
With trembling legs, Huda approached Melisa who was in the garden beside the house. The garden is connected with a large glass that shows both sides, between the house and the garden. Not only alone, there Melisa also with Asih, complete with baby ZAJ.
Trying to be sure, Huda approached.
"Sa," he called out nervously.
Suddenly, Melisa and Asih both turned their heads toward the source of the voice.
"Mas Huda," Melisa replied as well as astonished, for what is this Master's personal secretary to arrive at the back garden, impossible because of roughness?
Looking at the eyes of the two girls, Huda was getting nervous. But consciously did not have much time, he immediately said out loud.
"Melisa, let's go ta'aruf," Huda said confidently.
Melisa was surprised, while Asih was instantly wide-eyed.
"Huh?" melisa and Asih replied.
The soul mate is the secret of God's destiny that no man knows at all. That is why man never knows who will accompany him during life until the next life. But every Muslim believes that Allah is the best determinant of his servants.
Therefore, Huda chose ta'aruf as the way to get his soul mate, the path most riddled by God. And her choice of woman is Melisa.
Arick who secretly eavesdropped was only able to mengumnaya smile, proud of the courage of Huda.
"Mas Arick, what's the matter?" tanya Puji was surprised, not usually he saw the Master sticking on the wall.
"Eh mbak Puji, where is Dimas?" ask Arick, without answering the question Praise.
"People are asked even back to ask," complained Praise with a bent face.
"There is in front, nemenin mang Ujang cut trees," explained Puji as it is.
Arick nodded and immediately left Puji. Praise left behind, more astonished.
And sure enough, up in the yard Arick saw Dimas and Ujang were pruning some branches of mango trees that were too big.
They are two different men of that generation.
Seeing his master coming, Ujang immediately retreated respectfully, while Dimas still nangkring on the tree.
"What's up, Mom? can anyone help Ujang?" asked Ujang in a bad way. Usually, it is called to go inside. But now, Arick meets him in person.
"No Mang, I want to see Dimas" replied Arick.
The name that was called immediately rushed down, and Brug! Dimas fell down.
Arick chuckled first, just helping out.
"What's up, Mom?" asked Dimas directly, Dimas and Arick are now getting closer. Even Arick asks Dimas to think of him as an older brother.
"Business," Arick code then walked to the park chair, Dimas followed while inviting Ujang to come along.
Be, these three men are sitting there.
"It's important business, huh? I'm bothering you?" ask the unpleasant Ujang.
"No Mang, Mang Ujang is here, just listen," replied Arick.
"How is your relationship with Asih?" ask Arick directly to Dimas.
All I asked was silence, upset.
"Esurely Dimas has a relationship with Asih Mas?" ask Ujang curious.
"Mang, just listen," said Arick reminded and Ujang was only able to swallow his saliva roughly, forgetting.
"Jawab," Arick said again and Dimas began to lift his bowed face.
"Asih always avoids me Mas, every time I talk to him he always talks about Melisa," explained Dimas honestly and as it is. That's how it's been all along.
It was as if Asih had deliberately made it in order to be interested in Melisa.
Silent dimas, confused himself should how.
Hearing that, Arick shook his head slowly. The love of young people is always complicated.
Now, Arick has come to a conclusion. Melisa likes Dimas, Dimas likes Asih, and Asih is not happy with Melisa.
"Luckily there was Huda," Arick murmured softly, so softly that Dimas and Ujang did not hear.
"What Mas?" tanya Dimas and Ujang compact.
"Patience first then, if Asih is indeed your soul mate certainly will not go where," said Arick and immediately rose.
Then left Dimas who was still touched.
"If it is, I also know Mas," said Dimas as he stared at the departure of the master.
While Arick was already convinced, that this was all just a matter of time. Yesterday, he had seen Asih looking at Dimas from a distance.
From that gaze alone, he could tell if Asih also harbored a taste in the driver. Yet there were still too many barriers to converge.
Let time answer everything.