Bidadari Special

Chapter 8

One day had passed, Hilya was still inside the 35-square-meter room alone, a room that Satya had deliberately locked from outside.

Hilya looked down worriedly, her face was agitated, there was fear in her heart, when she had to be alone in the room for hours. There was a desire to contact Satya, but he could not do it, because his cellphone had been stored by the man.

"Buck!!"

Suddenly the door opened. Hilya immediately got up and turned towards the door. Expect Satya who comes and expels the fear he is facing.

"Mas Dirga's? Where's husband?" hilya asked expectantly with probing eyes out the door.

"Your husband is busy, he has meetings that he cannot leave behind" Dirga said. "O yes, here I bring food, your husband tells you you have to eat a lot," continued Dirga by handing the food to Hilya.

"This is from my husband?" hilya asked as she received the white plastic bag.

"Yes," Dirga nodded.

He took the food to the kitchen, and then he put it on the table.

"Will Dirga eat too?" hilya asked the man who was still sitting on the sofa of her apartment.

"No, I'm full, you just eat!" the answer.

Hilya also started scooping the food that had just been arranged on the table.

"Hilya? I heard your father was a landlord, and the land is acres in your village?"

Dirga started asking Hilya questions.

"Yes" said Hilya briefly.

"Your husband is a property magnate, why don't you offer your land to be managed by your husband?"

"What do you mean by Dirga?" Hilya started to furrow both of her eyebrows.

"I mean you're investing for the betterment of your husband's business" Dirga said. "Especially your abah land that is close to the coast, if used as a business field, the profits will be worth billions of rupiah."

"Mmm," Hilya smiled. "If it's not wrong there used to be foreigners who want to buy my brother's land to be used as a hotel, restaurant, karaoke house, and somehow to be used as a place of entertainment especially. But I remind you not to sell it, because I want to build an educational institution on that vast abah. And it seems that you agree with my wishes." Hilya explained.

"At this time you are married, and already here, how can you build an education there?"

"mmm... Maybe someday," Hilya replied with a smile.

"In my opinion, it's good that if you invest that land for the development of your husband's business, your father will also definitely agree. What else do I know a wife's job is to support her husband's career? And I'm sure you'll do just that, supporting your husband's business progress."

Dirga tried to shake Hilya's stance with a convincing argument, then stood up from the sofa and said goodbye to leave.

Hilya started thinking about Dirga's words. Her eyes flickered, should she invest the land of her brother for the betterment of her husband's business. Hilya began to wonder in her heart, until later when the adhan magrib stopped her reverie.

Soon Hilya took ablution water and then performed prayers, reciting, reciting the Qur'an, until the adhan isya' approaching. She continued her worship, praying isya', praying sunnah, and then tidying up her appearance to wait for her husband's arrival.

The wall clock in the apartment room had shown ten o'clock at night, but the man Hilya was waiting for had not come, until the clock changed, turned, and continued to spin.

Hilya began to look at the wall clock which is now showing at one in the morning. There was anxiety in Hilya's heart, worry, fear, and disappointment.

But finally the feeling was dismissed with drowsiness that enveloped his eye bags. Hilya was sound asleep on the sofa and drowned in a dream on the eve of her endless waiting.

Not feeling any morning before, there was a sound of dawn adhan coming in from between the air fentilation of the room.

Hilya was awake, her feet were stepping towards the window that led out, the opening of the mosquito net and the window glass, the gazing of the dark morning sky, and the flickering of starlight, and, then he felt the morning air so cool to touch his smooth skin.

"Thank you God still gives me a long life and can feel the air this morning" he said, turning from the spot to the bathroom.

Hilya returned to worship, she performed sunnah prayers, dawn prayers, teaching, and dhikr until sunrise.

Hilya began to rise from her seat. He opened his face, and laid down his Qur'an. After that her feet began to step into the kitchen, she warmed up the food in the refrigerator, thinking that her husband would come for breakfast with her.

After arranging the food on the table, Hilya rushes to clean herself up, trying to dress up as attractive as possible, in the hope that her husband will be happy if he meets her later.

And suddenly.

Hilya, who was in front of the glass, rushed to the sound.

It was seen a man looking at him sharply. At the same time, Hilya's lips smiled.

"Assalamualaikum mas!" greet Hilya as she approached the man and kissed his hand.

"Mmmm..."

The young gray-clothed man simply smiled without returning Hilya's greeting.

"O yes, I brought you breakfast" said the man flatly.

"Mas Satya didn't come to breakfast with me?" hilya asked as the man turned around to leave her.

"mmm... Come on!" he turned to Hilya, and led the girl to the dinner table.

"Will Satya drink tea, coffee, or milk?" ask Hilya kindly.

"No, I drink only water" he replied in a flat voice, unscrewing the bottle of mineral water that was available on his dinner table.

"Hmmm..." Hilya smiled as she pulled out a chair to sit at the dining table.

"Let's eat!" satya said to the woman sitting opposite him, when she saw him just silent in silence.

"Yes" said Hilya, opening a plastic bag containing a food box that Satya had brought. "Which one Satya wants to eat?" ask her then by offering some food that is on the table.

"I've eaten, I'm drinking" said the masculine-looking man.

"Yes," said Hilya softly as she nodded, and began scooping the food in front of her.

On the sidelines of eating food, Hilya began to open talks with Satya. This beautiful girl in a light brown hood always seemed to want to break the atmosphere when she saw her husband's cold and stiff attitude.

"Mas Satya, last night Mas Dirga came here, he brought food," said Hilya.

"Yes, I told you to."

"Thank you, my!"

"Mmm.." replied Satya with a small smile.

"Mas, last night Mas Dirga also gave me advice, so that I would invest the land that is near the beach, for the development of Mas Satya's business."

"Continue?" ask Satya curiously.

Satya seemed very interested to hear the phrase Hilya.

"mmm... I have a dream to build an educational institution on the land, develop it into a pesantren, provide free education for orphans, and underprivileged children who are there. Because I see in my area there far from the educational institution of the mas," Hilya explained. "Maybe Satya's interested in building a business in another land, I can say Abah to invest it?" hilya asked then with a smile.

"I don't want to. I just want the land that's near that beach."

"Why?"

"Because my business fits in that place."

"But I want to build an educational institution there."

"Why?"

"Because many foreigners want to own the land, and it will be used as a place of night entertainment" said Hilya. " And I'm not willing," he added with a sweet smile towards Satya.

"If there is built an entertainment place, then there will be many tourists who come, it can add income to your area. Cool right? You built your area to be more advanced."

"If by built entertainment venues, adab and culture will be polluted for what? It could be a catastrophe for the future of the nation" Hilya replied. "It is different if I build an educational institution there, there will be many people who come to study, there will be many foreigners who will go there to study, too, if the school has grown," he continued.

"Hmm!!!" Satya started to waste her breath. "Okey me to the office first," she said later.

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