Love Shielded Risue

answerable

In his chair, Akhri was still waiting for Hapsoh's answer. The woman who is still silent. Playing his nails on his lap.

"How, Son?"

He raised his head again to look at Akhri. In his heart he said bismillah. Then nod.

"I'm willing, Bah" he replied.

"Alhamdulillah–" all who heard it were happy. Inexplicable gratitude, Hapsoh himself lowered his head again while wiping his tears. Unlike Akhri who occasionally steal views.

I will try to make you happy. I hurt two women. Hopefully for the current one, you can be the last port for me... Nur Hapsoh's.

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After arranging the wedding schedule. He's back home. In his silence, he is now pervading mixed feelings. Between happiness and worry. Three months may not be long. While he was still afraid of disappointing the third woman.

Akhri beristighfar, he was determined to get married for worship and friends share his feelings. Now just live it, the most important thing is that his three children have agreed. Similarly, Ummi who had been consulted before he finally contacted Ustadz Irsyad who made his intermediary.

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A few months earlier, Ustadz Akhri had met the woman several times. And what makes it most effective is when the driver who used to pick up his son late. Because there are obstacles.

The flashback

The rain outside was heavy, while Akhri had just returned home after his proselytizing journey as usual. A tired-looking step leads to entering the house immediately. At see Ummi just finished taking a phone call.

"Assalamualaikum–" said Akhri when he was near his mother. He kissed the back of his hand politely.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, happened to have arrived."

"What's up, Mi?"

"That's the car that the driver brought here to pick up Alma and Husein the tires leaked. Now mending you tell your driver to their school, deh! get your kids."

Akhri scratched his head. Because he had just told the driver to rest because since the trip home he had complained about not feeling well.

"Let Akhri aja–"

"Are you tired?"

"Not really," he replied as his eyes turned toward the second floor. "Where did david?"

"A nap with the nanny."

"O.o..." Akhri rounded his lips. "Yes, I'm walking first, Mi."

"Yes, be careful."

"Iya–" he replied before saying hello and then waltzing away.

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At school...

The white-hooded little girl was standing in front of the glass entrance, along with her brother who was just sitting on the side long chair a little away from where his sister was standing. Both look at the rain but with a slightly indifferent expression while swinging both legs.

"Where the hell, Mamang?" he was tired after waiting for so long. Where only they live who are stuck in that school. With a security.

"elma! Sit down, what the hell is there?" Brother Excited.

"No way, Alma's coming home!" whine while stomping his feet to the ceramic tile.

"Yes, wait while sitting down. Mamang comeg later."

"Iiiihh, but long, long before it!" Alma continued to stomp her feet while staring at the rain outside. While Husein just sighed. Tuck his head against the wall. Actually he himself was also saturated, and a little hungry. But how else would he have to wait. While the food that was brought was exhausted.

"Alma, Hussein?" The subtle voice made the two look over.

"Hapsoh's Ustadzah?" Alma smiled widely.

"You guys still here?" tanyanya approaching.

"It's Ust, it's Nyai Nyai's mom on the phone. Said the car that picked them up was leaking. So it's too late to pick him up" replied the security.

"Oh... How long has it been waiting?"

"An hour is rich." replied the security again.

"O Allah, then sit there, Alma. Same Brother–" Hapsoh pointed at Hussein who was still sitting with his flat facial expression.

"But Alma wants to go home now, Alma is hungry–"

"Oh, you're hungry. Ustadzah has a cake, you want it?"

"What cake? Not delicious?"

There the teacher took out a box from the paper bag. At first, the two were not interested. But when looking at the contents of the box apparently is a cut brownie cake with various beautiful decorations. Making Alma who had been very irritated for a moment cheerful.

"Wah–" said the girl happy. Because the cake makes it look delicious.

"We eat this while waiting for the pick-up to come, yes," he said as he approached the cake box towards them.

"Yes, Ust!" happy answer. Take a cake with fresh strawberry pieces with great enthusiasm, before finally tasting. "Great boy, Ust..."

"really?"

"Really... Alma'll add ya, Ust?"

"MashaAllah, please dear." Hapsoh seemed sparkling to see the child look greedy eating the cake he brought. Though the cake, he had wanted to give to a woman who had previously almost become his mother-in-law but did not become. For a moment, his eyes were turned to Hussein. "Wouldn't you take it?"

"No Ust, thank you–" he replied briefly without turning his head.

"Abang, it's delicious" said Alma with a mouthful of cream and cheese. Hapsoh chuckles at Alma's lips. He took out a tissue from his bag.

"Here, Ustadzah clean ya." With tenderness Hapsoh touched Alma's lips were grinning. Along with that, Hussein's eyes glanced at Alma. He tried but was embarrassed. Honey, Hussein's gaze was caught by Alma who immediately teased him.

"Want to?" he said before biting the cake again.

"Alma shy. That's a cake with an Ustadzah."

"No papa, Ust...? Brother if you want to talk. Can be the same Ustadzah."

"Haha, yeah..." Hapsoh brought the box of cookies closer to Hussein. "Take, dear–"

Shamefully Hussein took one piece.

"Syukron Ust.." he said very softly.

"Dear lover." Hapsoh rubbed his head gently. The position of the woman crouched in front of the two while looking, occasionally she rubbed the lips of the sweet girl who liked to tell stories.

Until a man with an umbrella in his hand seems to walk closer and enter his porch.

"Pig!" Excited Alma while pointing towards the door. "Ye..ye..."

A security guard who was still there opened the glass door.

"Assalamualaikum– Afwan I long," he said on the security. While his eyes moved to shift his gaze on the long-veiled woman who was now standing while looking down.

"Abi– we again eat cake got Ustadzah Hapsoh. It's good, Abi want it?"

Akhri smiles. "Dear, Abi's not eating today."

"Fastme, huh?"

"Emmm..." Akhri just smiled. He looked back at the woman who was still bowing her head. "Shukron khatsiron, Ust. Sorry if I picked it up later."

"It's okay, Ustadz. Then I say it first." Hapsoh took a few steps forward before finally coming to a halt as Alma called out to him.

"Ust, this is the cake to miss."

Hapsoh. "Alma likes the cake?"

"Like.. this is delicious. Later want to ask Abi to buy a rich gini. Yes Abi, buy a rich cake gini yes." he said to the man who just nodded awkwardly.

"Emmm..." Slowly he walked past Ustadz Akhri again. Then approached Alma and Hussein who had been standing near the long chair. "if Alma likes, this is for Alma alone."

"Really?" Alma sparkling. While Hapsoh just nodded while smiling. He closed the box and put it in the paper bag. "Share with Brother, same with you."

"Alhamdulillah– thanks Ust." Alma kissed the woman's cheek. Hapsoh himself was surprised but he was happy. "Ustadzah Hapsoh do not marry, because Alma is happy in teaching ustadzah. I love Ustadzah."

"MashaAllah..." Hapsoh just widened his smile feeling moved.

"Yes, Alma went home first. See you tomorrow Ust. Assalamualaikum–"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, be careful yes beautiful."

The boy nodded then walked while carrying a bag containing a fairly heavy cake city. Then handed it to Abinya who had seen the admiration of the closeness of the two.

"Tell This..."

"Eh..." Akhri. He took a stand while receiving the paper bag. "Syukron khatsiron, Ustadzah."

"Afwan Ustadz" he replied, slapping his hands in front of his chest. They say goodbye and then leave the place.

On the other hand Akhri smiled unbeknownst to the woman as well as her children. It seems to be true after a little bit of finding out. It turns out that He is the same Hapsoh as the woman Ustadz Irsyad told me about.

Another gratitude is when Alma apparently loved the woman. Yes, it seems like everything will be easy, although the test will never escape to greet as a decorator of life.

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