?” Haji Barkah who came still in his training pants suit asked astonishment.
“This is it, this student father bule sableng has a crush on Denaya!” The growled Om Jaka lowered his fist.
“No, Mr. Haji. It's a misunderstanding.” Hanson clarifies.
Pak Haji Barkah saw the three of them taking turns. “Dena.” Call him to Denaya who is still down with a reddened face because it was snapped Om Jaka.
“Dena don't know anything Well, these two little guys who know-or-no fuss.” Denaya dared to speak because there was her father, her eyes looked at Om Jaka who was still upset and Hanson who felt guilty.
“Everything goes in, we talk inside.” The command of Haji Barkah steps forward towards the living room.
After sipping mineral water from his drinking bottle, Haji Barkah glanced at the three creatures in front of him.
“Now say, what were you guys doing? Why is it like that?” The voice of Haji Barkah was calm.
“I'm wrong, Mr. Haji.” Hanson's fast.
“Good you if I'm wrong!”
“Jaka shut up first. Continue, Hanson.”
Sighs for a moment. “Previous I'm sorry Om Jaka.”
“Nothing yet have you asked for maap lu!”
“Jaka ..” Pak Haji stared intently making Om Jaka silent.
“I have been amazed at Denaya since I first saw her at Bu Endang.”
“Mampus!”
“Jaka!” Mr. Haji had to somewhat raise his tone.
“He ngaku blatantly Yah!”
“We first listen to Hanson's explanation so as not to misunderstand.” Pak Haji gave emphasis.
“Pantesan aja you pingin learn religion with my father-in-law, apparently your mode huh? pingin deketin bini me?” Om Jaka seemed to not care about his father-in-law who had warned him many times.
“Om Jaka wait, I haven't finished talking.”
“You talk what else you?”
“Then can you be quiet or not?” Sentak Haji Barkah's.
Om Jaka obeyed immediately.
“I may be guilty of admiring people's wives, but this honest feeling is purely an awe. I have never met a prayer woman like Denaya.”
“Udah you do not repeat continue to praise my bini, ntar idungnya he develop kayak crackers hit by hot oil.”
Bugh!
One couch cushion right on Om Jaka's face.
“Udah old but mind kayak boy!” Pissed Denaya.
“Lu why am I old? There's a bule you said that! Yesterday you said I was sweet, handsome charming. Ck, now quickly you move bow.”
“Jaka, already! Don't forward.” Haji Barkah ended the dispute. “I draw a conclusion, this is purely a misunderstanding. I'm sure Hanson had no other intent on Denaya.”
“Kok dad even belain him anyway?” Accuse Om Jaka of pointing at Hanson.
“Jaka, he already has a future wife.”
“Tau. The complicated it is, right, the demennya use the same button doang pants less material continue to sit ngangkang?”Ceplos Om Jaka's.
“Bebeb! You pay attention to it that much?” Denaya glared fiercely. “You've seen the complicated one use .. “
“Rumi. My wife-to-be name is Rumi, not complicated.”
“Bodo highly! It's not important to me!” Om Jaka cuek's.
“Jawab first! You've seen him doang hand, Beb?” Denaya was preparing to return with the Sofa cushion in her hand.
“Yes I twice went to Mirza's house to wriggle her clothes like that, Han!” Om Jaka was honest.
The punch of the sofa cushion in a row landed Denaya on the face of Om Jaka.
“Ampun, Han. Forgive me!”
“Your eyes have been stained to see aurat that is not muhrim!” Denaya spray.
“Gue not on purpose, Beb. Really.”
Pak Haji Barkah massaged his temple which suddenly felt dizzy. “Listen this time father spoke last.”
Both of them immediately silently watched, if the father had spoken flat like that must have crossed the threshold of familiarity.
“Jaka, what you experienced against Hanson's future wife is the same as Hanson experienced on Denaya. An inevitable accident, or present itself without planning.”
The three fell silent, examining the sentence after sentence that Mr. Haji said.
“Jaka, did you accidentally come to Mirza's house to meet Hanson's future wife whose mini outfit was?” Ask Mr. Haji later.
“Again, Yah.” Bullied sure.
“So does Hanson.”
“Oath by Allah, I also have no other intention of coming to study with Pak Haji. Everything is pure because I want to learn about Islam, and only because of Allah.” Hanson Papar.
“Bolong lu! Muslims a belom, I swear to bring Allah all!”
“Jaka!”
“But it really isn't Yah? She's not officially Muslim?”
“That's why this morning he came here, we will discuss Hanson's plan to convert Islam soon. Actually, it has been a long time father asked for it, but Hanson is still not satisfied with his understanding of Islam.”
Hanson bowed, embarrassed to say something.
“You want to say something?” Mr. Haji is like knowing the contents of Hanson's heart.
Nodding. “I want to make a confession.”
“Confession?” Mr. Haji, Om Jaka, Denaya almost simultaneously.
“I want to melt down all my faults and sins on everyone I've hurt. Hopefully they will forgive me, so that my steps in Islam are lighter.”
“Subhanallah.”Mr. Haji was amazed. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to meet Sofia, Ramzi, Mirza and also his wife to apologize directly to them.” Lirih Hanson's.
“Alright, tomorrow we will invite them here. Jaka please you contact them.”
“Kok me anyway, Yah?”
“Not very polite anyway? Same as my parents?” Pissed Denaya.
“I mean, he himself can contact them all asking to come here Han?” He looked at his wife for support.
“I don't have their contact numbers all.”
“Alesan by you! I love you, what do you want?”
“Jaka, stop. Please help Hanson.” Mr. Haji begged. “If you ease the affairs of others, then Allah will turn over all your affairs.”
“Heem, yes Yes.” Om Jaka finally wants to.
“Still Om.” Hanson.
“Ngerepotin me aja lu!” Om Om Jaka. “Don't mince you. I'm still confident about your feelings to my bini.”
“Asataghfirullah, Jaka. Why is it still discussed?” Haji sir did not think.
“Abisnya he is a wicked playboy Well, naturally if I still doubt the same recognition. He can't see a cute girl. I think the goat saw is made sure also directly treated with him!” Cerocos Om jaka's.
“Bebeb! Then you call me a goat?” Denaya ruffled waist manatap her husband sharp.
Not wanting to accept the risk of worse, Om jaka chose to immediately take a thousand steps while carrying his lunch box.
“I say goodbye, assalamualaikum!” Seru Om Jaka ran outside the house.
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“Mas, what is Om Jaka from earlier calling?” She brought her husband's cell phone into the room.
“Bless aja, darling.” Mirza was busy putting a few pieces of change into her bag.
“Ngak ah, Mas aja.” Putting a cell phone in front of my husband's face.
“Halo, Om. Assalamualaikum.” Sapa Mirza's.
“Old bener lu, again in dalem well huh?” Om Om Jaka. “Eh, sori. Wa aleikumussalam.” The next one who had just remembered had not answered the greeting.
“Again ready to go to work what is it?”
“Tomorrow afternoon come to my house yes same Via.”
Looking at Via who was sitting next to him. “What the hell is it? Via already bigger stomach is worried about going-away.”
“Lebay you! Weigh to my house doang! There needs to be this important.”
“Very important?”
“Lumayan.”
Via asked by moving his lips without a sound, Mirza shook her head. “Insure God deh.”
“Ok. Don't be late ya.”
“But I still don't know what the show is.”
“Ntar also you know. Eum, let you not go back and forth, notar Via with me all just come home from the store. How?”
“Ya later I ask Via first.”
“Sip. Later say yes. bye!” Om Jaka ended his call.
“What's the matter, Mas?” Via is curious.
“Om Jaka tomorrow afternoon we go to his house. Don't know what event, it's important he said.”
Via only maggut-mangut.
“Oya, do you want to be with Mas what is the same Om Jaka?”
Think briefly. “Let Mas not tired back and forth, mending me with Om Jaka aja deh.”
“Not really papa?”
“He em.”
“Ya already, ntar be careful yes. Tonight Mas did not go home, as usual overnight in the hospital guard mother. We meet tomorrow afternoon at Om Jaka.”'s house
“Iya, Mas.”
“Sorry Mas Yes Darling, often leave you.” Swiping the cheek Via with a sad eye.
“As long as mom is healthy again, I will Mas.”
“You are indeed a super good wife. Just pray, later this week the mother's collarbone surgery will go according to plan.”
“Air this week?” Via enthusiastic.
Mirza. “Doctor Leonard said so. The entire surgical scar on the mother's head has recovered, the mother's nerves have also gradually normalized.”
“Aalhamdulillah's. I want to see mom.”
“God willing if the time is right Darling.”
“Tomorrow after from home Om Jaka, how?”
“We saw nanati yes, dear.”
“Please .. “ install puppy eyes.
“Maybe tomorrow, who knows we go home tonight Honey.”
Grunts disappointed. “Terden Mas deh.” Put on a pouty face.
“Don't frown Darling, Mas later won't go to work. Where's the sweet smile?”
As soon as possible the pulling of both corners of her lips made one somewhat forced smile, Mirza replied to her with a hail of kisses on the forehead, both eyes, nose, both cheeks, lips, lips,chin and last in the belly of the distended Via made Via overwhelmed with the abundance of love and affection of her husband countless.
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