Abraham and Asyila 2

Dyah Talks With Handkerchief Owners

Dyah throws her phone over the bed with a lump. He just got a message from his employer that tomorrow morning all the office staff must come in and no one is allowed permission or reason not to enter.

Of course it makes Dyah very excited because the return to Bandung must advance one day and can not be contested.

“Kak Dyah let's play!” take Ashraf who suddenly entered the room without asking permission first to Dyah.

The upset Dyah tried to remain calm in front of his sister.

“Don't now ya Ashraf! Kak Dyah currently no longer want to play,” reject Dyah with a soft tone as possible so that Ashraf is not disappointed.

Arsyad followed and did not forget to knock on the door first. Dyah also allowed Arsyad to enter and told Arsyad that he did not want to play and wanted to rest in the room.

Arsyad who understood finally invited Ashraf to play alone without being accompanied by Dyah.

Asyila and Abraham were spending their time together in the vineyard of the grandmother's house.

From a distance, they saw Arsyad and Ashraf playing ball alone without being accompanied by Dyah.

Out of curiosity, Abraham and Ashila decided to approach their two young sons who were playing ball.

“Arsyad and Ashraf why play alone?” ask Abraham.

“Iya Nak's. Where's your brother?” ask Asyila.

“Kak Dyah again rest, Mother,” replied Arsyad.

“Rest? It's 4 o'clock not usually Dyah sleeps in the afternoon,” said Asyila and asked the husband to keep accompanying their two young sons.

Asyila went inside the house to see if Dyah was okay or not.

“Tok...Tok...”

“Who?” ask Dyah from inside the room.

“It Aunty!” exciting Asyila.

“After Aunty!” Dyah quickly got out of bed and opened the door for her Aunty, “What's up, Aunty?” asked Dyah while taking Ashila to sit on the bed.

“Not usually you stay in the room and do not accompany your sisters to play. Are you sick?” ask Asyila while touching Dyah's forehead, “Not hot or cold,” Asyila added when touching Dyah's forehead.

Dyah let out a heavy sigh and showed a short message from her superior.

“So, tomorrow you have to go to work,” said Asyila after reading the contents of a short message from Dyah's superior.

“It's too sudden for Dyah, Aunty. Inevitably Dyah must immediately go home to Bandung,” said Dyah who sounded very helpless.

“However you should be responsible with your work, Dyah. What if you don't come in tomorrow? Surely others think you are not a responsible person and cannot be trusted, of course, the ones who lose you are not them. Let's get excited and show that a Dyah can be responsible and trustworthy!”

Dyah's spirit in an instant flared up after hearing what Ashila said. Asyila is indeed talented in making someone become a spirit again and again.

“Thank you my beautiful Aunty worldwide!”

“Because tomorrow morning has started working face to face, means later tonight you leave for Bandung?”

“Iya, Aunty,” Reply Dyah.

“Yes already then, Aunty will help you prepare the items that must be brought. What do your mom and dad want to bring? Let Aunty find it in the nearest market.”

“No need, Aunty. Dyah does not want to trouble Aunty,” Dyah replied.

“Introve? Of course not. After all, consider this a gift because you are willing to accompany Arsyad and Ashraf!”

“If Aunty says so, it means Dyah is not sincere dong.”

“You have his mind too far to go. Anyway Aunty will help you prepare needs and will buy souvenirs for people home,” Asyila explained and could not be denied by Dyah.

“Thank you, Aunty!”

A few moments later.

Asyila had finished helping Dyah prepare all his needs to return to Bandung. Then, Ashila went out of the room to take the husband shopping.

“Mas, please accompany Asyila to the nearest supermarket yes!” pinta Asyila while hugging her husband's arm.

“What is Asyila buying?” abraham asked curiously and gave a wet kiss on his little wife's forehead.

Asyila also told her why to go shopping. That is, to buy souvenirs to Dyah's parents.

“So tonight Dyah will return to Bandung. Yes already, wait let alone let's go!” exclaim Abraham.

“Thank you, my husband,” said Asyila.

Abraham and Ashila rushed into the car. Not to forget they left Arsyad and Ashraf to Arumi who was busy watering ornamental plants.

“We go first Mom, Assalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam!” exciting Arumi.

Eko starts gasping and drives his young master to a nearby convenience store.

Asyila looks very enthusiastic when taking souvenirs typical of the capital city of Jakarta.

“Is there anything else?” ask Abraham.

“It looks like this is enough, come on Mas!” take Asyila to the cashier.

Abraham paid for his little wife's groceries and it turned out that when they came out the sky was getting dark.

“It looks like Mas has to pray at the nearest mosque,”, said Abraham as he glanced at his watch.

Eko carried two medium-sized plastic bags and put them in the car.

“Now where are we, Young Master?” ask Eko.

“We search nearest Mosque!” Abraham's Commandments.

“Any Young Master!” exclaim Abraham.

At the same time, Dyah was waiting for the man who owned the handkerchief. Dyah hopes Fahmi passes by so he can return the handkerchief to its owner.

Oh my God, that's the guy!

I should how? Come on, why are you suddenly so nervous.

Dyah is confused about having to stop Fahmi's steps or let Fahmi pass him by.

When Fahmi passed right in front of him, Dyah stopped him immediately.

“Handkerchief owner!” call Dyah and Fahmi stops his steps immediately. Then, look towards the girl who called out to him.

“Mbak call me?” ask Fahmi.

Dyah immediately gave a handkerchief that he had previously washed. With trembling hands, Dyah gave it and Fahmi did not receive the handkerchief at all.

“Why silence?” ask Dyah by trying to look calm.

“I was in a hurry to go to the Mosque,” replied Fahmi because he had been ablution before and he was worried about accidentally coming into contact with the girl in front of him so he had to go back to take water ablution.

Dyah realized the meaning of Fahmi. Not wanting to make Fahmi misunderstand, Dyah also let Fahmi to continue his journey to the mosque.

Fahmi also sauntered away to immediately perform Maghrib prayer congregation in the mosque.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

A few minutes later.

Dyah had finished performing Maghrib prayers and quickly ran out of the house to give a handkerchief to the owner. Dyah hopes Fahmi has not passed so he has no dependents anymore.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

Again Dyah felt his heartbeat beating faster. From a distance he noticed a man walking towards him.

“Why is it still here?” ask Fahmi.

“I'm waiting for you,” Dyah replied with her passionate heartbeat.

“What's because of the handkerchief?” ask Fahmi.

“Iya, right. Bo-can I call you Brother?” asked Dyah nervously.

Fahmi who at that time looked calm and flat immediately smiled at Dyah's question.

“If not, I will call you Mr Fahmi, how?” tanya Dyah seemed to be bidding on something.

Fahmi couldn't hold back his laughter, he laughed but didn't show his teeth.

“What age are you?” ask Fahmi to Dyah.

“24 years and a few months later I stepped on 25 years,” replied Dyah honestly.

“Then just call me Brother Fahmi,” reply Fahmi.

“Me-is how old is Kak Fahmi?” ask Dyah curiously.

“29 years and less than a few months away I am 30 years old,” replied Fahmi honestly.

Dyah was wide open knowing the age of the man in front of him. Honestly, Dyah did not think that the man before her would soon be 30 years old.

“Why his face is so cute,” said Dyah softly and faintly heard by Fahmi's ears.

Dyah suddenly realized the reason for stopping Fahmi. He also took out a handkerchief that was given by Fahmi a few days ago.

“Oya, Sorry. Thank you for lending this handkerchief,” said Dyah.

Fahmi took the handkerchief and put it in the pocket of the Muslim clothes he was wearing.

“Sama-sama, don't cry again like that day,” Fahmi said.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

Dyah again felt his heartbeat beating uncharacteristically. Just such a speech alone has made Dyah distraught and confused what to say.

“What's your name?” asked Fahmi who stepped back about 5 meters to keep his distance because it was inappropriate for him to be alone with Dyah. However, Fahmi couldn't have just left without saying a word.

“Call me Dyah,” replied Dyah.

“Alright, Dyah. Because you have given this handkerchief to me, I excuse me for having to go home soon, Assalamu'alaikum” said Fahmi.

“Tu-wait!” For the umpteenth time Dyah stopped Fahmi's steps.

“Iya, what's up?” asked Fahmi without looking at Dyah.

“Who Kikan?” Somehow the courage from where, Dyah suddenly asked the issue of embroidery name “Kikan.”

Fahmi did not answer and increasingly made Dyah curious.

“Is Kikan your wife?” ask Dyah again.

Fahmi did not answer, suddenly Abraham's car arrived and made Dyah distraught.

Without a second thought, Dyah rushed into the house and left Fahmi.

From the car Abraham and Ashila saw Dyah standing with a man.

“Who were you with Mas?” ask Asyila curiously.

“Someday Syila will know who that man is,” replied Abraham.

Asyila grew curious about what her husband said.

However, Ashila decided not to ask anymore.

Unwittingly by Ashila, Abraham's lips smiled faintly.

I don't know what Abraham was thinking at the time, only he and God knew.

He went into his room and hurried to clean up. He hopes his Uncle and Aunty don't ask much about him and Fahmi.

One thing still bothered Dyah's mind. Namely, embroidery name “Kikan”

If his Uncle and Aunty have not returned, it is certain that Dyah knows the relationship between Fahmi and Kikan.

Dyah's curiosity grew stronger and Dyah hoped she could meet the man who owned the handkerchief again.

****

Dyah waved his hand to everyone. That night he will return to Bandung and somehow he can spend his time back in the city of Jakarta.

“Goodbye everyone, Assalamu'alaikum!”

“Wa’alaikumsalam!”

Arsyad and Ashraf waved their hands at the car which slowly moved away from the courtyard of the house.

The two cried after their father's car was nowhere to be seen.

“Hiks... Bad sister Dyah,” said Arsyad crying in his father's arms.

“Why Kak Dyah does not invite us,” said Ashraf who is very good at talking.

“Kan, there's still tomorrow dear. Besides Kak Dyah has to work and can not always play with you,” replied Asyila.

“Have not cried, let's accompany grandma watch tv!” invite Arumi so that Arsyad and Ashraf do not drag on in grief because they are left behind by Dyah.

Inside the car, Dyah felt something was left behind.

Nothing seems to be left at home. But I felt something was left behind. 😞

“Smiling dong Mbak,” said Eko when he accidentally saw Dyah grieving.

Dyah immediately hid her sadness and smiled sweetly.

“Then 'right, beautiful,” said Eko.

“Pak Eko this could be,” chirped Dyah.

That night it was Eko who was in charge of delivering the nephew of his young master back home.

And Eko will return to Jakarta two days later. It was on the orders of Abraham who wanted Eko to spend his time with his family.

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