Halal Lover
The Part 10
"Some come without preaching, some go without saying goodbye, some struggle unnoticed, some secretly sing out prayers for you, which is Me."
muhammad Alif Diafhakri
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LIKE his promise to abi. After school, Nazwa headed straight for his parents' house.
Coinciding at 17:15 wib. Because Nazwa school has adopted a full day system, be all students home in the afternoon. But, when saturday they are closed. Or sometimes filled with some extra-curricular activities.
"Assalamu'alaikum" Nazwa said as he entered his parents' home.
"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."
Nazwa kissed abi's back. "Tumben Abi's home yet?"
Abinya chuckles. "Work just doesn't feel good about each other."
A confused look on Nazwa's face.
His brother continued his words. "It has. Take a shower there."
Nazwa nodded then stepped foot towards his room.
The 17-year-old girl did not take a shower, but instead laid herself on the bed. Staring at the ceiling of the room in a pure white.
Usually, after school like this, Raka always asks her news over the phone. Had he reached home safely, had he eaten, and many other things the man asked.
Honestly, Nazwa felt a little lost something that had become his habit with Raka. Usually, if the night they will spend time by chatting over the phone. Sometimes chatter until late. And ... There are only unique things that Raka did to make Nazwa feel happy.
However, for the time being, Nazwa felt mistaken. Happiness is a false happiness. The deceptive happiness. Misguided happiness, and false happiness. And haram happiness.
He sighed slowly, closing his eyes. I hope God gives peace to her heart.
Then the girl decided to clean up.
After a while, Nazwa had already walked out of his room. He stepped into the living room. Not usually abi and uminya sit alone. Usually abi will be more busy with reports or work files. However, this time he looks relaxed laughing with ummi.
The footsteps made abi and ummi look over, then they found the beautiful face of their daughter.
"Sir. Here," call umminya. He patted the sofa on his left, because on the right there was already an abi.
Nazwa sat next to Ummi. "Tumben Abi wasn't busy with the files anymore?"
Her brother smiled sweetly. "So you want to learn, to often have quality time with your ummimu."
His face was blushed, marked by a red hue on both cheeks.
Be present! There are only old people today.
"Later on a beautiful dance night, yes," he said suddenly.
"Why Um? We're going, okay?" ask Nazwa.
Ummi Audy shakes. "Later night-"
Suddenly abi smothers Audy's mouth.
Allah's Maasya. It's just something, right?
Abi was like hinting ummi Audy to shut up. And Nazwa was made even more curious by the circumstances.
"Is there anything closed off from Nazwa?"
Abi shaking. "It has. Just obey your Ummimu will. Who knows you can doorprize later."
Nazwa just shook his head. The joke is so crisp. Didn't they know that now Nazwa is plagued by confusion aka curiosity that has not been solved.
Shortly after, adzan maghrib. They immediately prepare to perform congregational prayers.
"We're not waiting for Upal first, Bi?"
"No need. Naufal is still a long time," replied Abi Ahmad.
Where did Naufal go? Inner Nazwa asked.
After finishing the prayer, Nazwa returned to the room. He remembered the ummi message to dress up beautiful. What is that beautiful dress like? Not all women are born beautiful, right?
He breathed and opened the closet. Sort out some gamis.
Gts ... Gts ...
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Deck, Ummi's coming in, huh?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Um, just not in the key."
The middle-aged woman who still looked so beautiful entered with a paper bag.
"Make sure you've got the game, huh?" The ummimanya guess is always on target.
"Yes. Nazwa. Ummi can you help Nazwa?"
"Abi?"
He nodded, still with a smile. "Udah, a quarry to wear."
Despite the confused feeling, the girl still complied.
As Nazwa recalls, his ashes were typical of men who did not like to shop. Every time ummi monthly shopping alone always Nazwa who deliver. But this is why I bought Nazwa clothes.
The pink-colored gamis are combined with a similarly colored scarf veil attached beautifully to the tiny body of Nazwa. Her brother knew that Nazwa liked pink.
"Where? You likey?"
Nazwa nodded enthusiastically. "very liked. Nazwa should thank abi."
"Here sit. Ummi make up thin first."
"Make up too?" nazwa asked in shock.
"Yes dong," reply ummi Audy.
After that ummi immediately polishes Nazwa's face well. Elegant thin make up. However, the girl did not stop grumbling. He said; just thin Um, don't be thick later Nazwa like a clown, and many more.
"Done!" ummi said Audy.
"Pulse. Is this not thickness?" Nazwa looked at his face in front of the mirror. Pretty anyway. But what is not excessive. His inner.
"Udah, don't delete it. This ummi princess is very beautiful," entertain umminya. But he did not lie that his daughter was so graceful and sweet.
"Yuk, down. Abi's waiting in the living room, "give ummi Audy.
"Attent. Ummi not dandan?"
The ummmya laughed. "No need. Ummi's doing it."
Nazwa looks a little upset. But then they set foot together into the living room.
I don't know why Nazwa's heart is beating faster than usual. Like something's going to happen. What else plus his unsolved curiosity.
Led by his ummimina, the girl walked down. He was ashamed to show his clown-like face to his ashes.
"Abi .. Kok see that. Nazwa's ugly, huh?" nazwa asked when she found out that she was being observed.
"You're so pretty."
That's not the sound of his ashes!
Nazwa immediately looked up, seeing the owner of the voice. His eyes swept across the living room. Many eyes were watching him.
"Who? Ummi ...." The girl looked at her umminya. As if asking for an explanation.
The ummmya smiled too. But didn't say anything.
"Yes already, Om. Immediately I convey my purpose and purpose here with Father and Mother. I ... I want to propose to princess Om," said the man who praised the beautiful Nazwa earlier.
Applying princess Om.
The girl who had been busy lowering her head was now looking up a little. Squeeze the end of the robe he was wearing.
Who does that man mean? Princess abi isn't just her? There's no way that he proposed to Naufal.
"Om knows, Lif. Don't tense up ditu dong," abi Ahmad's laughter was heard followed by others.
Aliph. The man smiled with relief. This middle-aged man before him was indeed very understanding.
"Yes, Lif. This is the plan of the same father Om Ahmad. Isn't that right, Mad?" connect the middle-aged man next to Alif.
"Of course!" Abi Ahmad laughed again. "So how's Nazwa?"
The girl who had been looking down inside looked up a little. "What's Bi?"
"You accepted Alif's proposal?"
Nazwa is confused not playing. True guess!
"Na-Nazwa .. can't answer now. Naz-Nazwa .. takes time," replied the girl in a choked voice out of nervousness.
Disappointed spectators. Everyone seemed to be breathing heavily. Including a woman sitting next to her umminya.
"Jude, no papa. No hurry. Nazwa must also focus first on the UNBKnya, yes. Do not think too much about this matchmaking problem," said his father Alif.
"But if you can be soon, son. I can't wait to have a beautiful daughter-in-law like you." Alif added.
Nazwa nodded with an awkward smile. Really am. It's a tough decision.
Should I get married at a young age?
Seriate.
