In a Match But Not Stupid

Raka House

Raka's car has arrived in front of her house.

"Raka, Vina is ashamed to bring nothing," I said before descending.

"It's okay vin, at home I have a lot of nothing," replied Raka opening the car door.

"But-but

"Udah Vina come on!" bring him. I also got out of the car.

Raka opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Raka's mom is coming home," Raka shouted.

"Wa'alaikum greetings, mama in the kitchen deck," he replied.

I walk downstairs following Raka in the back.

buggg...

"Aww" my head was about Raka's body.

I stroked my forehead, "that's why don't you duck."

"You're saying stop all of a sudden, so this is it."

"I'm sorry, where's this sick?" Raka rubbed my forehead.

The eye manic we met.

"ekhemm ekhemmm.." Brother Shena cleared her throat.

Me and Raka quickly moved away.

"Sir Shena, Raka went up first yes," said Raka running up.

"Em vina

"Vina wants to go up too?" tanyakanya.

"Not sister, Vina is going to the kitchen" I said to the kitchen leaving sister Shena there.

Sister Shena shook her head.

I'm heading to the kitchen to see auntie ria. "Auntie ria," I said.

"Vina" he answered.

"What aunt cook? Vina help me."

"You just sit down Vin, when the guests are cooking," he said smiling.

"It's pretty good, you can learn aunty."

"Can't you?"

"It could be, just want to know the aunt's recipe."

"You're vin, you're okay."

In Raka's room.

"Kok me so salting gini anyway," Raka held her chest that pounded dag dig dug.

"Oh Allah, give Raka the strength to always be with Vina," he said and went to take a bath.

In the kitchen

"What is this aunt cooking?"

"Tante again cook Raka's favorite, chicken soy sauce, vegetable soup."

"What Raka doesn't like about aunty?"

"Actually he does not choose food, whether he can eat," replied the aunt.

"Oh that," I said a beard.

I helped wash dishes and helped arrange food at the dinner table.

"Yes aunty."

I walked up the stairs to Raka's room.

"It's bismillah" I hesitated to wake Raka up.

'what if he's angry' my mind

"Knock the door no yes, but already want maghrib," I was forced to knock on the door of Raka's room.

Tok..

"Raka" I said from the outside.

"Am I going in?" I held the door and opened it.

Raka was still asleep in her bed. "Raka" I'm approaching her.

"Raka, wake!" I pulled Raka's arm.

I look at Raka's face, white skin, sharp nose, eyebrows that are not so thick. Until I didn't realize I said, "bull" I said slowly with a smile.

Suddenly Raka opened her eyes, "Vina" he said smiling.

I flutter, "eh that's anu Raka-

"What's? what are you doing here?"

"That auntie told me to wake you up, but you're hard to get up to."

'Raka listen no yes'

"Times?"

"Udah ya Vina out, aunty ria tell you to get up quickly, we pray together."

I hurried out, Raka smilingly looked at me out of her room.

Raka has now come down to pray congregation, I'm ashamed Raka always looks at me.

"Vina why you?" said aunty Ria and everyone turned towards me.

I looked at the people who were looking at me.

"Vina's okay aunt."

"Why is there anything that makes you uncomfortable?" ask brother Farhan

"What's wrong, brother."

"What makes me uncomfortable is that Shena already knows sister."

"Who?" askthem.

"That's next to Farhan's sister," Shena pointed at Raka.

"Why so adek?"

"She prayed first, just said," said papa.

Then we perform maghrib prayer.

Prayer is light, Shaykh Ibn Utsaimin:

"Sholat is a light for a servant in his heart, in his face, in his grave and when he is gathered (in the Mahsyar Field)"

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