His wife, Mr Guru ?

The ego is starting to collapse

Shania intends to go home with her motorbike from the terrace of Mr. Yono's house.

"Assalamualaikum, "shania chuckle.

"Waalaikumsalam, "the woman, with her brown negligee and instant veil, came out from inside the medium-sized house attached to the school wall. While carrying a boy just wearing a t-shirt and knee-length pants. Yep ! son and wife of Mr. Yono, the,

"Shania's gang ?!" guess Miss Endah, by looking at the name tag on her chest under the red and white emblem, everyone knows she is Shania.

"Yes ma'am, "Shania nodded.

"You want to get a motor ?" ask her again.

"Yes mom, "

"Let's go in first neng, stop by at his house, Mr. Yono !" be friendly, the hot weather makes Shania decide to stay for a moment on the terrace of Mr. Yono's house.

"Yes mom, it's so hot today ! numpang ngadem deh, "Shania opened her warrior shoes under the porch of the house and set her feet on the terrace of Mr. Yono, not expensive ceramics like the house of Arka, or marble like the palace of the king.

"Come on, not outside" Endah waved his hand, and lowered his head in the doorway.

"Well, what are you outside, " replied Shania unwell, she then sat herself on the wall of the house from the red land which was only knee-deep.

"It's still the sun's high, it's hot ! " wouldn't want Shania to come into the middle room of Mr. Yono's house.

The living room that doubles the middle room is not large, maybe only the size of the room bi Atun. Pas pak Yono and Bu Endah's photos are also his two young children with one who is wearing a toga tk to be the main highlight in this room. Leather chairs that have been worn and peeling in some parts, became the main sight when Shania sat there.

"Sorry, if the house is ugly !" endah's smile did not mean to mock or humble, just a stale.

"What is ma'am, precisely Sha ngapin thanks has been accepted shady, "he replied.

"Hi adek, "Shania reached out her hand to touch the arms of the child Endah and Yono. However, the boy seemed to be afraid of strangers.

"Diminum neng, sorry there is only water, the same this.didoba neng, mumpung still warm ! " bu Endah put a glass of water and a white and pink steamed sponge in front of Shania, then he resumed his activities wrapping the wet cake into a cardboard box, so snot mother.

"Mother's selling wet cakes ma'am ?" shania asked along in the floor, seeing Endah's mom who deftly takes care of the cake order and her young son.

"Yes neng, developing hidden talent !" joking fun.

"Ah mother could, "the sneer of Shania plucked one of the dishes made from flour, eggs and sugar.

"Emhhh, good mom !" yells.

"Alhamdulillah, the mother used to make neng cake, the mind of the mother really wants to be an international chef in the field of puff pastry," her eyes twinkle can not lie, he said, if Ms. Endah is telling the truth.

"Why don't you get developed by Bu ?" shania asked, finally the girl was interested in Endah's story.

"Because of the cost of neng, kepin college.but I am not from a family that is wealthy aka not able to !" unfortunately, the story is interrupted because the child is crying and wetting. Make Ms. Endah permission to steal her son and change his pants.

Shania circulated her gaze, sweeping across the dull-colored walls. However, it looks clean because it takes care of the female touch.

"Neng ! try the pastel cake too !" ms. Endah brought a small plate of pastels that were still warm, and had just receded the oil levels.

"Mom, don't bother mom !" Shania was lucky to come at the right time, the windfall of the son of Sholeh, he massaged his chest.

"Keep ma'am, "

"Ah yes, which way was it ?!" smirks.

"Tuition sampe no cost !"shania is now reaching for pastels.

"Finally mother met with father, then married. Four courses then got an offer to work at a food company his salary was quite large. But I refuse, "the answer is astounding.

"Why ?" ask Shania.

"Because far away, "

"But it can improve living standards, ma'am ?" shania's eyebrows started to wrinkle.

"There are major obligations that I have to do more than just improve my standard of living. Because a married woman is actually serving her husband, becoming the priest's master."

Shania's heart was like being hit by a big wave, with a split second of speed.

"The father allowed me to develop and move forward, but I knew there was a wounded heart, there was an obligation I had left and there was a right I had not given. Ridho Allah ridho husband, great in the eyes of man is not necessarily great in the eyes of God, "

For what sake ?! now his hand shakes hearing the words of Ms. Endah. Many times Shania swallowed her saliva hard.

"You know the story of Siti Khadijah ?" Shania shakes.

"One of the 4 women who are waiting for heaven, the mother of the faithful, the true love of the Messenger of Allah?" Shania nodded back.

"he was the Suri tauland the wife of the Muslim wife, she never raised her voice in front of the husband, accompanied the Prophet even though the Apostle was not a rich man, never considered her position higher than the husband, she said, he came from a noble and noble tribe of Quraysh. She always follows the journey of the Apostle, including the first person who knows the Prophet's prophethood SAW, until his death was always with her husband (in the lap of the husband)."

For some time Shania really listened to the heart flush from the mother of Endah, until her eyes really flooded with water.

"Well, cry ?" asked Ms. Endah, Shania immediately removed the trace of a muddy gene on her cheek that had seeped down the chin that was not too taper.

"Terharu ma'am, "his great-grandson is short.

"Indeed, "mom Endah agreed.

Shania's phone vibrated, Arka's name on it.

"But, ma'am, "Shania wiped the melted water from her eyes and nose.

"Hallo mas,"

"Assalamualaikum, where are you ? bi Atun said you haven't come home yet,"

"Shania is still at home Mr. Yono mas, wants to go home but still hot. So go with ngadem."

"Oh. You cry ? "

For the sake of hearing Shania's trembling voice, Arka became worried.

"Well, Shania, what's wrong."

"Yes already, mas is still on campus proceeding to Route 78. Heart on the road."

"Yes, too."

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"Mom, thank you for the cake, good ! the same story goes, "Shania grabbed her bag and moved.

"Same, when to play again here neng, I happen to rarely go out of the house, "he replied.

"God willing ma'am, dopey drug ! greetings to Mr. Yono ma'am, thank you for being pushed on the Sha motorbike, "his coolness.

"The drug !" ms. Endah waved her son to Shania.

Shania put on a helmet and started inserting keys, then stopped the motor, out of the yard of Mr. Yono's house.

"Sha !! just returned ?!" Cakra who is still in the front stall of the school with children one genknya greet.

"Eh, yes ! yesterday put a motorbike at the house of Mr. Yono," Cakra approached Shania.

"Ekhem ekhem.." Deheman was his friend in the back.

"Suuthhhhh !" Cakra sticking an index finger in front of her lips beckoned her friend to stop the temptation for Shania's comfort.

"Sha, congratulations ! you list Dispora, and it's on the first list of people who are accepted, great !!! I have a list too, hopefully on the list later. If I get accepted and pass, then the health selection will be together ?" ask Cakra.

Shania became doubtful, and lowered her head. "Ga know Cak, I still doubt nerusin,"

Cakra frowned, "loh, why ? what a pity if you don't do it ?!"

"Gue wants to go to school, "the ringisnya.

"It's a pity, but from there it can be an athlete, and I'm sure you'll be successful, go to college wherever you want, it can be !"

Shania does agree with Cakra's statement, but....

"Gue first yes Cak, dah afternoon.orang home already on nyariin !" pamit Shania's.

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