Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 15: The Guest Group

Thankfully, Nur was finally able to leave the place. Leaving the place that made his heart completely messed up. Like dydholimi. Some are sympathetic, some are not. It's just that who doesn't like it more, makes himself careless to linger there.

"Let's go, I go home first. Assalamu'aikum ..."

"Wa'alaikum hail..."

Some people answered with sincerity.

Yet more are sneering off his disappearance.

Ah stupid, said the boy today. But it was hard to do ....

Yes ... This is the other side of life in the village. Concern with others is very strong. But when it's personal. It takes incredible patience. But I love this hometown so much that I find it hard to leave it alone.

Lucky when he arrived home, the twins had welcomed me with their faces blown away with nagasari dough in their mouths.

"Dik, ask dong ...!" noval seemed to be pleading with her sister, who was still holding a banana leaf of the dough.

"Request there, same umi. The fault itself is spent. Turn's up, mine brother asked."

"Have brother was just a little. You sound a lot." Noval reasoned.

"Yeah ... Older brother. Yes I love you. But a little."

"OK." replied Noval happily.

Novi felt sorry to see his sister's merciful face. He finally gave it his own.

What an interesting sight. The intimacy of a brotherhood, had quarreled a little, then turned back again and the stronger the bond. Make yourself touched. Be moved to dive into the meaning of all this, with what just happened.

Is the same as what I am experiencing right now. Will they be able to accept me, after all this time they've sneered at me, if my father and mother are found?

It is real that whenever there is a whisper that reaches my ear about my wasted self, this self cries and can only be silent.

Luckily I had a family that loved me very much, loved me, protected me from unnecessary ridicule. Until I can live my life this loud.

However, the whispers are delayed, it makes me anxious since childhood until now will marry.May what Shodikin Hajj mother said is true. And that's about my parents. The man I've been coming to all this time.

Every five days, I pray for him. Ask the omnipresent Organizer to have them found immediately. Sometimes it makes me almost desperate. Looking forward to meeting us soon.

This morning was enough to tell, about fret, about anger, about anxiety. All blended beautifully in the steps of living what was written there. Which has been outlined by Him.

Let him walk with the burning heat now. In the end, the light is not always like that. In time, all will be lost.

Which begins with the descent of the twilight shade that greets in a beautiful wait.

Could this be the beginning of the end of the wait?

That afternoon there was a car running slowly entering the yard Mr. Farhan. But I don't know who. It is not Andre's family.

Who is coming. Nur wonders ....

"Assalamu'alaikum wr. wb." hajji sir Shodikin once out of the car.

It turned out that Haji Shodikin and one family he had delivered.

"Wa'alaikum salam wr.wb." replied Mr. Farhan, who was relaxing outside that afternoon.

He came down from the porch of the house welcoming guests who came.

At first he looked at the guests. He was stunned when there was a woman, whose face was almost similar to Nur's.

He had brighter skin than most people here, brownish curly hair, his eyes were black but there was his brownish line and slightly thick eyebrows. Very similar to Nur.

For a moment Mr. Farhan stood looking. Until then Haji Shodikin patted his shoulder slowly. Instantly he woke up. And led them into his house.

"Come, please come in ....!"take Mr. Farhan to all his guests.

The group is not much. It looks like it's a couple. A man who became their driver whose face was also similar to Nur's. And another man dressed officially but casually. Apparently he translated all the conversations between them.

" I'm sorry our house is cramped" said Mr. Farhan.

"Sorry, our house is cramped." translator.

"It's okay. We are happy with all of this." replied a middle-aged man sitting next to Mr. Farhan.

"It's okay. We're happy with all this." translator.

"May I know who you are?"said mr. Farhan.

"May I know, who are you?" translators.

"I Salim, that's my wife Afsun, and that's my son Ahmad."

"I am a Turkish person. I have lived in Indonesia 23 years ago."

"I'm Salim, that's my wife Afsun, and that's my son Ahmad."translator.

"I'm a Turk who lived in Indonesia 23 years ago." translator.

"Sorry, what do you need to come here?"

"Sorry, what do you need here?" translators.

"We want to find our daughter who went missing becauser of the kidnapping syndicate."

"We want to find our missing daughter who was taken away by a child abduction syndicate." translator.

In the midst of their conversation, Nur came out to them, carrying a nap containing warm tea and cakes that he made.

With his face down, he placed it all in front of the people who were there. Until the last cup he placed in front of the woman.

Without him knowing, there was a Noval marble that was missed, when they played. Struck by Nur. Caused him to slip. His head almost hit the table, if only the woman named Afsun did not deny it. Make the veil a little open.

The woman screamed.

"Baby ... "

He was surprised when he saw Nur's face. Ahmad was sitting next to Afsun. Because he also saw Nur's face clearly.

"Sorry madam, Nur was not on purpose."

Nur immediately went inside leaving Afsun, who was looking at him in shock .

Before long Afsun shouted, like she was about to beat her heartbeat which was racing very fast.

"Daddy. That's our daughter Naura. I am sure..."

"I'm sure too. She is my younger sister."

"Calm down, dear. Daddy will ask first to make things clear."

Hearing the small commotion that occurred in the living room, made Bu Farhan come out leaving Nadya and Nur who were still preparing dishes for the proposal.

"Oh sorry, apparently there are guests" said Bu Farhan as he pulled a chair to sit on