Among Thousand Journeys

Laya

But yes, but I really pray,

well, he's not my soul mate. We say greetings, and Ibrohim sir comes out, welcoming, his man of high stature is big and dashing, his age may be 50 years, does not look old, also the mother of Aminah, the wife of Mr. Ibrohim comes out to welcome, his person is beautiful, his mother is not, hooded in two layers, I thought, ah if his mother is as beautiful as it is let alone her child.

Then we are welcome to sit down.

“Wah there is this wind, kok kang Fadhol dolan

we have been here for a long time, when we were family

want to meet.” said pak Ibrohim by voice

heavy.

“First, yes usually want silaturrahmi, and

second. This, ngajak his son pak Mustofa main.

come here.” said Mr. Fadhol without much base

stale.

“The son of Mustofa Tuban you mean kang?”

“La yes, which Mus sir?”

“This...” hand sir Ibrohim pointed at me.

“Iya sir...” I said rather groggy.

“Weh is already this big.?” said Mr. Ibrohim,

whether it's for a stale base or something, I don't know.

I was also asked the same Mr. Ibrohim, like the police intrograting criminals, none

missed question, as if I were right

so his son-in-law, until Aminah's mother came out

with a maid bringing food and drink,

“This is lo bu, his son sir Mus..” said sir Ibrohim

aimed at his wife.

“Weh could be a coincidence.

tau?” said Aminah ma'am.

“Ya already to bu...” said Mr. Ibrahim.

“La if you have, what are you waiting for? Mbok the old on into let the young get acquainted.”

Add Aminah ma'am, make me more clumsy.

“Laya..!, Come here..” bu Aminah calling.

From the inside sounded authentic, and out came the tall, black-veiled girl with floral motifs, her clothes ping also with floral motifs, on her wrists decorated with black and white lace.

“Ayo-ayo the old one in, let's pack Fadhol, please,

nak Iyan, here aja yes, Laya there nak Iyan accompanied by chat.” said Aminah ma'am.

His full name is Ulfa Nurul Layali.

The girl was sitting in my front seat, the fragrant soft fragrance oil immediately broke through my nose, I glanced at her face apparently she was also glancing at me, the eyes clear as dew, the eyebrows thick, the cheeks reddish, and the eyes, a small nose, red lips with thin lipstick, a pointy chin.

He sat down, I saw his hands white, drooping on his lap, fingers snapping at each other, ah I was too far away, of course I was so black, for many days walking in the hot sun,,

Had a bath also time at home Mr. Fadhol, of course my face is oily, like a frying pan and

frying. Ah, he doesn't want to

with me too Alkhamdulillah what must be

worryingly.

I don't want to look good either

in her face. Care very, very deeply, my mind, pumping

selfconfidence. We were silent for a long time too,

like a radio waiting to be turned on.

“Kok silent aja?” I said to open the conversation, if you wait for each other, long lips can

tingling, though,

“You are also silent.” he said reply. Wow kayak throwing mistakes at each other.

“You know, why by your mother's father we

meet like gini?” ask again.

“Ya know, have already been told by mom's dad.”

the answer.

“Means you agree, with this matchmaking?”

why am I the Police.

“I follow dad mom,”

“Well is that not blind? You are

just knew me, after all you must not love

to me, will it not regret for a lifetime.”

“Just the father of the mother judged well, then I will judge well, I just try to obey, is heaven on the soles of the mother's feet, if the Prophet has said so, why should doubt?”

“Wah you know more deeply, if I am a fool, you school higher…

and..”

“What do you really want with me?”

I suddenly felt him strike back at me.

“Ndak know.” I replied with a blank look to his brow-wrinkled face.

“Ndak know how? I'm less beautiful

you reckon? You don't love, love can

This will all be mine, I'm just an only child.” he said as if requiring me to want.

“You are beautiful, even too beautiful for me, to make me afraid, my rough hands will hurt you if they touch you, you are sinter, even too sintered for me, and even too petty, so if I'm near you, I think this feeling is like following a smart race meticulously.

Rich? Well that's no doubt, if I marry you, like picking a dead apple on a tree.”

“What are you waiting for.., about love later can be built together..please help me obey my mother's father.”.

“Let me think first Ul..” I said,

“What? What do you call me?” tanyakanya.

“Iya I call Ul, your name is Ulfa right?”

“The cook is called Ul, there is no mess at all, like a snuggle bent aja chair

his voice,” he was swinging his lips tapered,

like a pencil out of the bolt.

“Yes I must call what?” I'm so keki because it's not unusual to be spoiled for women.

“Ya call Laya kek.”

“Wah kok effect you are old, if you use cake all.”

“Iiih I mean Laya aja.” he said gemes, and

cheeks reddened.

“Wah if Laya, kok kayak a child

expect kite break.”

“Udah deh you call whatever is up to you. You like it if I snatch.” he said mbesengut.

“But the prettier kok.” I said tease,

I mean, to make him hate me more, but

I immediately saw her face Sumringah.

“Means you want to?” tanyakanya.

“You what?” i said bego.

“Ah did not understand, right we were

cincin.”

“Which one? About me calling you grandpa?”

“Iiih, yes already..!” He fiddled and then moved

from the chair and run inside.

My heart cheers, I get you to work. In my heart I whispered in prayer, O God forgive me,

You know I don't mean that.

Before long Mr. Fadhol came out accompanied by Mr. Ibrohim and his wife.

“Have a talk, and the introduction?” ask sir

Fadhol.

“Don't take the heart of Ian, if Laya's fussy,

understand the only child, so spoiled.” said the wife of Mr Ibrohim.

A moment later we came home. On the road with a piggyback, Mr. Fadhol asked,

“Where to ngger, beautiful right?”

“Iya sir, beautiful.” I said.

“Means it already fits dong?”

“Ndak know sir.”

“Ndak know how?”

“Suitable will not be able to be assessed at a glance pack.”

“Yes father ngerti.”

After praying and rhyming, I immediately went to sleep, not wanting Ulfa to be a burden on my mind,

didn't even want him in my dreams,

until morning came, the sound of the Adhan woke me up, I immediately took ablution and rushed off to the mosque with Mr. Fadhol.

After the dawn prayer I wirid a long time, until Mr. Fadhol left me. When the sun is about to appear, I just returned to Mr. Fadhol's place.

Up in front of Mr. Fadhol's house I see

mio's motor in front of the house. There must be guests.

I stepped to the door and how surprised I was, Ulfa again sat on the chair accompanied by Mr. Fadhol's wife.

“It's early in the morning have been playing here son Ian, for sure

last night Laya couldn't sleep.” said the wife sir

Fadhols, fadhols,

“Sana accompanied, mom not into first.”

“Kok early in the morning already maen?” ask me while

sitting on a wooden chair, so that the kriet sounded

because of my body's burden.

“He-eh, please invite you maen.” he said.

“Main where?” my many.

“Yes where we are, so that each of us

know each other.”

“So have permission with your mother's father?”

“Already.”