I'm a Savings Woman

Advice Izzah

As the day grew late, Arsha and his friends went home. Vita went home alone, while Arsha drove Nabila first and only realized when he accidentally saw the rearview car, it turns out Devan tailed him from behind.

It is strange people who are in love, to the point of seeing his car just make a tick. Arsha became unfocused on driving.

'Don't turn right, Arsha!'

Arriving home, the two were greeted by Rayhan and Izzah who were sitting in the front garden of the house. Devan politely said his greetings and greeted the hands of his two future in-laws.

"Eh, there's son Devan too. Let's go in." Take Izzah.

“I'm not long Well, Mom, just want mastiin Arsha to get home safely." Reply Devan.

Devan is getting used to calling Rayhan and Izzah 'mother father'.

"All right, then thank you, son Devan. I've been dropping off this most beautiful father's son." Rayhan said as he stroked Arsha's head.

"It is my duty and duty as a husband..... Uh I mean future husband." Reply Devan that makes jantunv Arsha more lullag-jedug not careless.

"Hold, don't jump around." Izzah's whisper in Arsha's ear.

"Iiihh mother." Arsha said with a spoiled voice.

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At night, Arsha was frenzied in the living room. Sometimes lying on the sofa, sometimes sitting on the floor, but still can not calm down.

'Why, anyway, the words of his ex-girls Devan was still ringing?'

“Regular aja.”

“Not pretty though.”

Arsha was really made unsettled by thinking about the words of former Devan earlier.

“This is grandfather's favorite grandson tea why lie on the floor? This tea has been cursed rejected mattress what?” Mang Diman who was watching television seemed to realize that Arsha was upset.

“Rejected fate, Cake!” answer Arsha.

“Why else or so? Failed to unplug people's teeth today?”

Arsha turned the lazy eyeball, and chose silence.

"The story atuh neng, same grandfather. Who knows, you can help."

"Males ah, grandfather won't understand."

Izzah came to bring snacks in the form of fresh fruit that has been cut.

"Well, noh called Bang Rayhan. I'm not playing chess." Izzah.

"Sok atuh, this is just fun. Than to chat with Neng Arsha tea is not connected." Reply Mang Diman.

Izzah smiled, helping Mang Diman stand up.

"Neng, pretentious is the beautiful princess. Looks like he's tea again there's a problem. From that tea can not be silent, it is like a jackfruit caterpillar oruh. Sometimes sitting on the couch, sometimes sitting on the floor. Let's not let him tea again stomach ache because of intestinal worms." Mang Diman said seriously.

"Iiihh grandpa is so careless. I mean I'm like a jackfruit caterpillar, and I'm afraid of worms again." Arsha Protest.

"Easy." Izzah. "Here Bah, already awaited with Bang Rayhan. There's Arka too, he said he wanted to be a jury."

"Kakeeeekkk." Pekik Arsha's.

Izzah shook his head at the behavior of the two people.

"Darling, let's sit here, son." Take Izzah.

Arsha followed Izzah's orders by sitting next to him.

"Try now you're telling me about Mom, what's the problem?"

Arsha seemed to be taking a deep breath.

“So I met Devan's ex-girlfriend, Bu.”

Arsha decided to tell her mother about this thing that bothered her.

“They are very pretty, Mom, I'm less,” continued Arsha while looking down.

“Are you not beautiful?”

“Beautiful anyway, but ask them,” Arsha replied quickly. “They're model kayaks, ma'am, tall, white, anyway really suitable to be an international model or artist."

“Now gini, Mom asks. If you look at that ugly shirt and say that shirt, who offends you? His clothes or designer?” ask Izzah.

“Ya designer is Mom! Because the clothes are, right, made by the designer. And the shirt is just the result of the thought of the maker.” replied Arsha.

Now Izzwh patted Arsha's back.

“Means that you insult an ugly human being, who is angry? The human or the creator?”

Arsha was silent, then lowered her head deeper when she realized the meaning of Izzah's words.

“Just like the shirt earlier, we are just a creation. When you insult an ugly shirt, you insult a designer who can't make good clothes. So do humans. If you say you're ugly, it's the same as insulting God. Man is the most perfect being, and the most beautiful creation of God. You doubt the power of God?”

“Gak ...,” replied Arsha half-whispering.

“No ugly human being, everything is beautiful. Only sometimes his gratitude is lacking, so that it covers the beauty or good looks itself,” said Izzah again. "All are equal in the eyes of God, only here is the difference." Izzah pointed at Arsha's chest. "The heart distinguishes the beauty or not of a person. Like a teapot, he will bring out what is in it, including us. What we do, say, think depends on what we plant in our hearts. If it's good, everything's good, and vice versa." Bright Izzah.

Arsha fell silent, thoughts drifting everywhere.

'Astagfirullah ....'

Then Izzah's voice sounded again, “Do not always look at the past, son, because time is moving forward, it is impossible to back down. Talk to God again, ask him which is the best decision for you. If it's a matter of appearance, even if Devan's ex is pretty, they're just the past, not the future. If Devan wants to be just like you, what can they do?” Izzah plays his eyebrows up and down.

Arsha smiled, she looked at the face of the most precious woman in her life. The face she always missed despite meeting every day. The face of the greatest woman in her life. “Still, Mom."

"Once we are thankful, a thousand times God gives us pleasure." Izzah flicked Arsha's nose slowly. "Partially, this mother's son is beautiful, really, really beautiful." Izzah framed Arsha's face. "Where not beautiful, your father is handsome, his mother is also beautiful." Gelak Izzah's.

Arsha smiled again. "Thank you, Mom."

"Beloved together. Be happy, even if it's the beginning or the end of the month." Goda Izzah's.

Arsha. "I'll go to the room first, Ma'am.”

Izzah just nodded with a smile.