Sincerity of Love JONATHAN
207. There are no candidates
"My name is Naya, sir," she replied that she was right. "But .. when have we met? Sorry .. I don't remember."
"At Mr. Joe's wedding with Syifa. If you become an invited guest, then we accidentally meet when you hit me and say lost the sovenir." Ustad Yunus had a strong memory, so it was not wrong if he still remembered the moment.
Naya seemed to frown while thinking. And in the next moment he nodded quickly with enthusiasm. "Oh yeah, I remember. I'm sorry, yes, sir. Because I accidentally hit my father."
"It's okay." Ustad Yunus smiled faintly. "Oh yeah, I was looking for you at the time. But unfortunately because I didn't know, so I didn't manage to find you."
"Why are you looking for me? Oh ... or did you find my sovenir?"
"Yes. The covenant is not lost, Miss. But taken people."
"Taken people?" Naya's forehead instantly flinched. "Who? Who took it, sir?"
"Milk."
Naya looked surprised, she rounded her eyes. "Seriously? It's Brother Fahmi?"
"Seriously, Miss." Ustad Yunus nodded. "I saw it from the CCTV because then Fahmi and Mr. Joe had a case."
"So, what was the reason you were looking for me at the time?"
"So Miss will be a witness, for additional matters between Mr. Joe and Fahmi. And incriminating him in prison."
"Lho, how did it get to all prisons, sir? And what does this have to do .. about Mr Joe and Kak Fahmi with me? I don't know what their problem is."
"Fahmi slandered Mr. Joe, if he locked him in the toilet. Even though after checking on CCTV. It's even there to be found out that he stole something in the bag, miss. And after being investigated .. it turned out to be a marriage covenant" Ustad Yunus explained at length.
"Oh that's it." Naya nodded in understanding. "Keep now ... Fahmi isn't in jail what, sir?"
"Remain so, the case for defamation. Because Mr. Joe has reported it back."
"Good enough." Naya looked satisfied. "Indeed, he goes to jail. Some of them are arrogant too."
"Yes." Yeah." Ustad Yunus nodded, then reached into his pants pocket to retrieve his phone. After that, I reached out to Naya.
"Why, Sir?" Naya looks confused.
"If you may, I'd like to ask for your number. So that we can meet again sometime and I will give you your sovenir. It just so happens that I hold the covenant, miss, it's just at home."
"No, sir." Naya refused it. "That's a long time ago, let the soap be for you."
"I don't want to accept. Because it's not my right, miss," said Ustad Yunus with a headband. "And can't I just keep your number?"
"By, of course you can dong, sir." Naya took the phone. "Who forbids it?" After typing his cell phone number and also mensave, Naya also gave the object again to Ustad Yunus. And the man seemed to accept it with pleasure.
"Thank you, Miss."
"Together, sir."
'I hope Naya is not married. But judging from his face he was still very young, ' Ustad Jonah's inner being with a small smile that looked so sweet on his lips.
"Thank you for the ride, sir," said Naya, who had gotten off Ustad Yunus's car, then reached into her pants pocket and gave her fifty thousand bills.
"Lho, why did Miss give me the money?" Ustad Yunus looked puzzled, but the money in Naya's hands he had yet to take.
"Calculate the gas money, sir. You gave me a ride."
"No need, Miss," Ustad Yunus refused with a sledgehammer. "And I was the one who originally offered a ride, plus the direction of our destination was also the same."
"Eeemm .. Yes if not." Naya pulled back her hand, then put the piece of money into the bag of pants. "Again thanks, yes, sir."
"Yes, you're welcome."
"Mr be careful on the way," said Naya, and the man with the sneer nodded with a smile.
After the pilgrimage, Ustad Yunus returned to his home. A simple house in salty blue.
Beside the house there is a small shop owned by his mother named Siti Maemunah, or commonly called Umi Mae.
The small building was actually a birthday present given by Ustad Yunus. He deliberately made a small shop for the Umi, so that the woman would no longer be a washing worker.
In fact, even though Yunus's salary was mediocre, their eating and other necessities were quite enough. In fact, Ustad Yunus himself has savings to go on Hajj with Uminya. Although the money has not been collected all.
However, sometimes Umi Mae always insistent want to work under the pretext of bete, because at home often left alone.
His work money is also said to be good enough to help their economy. Unfortunately, Ustad Jonah strictly forbade it. He certainly could not bear to see Uminya working.
Enough of him who works the bone, for the sake of their lives. Because the two only lived together after two years left by the Abi.
"Yunus .. Have you come home, son?"
Umi Mae stepped out of the stall while carrying a cup of warm sweet tea.
Actually the tea was made for himself, but seeing his youngest son was already sitting on the porch of the house, so he put it on a table nearby.
"It's a drink first, you must be thirsty, right?" swipe it while rubbing the child's back.
"Thank you, Umi." Ustad Jonah immediately grabbed the cup, then sipped it slowly.
"So then you meet your friends who want to buy a motorcycle? The deal?"
In addition to working as a mosque marbot, Ustad Yunus also has a business selling used motorcycles. And some of his used bikes were in the barn, behind his house.
"Not so, Mi. The man said there was business" replied Ustad Jonah and placed the cup back on the table.
"Oh yes, Umi denger from the Mothers of study .. he said his son neighbor Ustad Hamdan had returned from Arabia, yes, Nus. It's also said that now, huh?"
"Who's neighbor Ustad Hamdan?" The forehead of Ustad Jonah immediately frowned. "Who, Mi?"
"Umi forgot her name. But what Umi knows is she's a widow."
"Oh .. maybe his son Bu Ningsih kali, which Umi meant."
"Yes. That's Bu Ningsih's son." Umi Mae nodded quickly. "But Umi also does not matter kok .. if you are married to a widow, Nus. What matters is good."
"This means Umi told me to marry Zaenab?" Ustad Jonah suddenly became suspicious, with the wetting of the Umi.
"Who is Zaenab?"
"Yes, Bu Ningsih's son's name is Zaenab, Mi."
"Oh .. But no, Umi did not ask you to marry," he said. Actually it is true, it's just that Umi Mae deliberately berkilah so that the child is not offended.
Because all this time, he was most disliked if asked to rush to get married. Especially arranged.
"Keep what?"
"Yes Umi just said doang. Who knows, you already have a candidate, so Umi will approve whatever the status."
"I don't have a candidate yet, Mi." Ustad Yunus shook his head. But instantly a smile rose on her lips, remembering Naya's smile earlier. "But Umi do'ain, hope everything goes well."
"No candidate asked for a doo'ain yet? Just you are this." Umi Mae immediately chuckled, feeling inexhaustible.
...Aminin first time, Umi ðŸ¤...