He's Not The Best
82. Waila Say

Waila Says She's Jutek

 “What does Mas Adi mean? We're just two here?” Winsi repeated her question before getting out of the car. “I don't want to, Mas!”

Nafadi smiled as he got out of his car, then opened the door for Winsi because he did not want to get down from there. The man caught the frozen but adorable face of the woman before him.

“Come! Go down first and enter, this house is indeed big enough if we are just two.”

‘What does that mean, anyway?’ inner Winsi.

He turned his head while furrowing his brows at Nafadi in disbelief, his gaze full of probing. The girl is always on the lookout as if a deer from an attack or a crocodile diamond, a panther, a lion and other hunting animals, as he was about to drink at the only source of water that lay in Africa.

Nafadi laughed again at Winsi's behavior, then said again after stopping his laughter.

“There is Waila at home .. Did your father not say anything about her?” ask Nafadi later.

Winsi shook her head.

“Ya, already ... Come, down!”

Winsi does not know who Waila just mentioned by Nafadi. However, he could conclude that in the big house there was another child and could be his friend. The girl is privileged because she is prejudiced, if the man will use or do something to her.

Winsi finally followed Nafadi walking into the house, after he pulled out a large suitcase brought from the trunk of the car.

Arriving at the door, there was a girl who was the same age as Winsi, welcoming their arrival with a friendly smile. And splashed in the arms of Nafadi.

The boy said, “Dad, why so long!”

“Ah, not for long, it's just your feeling.” Nafadi said while shuffling his son's hair.

Seeing the interaction that occurred between the two people in front of him, Winsi finally understood the intention of the man who picked her up earlier.

The round-faced girl with shoulder-length straight hair and brown skin, looked at Provinsi from head to toe and then, regretted it and introduced herself that the woman was named Waila Arasyi.

After the girl of her age mentioned her name, Winsi smiled kindly and mentioned her own name. He thought that Arkan had never told him anything about this woman.

The boy's name reminds Nadia of one of the small towns in the middle east while Arasyi is the name of the place where Allah is the ruler of all nature, as mentioned in the verse of the chair.

A name is a parent's wish to his child at birth, the function of the name in addition to making it easier for people to know, also for the beauty and worthiness of someone to be called. Therefore, every parent should give a good name to their children.

The name of the gift to the newborn baby is also a prayer, apart from the will of God also because, what was written to the child before has also become God's written will, too, even how his life would be God had to do for him.

Nafadi invited Winsi in and showed her where the room had been prepared beforehand. The girl saw a medium-sized room that was quite good. In it is already available enough beds for her people, a wardrobe she door study table, also a small dressing table. All the equipment is neutral style which is suitable for men and women.

After having a brief conversation with Waila, Winsi brought her bag and suitcase, onto the bed. She opened the empty closet and, intending to arrange her clothes there though, would only stay there for a while.

It turned out that Waila followed Winsi to the guest room, while Nafadi went to his own room.

When his father was not among them Waila said, “So, you were the one who said yesterday that Dad wanted to be my friend?”

Winsi turned to Waila who was sitting on the side of the bed, then, opened her suitcase without answering Waila's words because she did not know what Nafadi was talking to her son.

“If you really want to be a friend, why don't you sleep in my room, anyway?”

On the other hand, Winsi felt that Waila was a very different person to her so that if they were in the same room, they would likely become friends who did not get along.

“If I think it is better we have our own room, deh. So, we're both free, we have privacy, right? I haven't lived here long. Later, if I get my own contract, I'll move!"

“Why? Don't you like living here with me? You don't have to come here if only for a moment, responsibility! I don't like to be played like that.”

Hearing Waila's words, Winsi was surprised because she did not intend to play someone, how to play games while they had just known each other.

Then, it does not matter for the Provinces if their rooms are separate, because, to maintain the privacy of each, let alone those of others who do not have any relationship. So, among them, there is no right to forbid or impose self-will on others.

Not yet Winsi answered the child's question, suddenly heard the sound of a cellphone from the pocket of Waila pants that made his attention switch.

The girl immediately grabbed her phone, rubbed the screen with a big smile then, stuck the flat object in her ear while saying in a voice full of joy.

“Kak Erlan! How are you?” waila said as she left Winsi alone.

Winsy stared at Waila's distant back blankly, frowning as she made sure she didn't hear wrong when Erlan's name was clearly mentioned. In his mind was thinking whether the name was for the same man he had known all along or not.

‘So, what is Erlan's son Dad? What exactly is the relationship between the two of them? They could know each other because Mas Adi is also a friend of Dad, right?’ batin Winsi was full of questions.

Occasionally Winsi still heard Waila's voice chuckle with HP in her ear. While she continued her work of arranging clothes in a closet. After that he went into the bathroom to get some water.

The journey from Soekarno Hatta Airport to Yogyakarta was not during a flight to Amsterdam that took a dozen hours, and this time, it was, Winsi only took less than two hours to arrive at the airport, and now he still has time to do the duha prayer.

While Waila was still busy with her phone while walking back into the room Winsi whose door was open. He wanted to show a friend to the man across the phone.

Winsi came out of the bathroom with a careless veil, of course some of her hair was visible.

As soon as she closed the bathroom door, she was taken aback by Waila who suddenly pointed the phone at her. Especially after seeing who is on the Waila phone screen.

'Astaghfirullah' Inner Winsi.

“Erlan?” asked Winsi as she muttered, her eyes glaring at Waila whom she considered impolite. He thawed, turning his face away, tidying up his veil.

“See, he wants to be my friend now, Brother Erlan!” Pekik Waila still shined the camera on the two of them.

“Stop, I want to pray.” Winsi said as she stepped away from Waila towards the closet wanting to pick up the mukena.

“Kak, he's so jutek, you know him no? Father said he was the son of Arkan! Since when did you have a sister like her?" waila said she still looked at the phone screen and pointed it at Winsi.

Hearing Waila's words, Winsi immediately approached and looked back at the phone screen carefully, frowning.

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