
Aida was cleaning the yard, which seemed to be filled with weeds that had begun to rise. Not all, because there are some soils that cannot be grown grass. A little tired, but Aida had to do it. Waiting for Abi or Umminya who will clean up feels impossible. Let alone waiting for a younger sister, even that was more impossible.
His sister was four years below him. Moreover, the girl was preoccupied with studying. Soon the girl will take the exam until about three months. Occupy the third grade, making the girl no longer as free as before. His days are filled with learning, learning and learning. Sometimes he's tired too. However, to get a scholarship to college with his own sweat is something that is very happy for him. Although their parents are able to educate themselves, but if the results of their own struggle, it feels much more different.
Tiredness made Aida stop her work. Sit down and take the water he brought out using a bottle of drink. Sipping three gulps to relieve fatigue and thirst. Wiping the sweat that flooded his face, especially the nose and upper lip.
Feeling his tiredness has reduced Aida returned to continue his work which is only a quarter more. Tying the front of her hijab that looked like it was face to the back of her head, to make it easier for the girl to work. Not no short hijab, just that the girl is more comfortable wearing a hijab whose size has passed the size of XL.
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The dining table was filled by Abi, Ummi and his sister. They were scooping their own dishes. Aida was still waiting for them to be ready first. Aida does not like if alternating, which there will feel long. Moreover, what he wanted was being taken with the others.
In about 25 minutes, they were in the living room except for his sister who had permission to go to the room to study. Because the girl tomorrow, will be holding a simulation one.
"Aida," Hasan's voice made Aida turn towards the abi.
"Yes Bi, what's wrong?" Aida turns her head to a man, her first love.
"May Abi say something, honey?" Hasan stared at the beautiful face of his daughter. The daughter will no longer be hers, for she will give the princess to another man who will be a husband.
"By Bi. What does Abi want to say? Seems very serious?" Aida stared fixedly at the face of the abi. The face of a man who is no longer young because of age.
As for Aisyah, always a mother can only be silent. Listening to everything that the two children and the father will talk about. If necessary, he will make his voice. Right now, only her husband and her eldest daughter have the right to speak. There was no involvement to speak.
"Abi wants you to marry Husein, son" Hasan has not continued his words. See how the princess reacts when she discusses the issue of marriage.
Aida looked surprised by what Abinya said. Never thought by Aida, if Abinya would discuss it. Because all this time Abinya just kept quiet without ever discussing the issue of marriage.
Will Abinya marry him to a son of a Ustad. Or even the son of a Kiyai, who certainly understands religion. There will be no woman who does not dream of a husband who understands religion. Understand what the Messenger has taught his people. Which will lead him to God's land at the same time.
"Husein's son Abi's adopted brother, dear," Hasan immediately told him who Hussein was. He looked back at the princess, as he briefly stared at the television that deliberately reduced the volume.
Aida tried to remember who Husein was. How do you know when she was a child she was friends or if she did not meet the person who has the name Husein. However, pieces of old memory, did not make Aida remember who the name is.
"Have I ever met him, Bi?" Aida looked at the face of the abi who was now also looking at her.
Hasan shook his head. "No Honey. Even during this time stepbrother abi lived far away from us. If he misses, they will definitely come here like last year. Without bringing their son, because of the busyness that may not be left behind," Hasan explained to his eldest daughter.
"Where's stepbrother Abi staying?" Aida looked to be frowning. Curiosity makes the girl a little kepo. Although Aida knows if the abi has a half-sister. However, Aida never knew where they lived, even Aida did not know if they had a child. Aida doesn't really want to know about her Abinya family. If the abi tells a story, he will listen. Otherwise, Aida would not have asked.
"They live abroad, dear, but if you marry their son, they will look here and develop the company that is here. While the companies that exist abroad they will leave it to subordinates that they can trust," explained Hasan carefully. He knew very well that his daughter would not be tempted by abundant treasure. Even if it can be honest, Hasan's family is also not less rich than the Husein family. But the life Aida lived was so simple it did not reveal how rich her parents were. Even his sister also followed in his footsteps that his two simple parents taught him.
Because the Umminya once said. "A lot of whatever treasure we have there will be no use if the death has come. Even to take a speck of oxygen that is always given free by the Brush can no longer. Then what to boast of with abundant treasure. Which in fact there is a much-hyseab that he fears later" More or less those are the words said by Umminya, when Aida was 18 years old while her sister was 14 years old.
Aida nodded with her Abinya explanation. "Did she fall into the criteria of a future husband that I said before, Bi?" Aida recalled that in the past, when she was 17san, the girl had said how the criteria for a prospective husband who would become her husband later when she was an adult.
Suddenly Hasan's face turned gloomy. Seeing that reaction, Aida thought nothing. What is the prospective husband that Abinya said was not in accordance with his wishes. Or not even at all.
"There's not the slightest criterion of you on that kid, honey. It could even be said that he did not know the teachings of religion. If you know, maybe just a little. He's already done will enjoy the world, even to the point of forgetting the afterlife the most real place." Hasan stared at the princess's pias-looking face at her words. He knew his daughter would be disappointed with what he said. It is very clear from the look on his daughter's face that has changed.
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