AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTERS 127. DA3A

"Ask what, Mir?" Umma pushed him back. Seeing faces looking down at each other without clarity.

"You guys why the hell?... The buya? Amir?" scabbed again.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The voice of the son santri in front of the living room, was about to pick up the very Yai because there was a study ahead of the dzuhur prayer in the Pondok Putra Hall.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam," the three replied from the dining room where they were currently gathered.

"Ask Umma Mir so you can calm down... Buya went to study first yes a moment, do not go home. wait Buya back," he asked as he rose from his seat which was no longer comfortable since the young man asked about the truth about his biological child.

"Sweep Buya," said Amir slowly as he reached out to grab the desert fingers for him to kiss.

After Hariri Salim's departure, there was a paused silence. Umma with all his bad thoughts about the husband who seemed to hide something against him while Amir worried that this question would hurt the figure of piety and understated for him.

Umma is very Aiswa love and love, as well as herself, the figure of a woman who has a bright shahdu face because the traces of ablution that never dry wet her skin is the place to just let go of longing on her Umminya figure.

Seeing Umma even from a distance since long ago, always makes it calm especially when Ahmad invited himself into the residence of the Yai and introduced him directly to him, Amir seemed to get the intake of energy penghalikan longing for Umminya.

"Mir, what do you want to ask? umma wanted to rest for a while longer." she said with a thin smile decorating her senja face.

Umma finally started talking again after a few minutes of silence.

"Previously sorry if what I said will open Umma's sadness back," Amir was not happy, he lowered his face.

"In God, excessive sadness is not good ... Umma will continue to learn patiently Nak, Amir do not hesitate to Umma, you are like Umma's own son here.." he said gently, softly, remember Ahmad his son who since the death of Aiswa actually avoided all pesantren affairs.

Though no one blamed him, all has passed but it seems that Ahmad was the worst, no matter what kind of regret that gnawed the soul of the child.

"Bismillah .. This is about Aiswa, Umma .. does when bathing him, umma see something different?" amir asked along with his face which saw the figure of a woman in front of him.

"What does Amir mean? what is different? ... Umma hesitated but inwardly always convinced himself that it was Aiswa," he recalls.

"Where is Umma? wound or how? ... honestly I actually want to ask, did Umma notice the mark under Aiswa's nostrils? hmmm .. there's one little mole point in there, it's faint but it's her trademark, and she looks cute because of it," Amir remembers clearly when he fell asleep in Brio's car when he was in Semarang. He noticed the structure of ayu's face that was sleeping in front of him at that time.

Hearing Amir's words, Umma's smile expands.

"You are the details of Mir, until the bath of Umma's child is so, sin loh," she laughed crisply.

"Eh, astaghfirullah .. I'm sorry Umma, it wasn't on purpose .. she was very close to me, it was like seeing a king's daughter that was hard to reach but she came to me instead," he held the shame because it was found that he could not dampen the appetite to look at those who were not mahrams.

Looking at the handsome young widower in front of him who was shy, Umma just laughed loosely, a long laugh he did not appear other than to Aiswa because he was so entertained by the attitude of Amir that afternoon.

Amir who was rewarded with a crisp laugh Umma more and more heartless. He rubbed his non-itchy temples hoping to reduce his embarrassment.

"Gini Mir, umma is suspicious of the scar on her temple as well as the shape of Aiswa's eyebrows ga so, plus more ... Umma don't see there's a mole like you mentioned earlier ... Umma thought it was because of the old medical device attached to his face" Umma recalled.

"So it's true.." lirih Amir almost inaudible.

"What's right? you don't make umma curious, son," Umma looked at her with a probing gaze.

"The student seems to be alive, Umma .. I bring some evidence to support my conclusion."

Amir thrust back the brown map before him to Umma.

Umma grabbed him, his facial expression in disbelief.

"Mir, are you free?"

Umma actually cried in front of Amir makes the man confused how to calm him.

"She's my daughter? still alive? ... Can you bring back my Aiswa, Mir?" umma is sobbing.

"Umma, sorry...."

"Umma, sorry.." persuaded him again did not want him to dissolve in sadness.

Umma nodded her head slowly although her cries occasionally still sounded. He said back.

"Umma understands, it can not be this .. The promise of Umma and Buya is to give freedom to Aiswa, if he is still alive, Umma is not entitled to him anymore ... if it wasn't Aiswa who came back on her own accord."

Umma held back his sentence, as if a sense of tightness felt in every word he said.

"Umma, I would like to ask permission, if this is certain .. Can I find him, look for him?"

"Where's Nak?"

"London, I think," he added again with a worried face to see Umma.

"You're not mahram, you're not good," umma disagrees even if she wants something similar. He was just trying to keep his two daughters' sons is not one step back. And not to provoke the wrath of Allah, for they are the masters of knowledge.

"So, do I have to marry her here first Umma?"

"Well, how's Buya and Abahmu?"

"I will wait for Buya if so," he said again trying to be patient.

"Rest in the guest room Nak, you must be tired .. later Umma knock on the door if Buya has come yes."

"Beik .. fadhol Umma, shukron."

Umma called the khidmah who was in his residence to take Amir to the guest room.

Amir rose up from the dining room following the woman who brought him to the front room. He opened the door slowly and entered it.

Feeling the need for support, Amir calls Abah hoping for the best solution.

"Assalamu'alaikum Bah, I want to tell you, Abah is busy?"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, just tell Mir, uyutmu also horrified...."

Amir recounts the cause of his anxiety and his current existence in the guru's residence.

"Make sure first Mas, if that's true Aiswa ... Yai you won't lie if it's all clear ... Also, ask Aiswa if she's willing to marry you?"

"That's it, that's us...."

"Not necessarily Aiswa want to be with you who are widower, Mas," Abah chuckled at the end there, the sound of Danarhadi was no less exciting to laugh at him.

"Ck, he's that too, ah that's it .. I just have to convince him Bah," he switched the conversation again.

"Yes Mas .. also do not forget, permission of your in-laws, apologize if there is something wrong during being their daughter-in-law also expressed your intention to shift the position of Aruni with Aiswa later ... yes, this time do it carefully ... Abah and Uyut support you as long as it suits adab," said Abah softly so that Amir is firm and not off track.

"Maaasss, yaa spirit, go, if Abahmu is fussy .. There are still uyut who will help you loh." Danarhadi's excited voice made his heart condense.

Thank you, you always understand me.

Geck. Geck.

"Mir, Buya came home .. dzuhur jama'ah first then you spoke in the reading room yes."

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