NOT AN ORDINARY SON-IN-LAW
CHAPTER 50. AHEAD OF TOMORROW'S MEETING

"Why Ning Eira?" asked Janu, starting to worry, the murat of the twilight face was increasingly firm showing wrinkles because some of his skin stiffened.

Hasyim Rois looked one by one at the beads of the eyes of the two guests before him. There was a heavy sense of letting go of Madaharsa, not because of his social status as a respected person but the young man was very much looking after himself in front of Eira. Never once did Mada see her daughter for more than three seconds.

In addition to that, Mada was also flexible with large families when invited to attend the pesantren haul. The delivery is also calm, understand upload upload and do not choose interlocutor or presentation. Hasyim Rois had truly fallen for him.

Madaharsa also connect if invited to discuss religious topics. He understood some basic teachings, even Mada did not hesitate to help the students lift goods when the event finished. What amazed Rois was the way Mada blended in and learned things quickly. All this he saw firsthand not on the reports of the service.

"What's up, Yai?" insist Maghala, impatient because Hasyim Rois just silent.

"Eira shuts herself down. He said that he would forget the Madaharsa Plan," said Hasyim Rois, looking down, feeling guilty for the ultimatum given to Eira some time ago.

Maghala and Janu looked at each other, deserved Madaharsa down. The ideal woman since she was young refused to be a companion because of a mistake she did not make.

"Ning Eira is the only woman who is close to her older sister, Yai. Kak Mada has held a heart for Ning since the days of Junior High. If not wrong, the two met during the Scout race as well as English speech to the municipal level. Sister defeated Ning Eira towards the finals at the provincial level. From then on, I knew my brother was starting to find out about him" Maghala revealed Madaharsa's secret.

"If you hear Eira is in the race, you also have to join. So always meet at school events until you graduate High School .. They lost contact because Ning studies to Yemen right? and then I'll see you back when Ning S2 is at the same college as my sister" Ghala said, detailing that she knew the story of Eira and Mada before leaving home, even though she didn't tell him anything.

Hilmi, the only confidant of the Magenta family who Mada asked to accompany at all times. The passage of the story was Maghala summarized, piecing together the story from Hilmi and concluding so. The two loved each other in silence a dozen years ago.

Janu nodded his head, because he drove Mada anywhere when the young man was doing well here and there. However, Eira's figure escaped his attention.

Maghala accidentally saw many photos of Eira in Tsanawiyah uniform, Aliyah belonging to Al Islah, attached to the wall in front of Mada's desk when asked to take the agenda book left behind. Mada also made clippings of articles that reviewed him and Eira as brilliant youths belonging to the city of Semarang.

"Peggih, Den Mada tells the reason for Eira's sermon is because of old love since youth. It's been a dozen years of love, she said." The families present, looked at each other and then looked down.

Hasyim Rois cannot promise anything because it is beyond his power. He and his family will talk to Eira again and hope this bond can continue.

"Later, ana asked walimah directly if Eira was willing. Our daughter is 26 years old, please consider her, Mr. Janu" said Hasyim Rois.

"A'am .. later Alma helped persuade. Eira has only one man in her heart, Madaharsa. He's disappointed but now we know the truth. May Eira melt, she waited a very long time yes give up so, please help prayer yes, Mas Ghala," pinta Almahyra, the cousin who asked Rois to comfort Eira. (uncle call in arabic/)

"It's both pain, connect the mind means," added Nyai Rois opened his voice.

"I'm willing to follow the will of the women. Mada had handed over the trust to his sister last night," Janu concluded.

Talks between the two families ended after Janu discussed other matters relating to his assets. The intention to release the steady worldliness Janu expressed to a pious man in front of him.

Rois's explanation of the inheritance Janu finally understood. They also say good things, bringing a lot of good things to the family.

Arriving at the Magenta residence.

The Maharani immediately invaded his father when they had just arrived. He did not agree to the plan of division of property for brothers and sisters later. This information he got from Hilmi.

"You should've kept us first, not them!" exclaimed Maharani, sitting on the side of the bed with eyes that had begun to glaze over.

Janu only sighed, he had been misdirected since the young Empress. The founder of Magenta pulled his daughter's arm into the room.

His memory goes back to the past. He had just become a new rich man so that the wishes of the youngest child were always granted. Janu grudges poverty and does not want the baby to experience the same thing like him. Everything that was done in the past, turned out to be fatal in the future.

Maharani was crying, she was in a situation. Her heart did not want to hurt but the need to choke her neck since the death of her husband also bankruptcy struck.

"The needs of your son, the father will bear until they marry, yes, Nduk. You are calm, no more grasa grusu. Turn all the assets back on, Rani. It's father's pinta" said Janu staring softly at his only daughter.

Maharani. He declined. "That's mine!" firmly, even though tears often fall down the cheeks.

Janu curses, it's not easy to persuade a stubborn princess like her.

He will have to resort to a slightly rude manner tomorrow if the Empress stays to the original decision. Janu is now only a mangosteen to hear Rani's slurs, he no longer opposes the youngest's words and lets her go.

While elsewhere.

Maghala hugged Asha from behind, she missed the fragrance of her wife. "Learning nulis?" whisik Ghala saw the Hijaiyah letters are getting smooth and good.

Ashadiya nodded. "Where was it, smoothly?" asha asked, not looking because her head was against Ghala's cheek.

"Ehm, may Eira soften and be willing to continue the bond. They will marry immediately" replied Ghala, not letting go.

"If not, how? isn't love long ago, until it drops so, where's the meeting tomorrow anyway right?"

"We just need to ask God to be given a heart that is always pleased with whatever God has set. Allahumma inni as'aluka nafsan bika mutmainnah, tu'minu billiqoik, wa tardhoi bi qodho'ik," Maghala said to kiss the cheek of the idol, then he led Asha's right hand when writing the letter mim.

For some reason, if Ghala said a prayer, Asha's heart was more peaceful. He was very infected with this belief of the man beside him, who always hung hope only on the khalik.

"Honey, the mim must be written hollow in the head because it has meaning. An example in the name of Muhammad, it signifies wahdaniyah, the closing of treatises and prophethood. Mim also has the meaning of majesty .. and if in prayer, mim represents the symbol of prostration, muqorrobin, approaching God. So when we pray, it is recommended to prostrate for longer than to throw all the burden of sin on the shoulders, it also means we are weak, then docked to Your Lord," said Ghala, when asking Asha to relax the fingers when writing Hijaiyah.

"That means?"

"Many, Honey. All Hijaiyah letters have a secret, exegesis of his name. Now, do you know why calligraphy seems to cool the heart if we look at it? so, make many qalbu touched by the asthma of God that you write, Asha."

Ashadiya nodded, his eyes sparkling at Ghala's explanation. Now he stared at the results of the imperfect scratches but became beautiful thanks to Ghala's explanation.

As the two were coolly chatting under the tree behind the house where the little Maghala tree house used to be. A scream distracts Cyra's partner.

"Ghalaaa!"

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...Ghala, you are you 🤭....