DUSK PAINTING

Chapter 8. The On The Way Room 202

Mizyan grabbed Dika, lifting her up into the air so that the boy laughed cheerfully with his eyes closed between joy and fear. He carried and kissed the cheeks of the very adorable mangrove.

"Where's grandfather? How do you play by yourself?" He tidied up Dika's hair that was a little mess because it was lifted into the air.

"Tate agi called nda (grandfather called mother)." Dika pointed towards his grandfather who was standing near the fountain.

"OKAY. We're samperin grandpa huh. If you don't play far away, grandpa will be hard to hear."

"Moo's father home?"

Mizyan stared at the two clear eyeballs that implied a longing for the figure of the father. He thought for a moment. This child is still small to be given understanding if the father is dead.

"Hmm, Om his house is here. We'll see you next week, boy."

"When you come back here again, Grandpa, okay?"

Dika did not answer. Only her tiny hands stretched out touching Mizyan's jaw, rubbing her. Maybe the rough surface of the jaw with black dots made Dika feel had a new toy.

Mizyan dropped Dika down right in front of Badru's recently completed father on the phone.

"Well, Dika...Dica. Ngerepotin Om again ya." Badru's father rubbed the top of his grandson's head while shaking his head

"It's okay, sir. I saw Dika in the mosque courtyard approaching me. Said Grandpa was on the phone."

"I'm sorry, son. I just called her mother and grandmother. It hasn't come out yet. Still at home at the top, he said," he continued to look at Mizyan with hesitation because it had been bothered by the actions of Dika who could not stand still.

After being quite alkaline, Mizyan pamit first. Do not forget to do high five with Dika. He headed for the pavilion where he lived. There's no scheduled exit until this afternoon. He intends to continue to make a 2-story house design type 80 on an area of 120 m2. Just as he opened his laptop, the pavilion door was pushed from the outside. Dado entered while saying hello.

"A.Iyan, called Umi. Waiting now he said."

Mizyan closed her laptop back. If Umi or Abah called him, he would leave whatever work he was doing. He entered the main house with a greeting. In the living room already sat Umi, Ratna his wife Fakhri, and Azis his youngest son Umi. Eits, wait. There were 1 more people unknown to Mizyan who sat back to the direction of entry. A lady.

"Here, Yan!" Azis patted the cushion of the seat on his side that was still empty.

Mizyan sat his bo kong on the side of Azis, whose wife had just given birth to her second child.

"Mizyan, umi wants to know someone." Umi looked at Mizyan who nodded her head solemnly.

"It's Violla. Umi's nephew. Means his cousin's sister Fakhri and Azis."

"Violla just graduated from college in Al-Azhar, Cairo. If his parents live in Bogor."

"He will be a teacher here. At the very beginning after a week of environmental introduction."

Umi turned to look at the beautiful girl in a wide headscarf who was sitting opposite her.

"Violla, this is Mizyan Uwa told me about."

"Mizyan has Uwa considered her like a child herself."

"Uwa hopes that the presence of the two of you, the knowledge you have, becomes very useful to advance pesantren."

"Sorry, Umi. Corrections." Mizyan interrupted politely. "I am still learning about Islam. Don't equate me with..." Mizyan turned towards the girl in the blue veil. "Violla," he continued a little hesitating.

Umi chuckles at Mizyan's answer. "You really don't feel like you've done enough for the pesantren?" He said with narrowed eyes.

Mizyan silently waited for the continuation of Umi's words by linking the two eyebrows.

"You brought a blessing, Mizyan."

"The mosque becomes a fine work of who tries. Children are getting more and more. The ta'lim council is getting more and more worshipers. That's because you advertise on social media."

"That's the same as the shiar, Mizyan."

Mizyan fell silent and bowed to Umi's explanation. One corner of his heart warms up, as his new life begins to benefit the crowd. Alhamdulillahot.

After getting acquainted with Violla in front of the Umi family, Mizyan dissolves into her work again. For him time is very precious, can not be wasted by lazing. The schedule of Tahsin Al Qur'an personally guided by Fakhri will take place at 2 pm. There is still time for him to sketch the house according to the request.

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Mizyan took off her cocoa shirt and scabbard at kapstok after praying isya. He glanced at the phone on the bed with a flickering indicator light.

Mizyan stared at the screen of the phone which featured 5 miss caled of the same name. Oji.

Her memory drifted on her dance on the floor pastime with sexy women in elite clubs until the early hours. Oji is his clubing partner. But that was before.

Mizyan shook her head and said something. The shadow of his bad behavior in the past made him exhale violently.

Only then he will touch the phone icon, sounding incoming chat notifications from Oji :

"Bro, wait at Belibis hotel, 08.00 PM."

"Gue wants to meet."

Mizyan just read it, hasn't replied to it. He was considering whether or not to come. On the one hand he had not met Oji for a long time, almost 2 years. Because his friend works in Singapore. On the other hand, he was worried that Oji would invite him to clubbing because his friend did not know that he had converted.

"okay."

Istiqlah. It was Abah's advice that he suddenly remembered. So he decided to agree to his old friend's request.

Dressed in cream-colored chino pants and a black t-shirt wrapped in a leather jacket, Mizyan rushed towards the door. There are 30 minutes to the hotel. If the trip is normal, it will come on time. But if it gets stuck, of course it will be a mistake.

"Wuahhh, where is Aa Iyan bade ka (where are you going)?"

Dado suddenly appeared at the door as soon as Mizyan opened it. Making Mizyan pinch the head of the young man with a mature brown skin because he was surprised by the appearance and loud voice.

"I'm going first, Do. Got business. As usual, don't wait for me to come home. Go to bed first!"

Dado did not answer. He even shook his head with a gaping mouth staring from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot Mizyan's appearance. I don't see the guy is 30 years old, he looks so young. He also smelled a very fragrant perfume. Which he had never breathed the aroma when dabbling in the display minimarket.

"Do you, don't you?!" Mizyan patted Dado's shoulder which was now awakened from the applause while laughing grimly.

"Ready boss."

"I said what try?"

"Dado don't wait for A Iyan to come home."

"Dado sleep first."

"Printer." Mizyan gave her thumb.

"But why didn't A Iyan tell Dado to sleep on a foam mattress?"

Only then did Mizyan give a compliment, this time she had to stroke the chest again. "Do, that one doesn't need to be told anymore. You should get used to sleeping on a foam mattress, not on a carpet. Later your body aches and can catch a cold. Know DADO?" He must say slowly by suppressing irritation so that his speech is understood by Dado who has a below average IQ.

"Ooohhh, tell me anything from earlier." Answer Dado with a face without sin.

Mizyan breezed out of the door. Long conversations with Dado can make him high blood. He headed for the car parked next to the main house. Fused with the parking lot of family cars and operational pesantren cars.

"Sister Mizyan."

Mizyan who was already standing next to her car door, turned her head towards the voice that called out to her.

"Hi, Violla."

"Call Olla, brother." The one called Violla approached while clutching a book on her chest.

"OKAY. Olla." - Olla." Mizyan's birthday is accompanied by a nod. He glanced at the clock in his hand. It was 5 minutes wasted talking to Dado.

"Sir Mizyan, will you go?"

"Yes, Olla. I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to get some business." Mizyan looked at Violla with her hands clenched in her chest. This is the first communication between him and his nephew Umi.

Olla nodded while commenting on a smile. "Be careful, brother. Don't forget to pray!"

"Thanks, Olla." Oh, please." Mizyan threw a smile and waved her hand before walking into her steering chair.

A message was heard when the car stopped at a red light. He reached into his cell phone in his jacket pocket.

Oji : "Room 202. 12 Floor!"