ALINEA LOVE

Mikael Tyaga (B.1)

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"Is it hard to lead tahlil?" ask Aga.

The deg!

Kanaya was surprised and looked at Aga.

"Can I still attend your Abu's lecture?" ask Aga again.

Kanaya could not help but smile on her lips, she nodded her head. "Nay tell Abi, Mas."

And for the first time, the man named Mikail Tyaga reviewed the smile on his lips. Knot, not too wide but enough to give warmth on his cold face.

"I am very lay with my religion, Nay," Aga said.

"We can all learn, Mommy."

Again silent, his simple smile was gone from his lips. His face was resolute again with an indecipherable look typical of his.

"I have to go in, Mas ...." Kanaya's thumb pointed at her house.

Aga nodded, "I'm saying goodbye first, Nay," she said later.

"Thank you for driving me home, Mom," said the girl in a gentle manner.

"Let me know if Abi you're going to do a study, Nay."

Kanaya nodded, "inshaAllah I'm telling you, Mas."

"Good night, Nay."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas Aga."

Aga's steps came to a halt, he looked at the woman in front of him, "Assalamu'alaikum, Nay."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Mas Aga. Be careful on the road," Kanaya replied, she lowered her gaze.

Aga returned to his car and drove away from Kanaya's house.

After learning of the man's departure, Kanaya enters the simple house she has lived in since she was born on this earth.

The distance from the turnstile to the door of the living room is not ten steps, "Assalamu'alaikum," he said when opening the door of his house that was not locked.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Nay ...." Ustadz Mahmudi closed the book he read when his daughter approached and kissed his hand, "who was the same? How come Abi didn't hear you get on the bike, son?"

"Ooh ... who's the man when's the day he came here?" ask Ustadz Mahmudi.

"Yes, Bi ...." Kanaya sat on a chair separate from Abinya.

"Ummi thought you weren't a match, she knew you were meeting again ..," Ustadzah Mutia came to bring her husband a cup of coffee. "Diminum, Bi," he said after putting the coffee on the table.

"Thank you, Ummi." Ustadz Mahmudi smiled at his wife.

Ustadzah mutia sat next to her daughter, "he's a good man, son."

He almost choked on his own saliva hearing his ummobi phrase, "Ummi ...,"

"Unfortunately, her religion is lacking, Bi." Ustadzah Mutia looked at her husband.

"Can learn if you want, Ummi," replied ustadz Mahmudi after sipping coffee.

"Mas Aga also said that he wanted to attend Abi's teaching event" Kanaya said.

"Oh yeah? Has he changed his mind?" Ustadz Mahmudi looks enthusiastic.

Kanaya nodded, "yes, Abi."

"Why did it suddenly change, Nay?" ask Ustadzah Mutia.

"Perhaps, God has just sent his guidance today, Ummi," replied Ustadz Mahmudi.

"Nay go to the room first, Abi, Ummi." Kanaya stand.

"Yes, Son ...,"

Kanaya went inside her room.

"Did you like Aga?" Ustadzah Mutia asked with a slight whisper to her husband.

"Like .. he's helped our daughter a few times, he's a good man."

"Abi's trying to match her up to our daughter?"

"No, Ummi. Let Nay choose it ... Abi did not want to make him disappointed again after his sermon plan with Kahfi failed."

Ustadzah Mutia stared at her daughter's tightly closed door.

Though his parents were talking in whispers, . However, Kanaya could still hear him quite clearly. He sat on his desk chair. His face was lethargic opening a small box containing a ring.

Yes, the ring given by Kahfi when the man preached Kanaya. However, after passing through the process of tug-of-war given by Kahfi, the sermon did not end in a sacred bond.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim ...,"

Kanaya closed the box and put it back in its original place. He did not want to reopen the painful memories one by one.

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