Abraham and Asyila 2

Meet Salsa Again

For three days Ashraf had been staying at the residence of Ema's parents. Those three days, Ashraf never cried let alone fuss.

Perhaps, because there are friends who are the same age as him, so Ashraf does not really remember about his mother.

“Ashraf, Kahfi! Don't play water. Let's turn off the water and help Mama choose fresh fruit to make fruit salad!” bring Ema.

Ashraf quickly turned off the water faucet

Previously lit. Then, holding Kahfi's hand in order to come with her inside.

“Come water again!” invite Kahfi who still wants to play water, even though the bottom half of the body is wet because playing water.

“Do not, later Mama angry,” reply Ashraf.

Ema smiled broadly at Ashraf's very wise reply.

“Kahfi want Mama angry?” asked Ema while shaking her waist with a serious look.

Kahfi immediately lowered his head in fear to see the face of his mother who was very scary according to him.

Ema was so bad to see her baby scared.

“Sorry, dear. Mama didn't mean to scare Kahfi. Let's hug Mama!” pinta Ema while stretching her arms wide.

Kahfi raised her head and smiled broadly towards Ema. Then, hugged her Mama's body very tightly.

Seeing the familiarity of the Mother and child before him, Ashraf felt very envious. He also wanted to get a warm hug from his mother.

However, the woman who a few days ago carried him was not his mother.

Ashraf found out from Ema who told him not to get close to a woman named Salsa.

“Ashraf, why shut up?

Here hug Mama!” pinta Ema to the baby of her best friend, Ashila.

Ashraf smiled happily and joined Ema who was like her own mother.

“Wah-wah, this why on like Teletubbies?” ask Icha.

“Mami here, hug us!” ema's Pinta.

Icha laughed while shaking her head. Then, he knelt down the request of his only daughter.

“Ashraf! Kahfi!” call Yogi.

The two gasped and ran towards the source of the voice calling out the names of the two of them.

“Dad!” exclaim they saw Yogi who just returned from the minimarket.

“Dad's kids again on what?” ask Yogi curiously.

“You make fruit salad with Mama,” replied Kahfi.

“Dad not invited?” yogi asked with a sad expression.

Kahfi laughed as well as Ashraf when he saw Yogi's ugly face.

“Events you. Sad dad even laughed, hyss... Hiks ..” said Yogi and now pretends to cry.

Not feeling sorry or guilty. The two even laughed loosely and made Yogi's sad acting fail instantly.

“Abang take what?” asked Ema who suddenly appeared with a fruit knife in her hand.

“Eeitttsss... What is it?” yogi asked while pointing towards the knife held by Ema.

“Hehe... It was in a hurry to the front, until it forgot to put back the knife,” replied Ema while hiding her knife behind her back.

“Come wait, let alone. Let's make fruit salad!” yogi exclaimed with the hands of two adorable little boys.

Icha and Wati peeked at them from a distance. The two middle-aged women looked so happy to see the small family of Yogi and Ema getting along so well.

“Masya Allah, it feels like this heart is cool to see them like that,” praise Wati.

Otherside.

Abraham Mahesa's Residence.

After performing Dhuha prayers in his room, Abraham decided to train his martial skills along with the five bodyguards.

Abraham wanted to know, to what extent the martial skills of the bodyguards were.

“All of you, come fight me!” abraham's orders that at that time hit the knee-length shorts and black short shirts.

Indeed, whoever saw Abraham in such a state, it was certain that they would fall in love with the husband of Asyila.

“Why keep quiet? Come fight me and try not to lose to me!” pinta Abraham's.

Pak Udin and Eko were so enthusiastic to see them fighting for strength.

“Did I not see wrong? Young Master Abraham fought with all five of his bodyguards?” ask Mr. Udin.

“Pak Udin take it easy, Young Master Abraham is a man who is not easy to beat. Let's see, less than 10 minutes the fifth bodyguard will definitely lose,” said Eko with full confidence. Although, it was not him who was fighting.

“Hopefully so,” reply Mr. Udin.

Hearing the unconvincing reply from Mr. Udin, made Eko's face annoyed and gave a sharp look at the gatekeeper.

“If until Young Master Abraham wins, Mr. Udin will have to treat me for an entire week in place of Bu Min!”

Without thinking long, Mr. Udin agreed to the challenge of Eko without thinking first.

And just now Mr. Udin asserted, Abraham had managed to paralyze the five bodyguards.

“Yes, Young Master Abraham wins!” eko shouted triumphantly.

“Yes God, what day is it exactly? Why today apes once,” said Pak Udin bobbing heads.

Abraham sighed and asked his fifth to get up.

“You should practice more, in the future I do not want to see you who are easily defeated like this,” said Abraham.

“Excuse us, Mr. Abraham,” they said.

Abraham nodded and went back into the house.

When he had just stepped into the living room, Abraham had received applause from his two in-laws.

“Is that really you, son Abraham?” asked Herwan with a look of admiration.

Abraham smiled faintly without acknowledging the question from his father-in-law.

“Dad, Mother. Excuse me, somehow Abraham felt suddenly uncomfortable,” said Abraham and continued his steps towards the room.

Afternoon.

Abraham and Herwan had just come out of the mosque after performing ashar prayers at the mosque.

As the two were walking home, a woman passed them with a smile.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” greet the woman.

“Wa’alalaikumsalam,” reply Abraham and also Herwan.

Abraham and Herwan did not stop looking at the woman before them who was very similar to Asyila.

Not because they both liked the woman, but because her face made Abraham and Herwan like they were looking at Asyila.

“There's something wrong with my face?” salsa asked who was trying to get along with the man before her.

Abraham suddenly regained his senses and immediately turned to the other direction.

“If you may know, Nak Salsa live where?” ask Herwan curiously.

“It just so happens that I'm a new person in the area here, sir. I live alone because my parents have died in an accident and left me alone,” Salsa explained by holding back her tears.

Herwan became very sorry for what had happened to Salsa.

“Then, Nak Salsa works where?” ask Herwan who is getting curious.

“I work in a photo copy near the hospital, a place where a small child who always calls me as Mother. If you may know, why does the little boy just keep calling me Mother?” ask Salsa.

“Dad, Abraham went home first,” said Abraham and waltzed away leaving the two who were busy talking.

Why did I meet this woman again?

Seeing her face makes me miss Asyila.

Salsa turned to look at Abraham who had just left.

“The man is my son-in-law. The father of the little boy Nak Salsa discussed earlier,” said Herwan introduced Abraham and the status of Abraham.

“Then, how about Mr Abraham's wife?” salsa asked curiously.

“Then it is, actually..”.

Not yet able to continue his words, a man came to approach Herwan.

Salsa also said because he did not want to disturb the two who seemed to want to discuss important things.

“Who is that woman? Why is her face not foreign to me?” ask the man who is the same age as Herwan and one of the mosque worshipers.

“The woman was named Salsa. His face is almost similar to Asyila, so Mr. Aaron said that,” Herwan explained.