AMONG THE 3A

PART 4'S. ALMAHYRA FIRDAUS

After Naya's wedding open house ceremony, her sister-in-law told her everything she wanted to know about the cell phone she found a few days ago.

" Mad, later after the reception in Bogor. I'll come home with Abyan's ka, "he said later.

" Want me help you stay close?. "

" Don't, I don't have any intention yet, just want to return this, "other.

" Condent to Aiswa huh ka?, "Tanya Mahen provoked her sister-in-law's reaction.

" Huh, dih, cheating... Tau from Naya, huh Mas?. "

" Naya was not intentionally the story yesterday when I asked Ka Amir if there was no intention of getting married, but already qualified... Naya says, Aiswa has not graduated from school and again ka Amir is not perfect for his memorization... Just that, "Obviously with a smile looking at her sister-in-law a little awkward when it comes to the name of a girl.

" Yes, Aiswa is still Aliyah's school and again I am insecure because she is the daughter of the owner of Tazkiya's cottage. "

" Stupid ain't going where you are, fighting. "

" Hmm, but I... "

" Said Naya... Love also needs to be fought for, I also said, ka Amir know how we can do this?, " Mahen give spirit.

" I don't know... Aiswa is so high in reach... And this, hopefully later if he calls again, don't misunderstand me, Mas. " Amir looked at the phone in his hand.

" Almahyra means?. "

" Oh yes, his name is Almahyra... "

" Green-loving, fluent in Arabic and single, two years above Naya, she failed to marry last year because her future husband died while studying in Cairo... Go Ahead... He's a good candidate too.. Do not close the possibility of the heart on who will dock, right?. "

" Mum, don't blow me.... "

" Hahaha, ka kanda... I don't follow if it's a matter of the heart, for sure, I'll support it if it's good for everything... Yes ka.. "

Mahen could feel his sister-in-law's heart start to fidget back. He knows, because he was in the same position. Male instinct, when there are two best choices, must be gamang to see which one makes his heart more interested.

The warm chatter between the two men on the front porch of the house lasts until duha time. Amir then said to Mahen to enter his room to perform the duha prayer as well as tidying up his memorization again.

Just as he was about to proceed to the next juz, the woman's cell phone he found was on a nightstand next to his bed, ringing and vibrating.

One name appears on the screen of a phone with a width of 6 inc, Emilia Rizky.

" Hello assalamu'alaikum, " greet Amir slowly.

" Wa'alaikumussalam, sorry who are you with if you may know? I'm the owner of the cell phone you're holding, "Toward, the soft voice of a girl from across the street.

" Sorry... What kind of phone does it have? where is the disappearance?, "asked Amir asking for confirmation.

" Green case, Samsung brand with a hijab girl icon on the back and there are scratches near the headset hole. When the case is opened, there is one sheet of paper that says sholawat, "Right detail.

" Where is Mba?. "

" Stations I think, because when I realized my phone disappeared while on the bus invitation to my city. "

" good... I am Amir, who found his Mba phone. yesterday I was chasing but it does not seem to be heard. "

" Sorry sir, can you send it to my address? her cellphone?. "

" Yesterday the hape died because I didn't have the charger... Ok, but what's the risk? Where's mba? I intersected, "Amir is curious about the figure of the girl with a soft voice, the face of ayu with a hijab toskanya that he saw the other day.

" Semarang... I'll give you a pin point to meet or what?. "

" Today, my sister's wedding reception in Jakarta... Tomorrow I will come with my brother to Semarang, I will take this to his Mba address or meet directly?, "Rayunya with a heartbeat that starts irregular.

" I'll tell you later, sir... Thank you very much, please take care of my phone, "he said with a smile, because the tone of his voice sounded more friendly in Amir's ear.

" In sha Allah.... "

" Hmmmm, my name is Alma... Thanks though. "

Almahyra hung up her phone with Amir. While Emilia who was next to him from earlier saw Alma's unusual body language, "You're clumsy like this, deg-degan, must be male, Al?, "he asked.

" Naah right.haha caught haha, carefully love from the ears down to the heart." jilted Emilia.

Alma only smiled as Emilia continuously teased him. He admitted, there was a sense of thumping when he heard the voice of the man earlier.

" Amir is his name.. Good name, hopefully as good as it looks.... Uh, astaghfirullah astaghfirullah... Forgive me, God... Denouncing your creation. " Alma never thought, just named her heart has been made this way. The thumping feeling that once would be reunited with her future husband, began to bloom again.

Almahyra realized, now she is a mature woman. Although his uncle never brought up the sad events of his failure to get married first. But still, the pity view from around still often haunts every step especially if there are routine activities of the cottage that requires him to meet many people.

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Amir was still looking at the screen of the phone that had died a few minutes ago.

" He really is Alma... Her voice is so soft. " The murmur is soft.

Despite trying her hardest to focus and concentrate, the shadow of the face of Ayu Almahyra filled her closed eyelids.

" Athaghfirullah's... What is this?, "Amir repeatedly repeated and repeated until he finally closed his mushaf and took ablution again.

Keep me away from all the restlessness caused by lust... Yeah Robb. Praying later.

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Tazkiya Putra Hotel, Jakarta.

Today is the day Hasbi started working again in Tazkiya. After her decision to withdraw from her failed matchmaking relationship with Naya, she decides to break for a moment on her Yai, in order for her heart to return to relief.

As usual, this handsome and calm man started his routine of teaching in a morning class. In his heart he was impatient, wanting to immediately pay a visit to his Yai residence in the princess cottage. The goal is clear, just want to see Aiswa for a moment, even if he is lucky to meet.

That girl is still in school, Hasbi knows. Aiswa's sweet smile that she saw only from the photos in whatsapp chat with Ahmad has managed to take her mind off Naya, the girl who has officially become the property of another man.

" Aiswa, I wish you luck this time... May you, too... I'm going to start things off slowly, until that love grows between us, "His murmur is soft as he looks at the picture he has saved.

Finally, the awaited opportunity arrived. His teaching hours ended twenty minutes ago. He is now stepping his feet towards the princess lodging complex which is only a few dozen meters from where he works.

This is where he stood, in front of the front yard of his Yai house.

" Assalamu'alaikum. "

" Wa'alaikumussalaam, Yai is waiting please enter Mas Hasbi, "greet a housekeeper.

" Hasper..... What's up, son, sit down first. "reprove the voice of a middle-aged man.

" Kheir alhamdulillah Yai. "

" Aiswa hasn't come home yet... Or do you want to take a walk first? while looking at the conditions here?. "

" Well Yai?. "

" Yes just walk first, who knows if you can meet Aish there later... "

" Oh, good then... Ana Yai permission. "

" Back here, son, when adzan dzuhur, we worship in the Hall. "

" Na'am, Yai. "

Hasbi then got up from her seat after she shook Yai's hand and kissed him reverently.

He stepped his feet towards the princess's lodge which began by passing through the park in front of a hall.

Aiswa..... Aiswa... Just the name, it made my heart flutter. His inner.

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