My husband never loved me

Matchmaking plan

After completing his studies at the mosque, near his home complex. Inspiration went straight home. In addition to being a lecturer and cafe owner, Ilham is often appointed by the board of the assembly to fill the monthly routine studies at the Griya Asri housing complex. Although he initially refused, but over time he accepted it as well. Inspiration is a Muslim who is inferior, who does not want to be said teacher or ustadz. For Ilham, he is still learning. Therefore, many of the complex mothers want to match their daughters with young and handsome ustadz.

He entered the entrance, next to his cafe. Actually, between the cafe and his house was blocked by a wall. But, if you look at it from the outside is not visible. Next to the entrance of the cafe, there is a door to enter his house. And the cafe was next to him.

After saying his greeting, Inspiration went inside. It just so happened that all his family was gathered there. "Well, this is what was talked about from earlier came also the person!" exclaimed a woman in a milk chocolate headscarf. The woman is the sister of his umya.

"Ham, here!" pinta smiled at the man. Not waiting long, Ilham immediately sat next to his uminya.

"Why, Umi?" tanya Iqbal returned a smile from his umi.

"Honey, yesterday your friend Abi wanted to match you with her granddaughter. Do you mind, baby?" ask Umi Qoniah to her son. The man seemed to think, after which the look of his face turned into a sad. "Do you have a choice, baby?" Umi Qoniah asked again, after a change in the face of his son.

"Ilham, Ilham has no choice, Umi. If the girl is the best for Inspiration, God willing Inspiration!" the man replied, but there was a sincerity in him. And Umi Qoniah could see that.

Ilham's parents did not live in Singapore. They lived in Lembang, taking care of the boarding house of the Ilham family. But, Ilham himself. He did not settle in the country, he just worked and sought his fortune there. Ilham himself lived together, the younger sister who still completed her S2 at the place where Ilham taught, and for that reason, Ilham survived in the country. And the goal is to come there, which is to give the news. That Inspiration will be betrothed to his grandson, his Abnya friend.

"Ham, how come you're so moody, if you don't like it, you just say it!" chirps Umi Kulsum, sister of uminya.

"Yes, honey. Umi and Abimu will not force you. We follow your decision. After all, if not wrong, your friend Abi's granddaughter also just continued her studies," continued Umi Qoniah again. Inspiration just smiled as he said.

"Ilham went with Umi and Abi alone, inshaa Allah Umi and Abi's choice was best for Ilham."

"Or not-don't Brother again persimmon the front girl was Umi, his grandson Nek Sundari. Hehe. because every morning, Brother always looks in that direction, and if Sisi comes out he immediately smiles himself," said Asyifa, Ilham's sister who noticed her brother's behavior lately.

"Geek, don't be horrified Mi!" sahut Ilham glared at Asyifa.

"Well, the Fa. Beautiful isn't it?" ask Umi Kalsum to know.

"Beautiful, she wears a hijab too. I think it fits well, same Brother Ilham. You see, Syifa noticed, he also often smiles that if he accidentally met with Brother." Inspiration instantly bowed, the man had his face flushed red. What his sister said was true.

"Umi so kepengen see, the person," said Umi Qoniah. Everyone there was laughing.

"Later, deh Mi. Syifa brought you here? Syifa, familiar with Sisi. Coincidentally, we met by accident. And from that, Syifa became familiar with him. The guy is fun, not jaim. It's not like that!"

"So, don't make trouble. Brother is not good, if you bring Sisi here. What his family said later," prevent Ilham.

"Oh my goodness, sister, you're just playing with Syifa anyway. I don't want to meet with my brother either. Pede is very, Brother!"

"Have it done, no more fuss. Yes, we will go to the front house, Fa. Umi want to make, soto Lamongan. Well, we're Anter ahead, and Umi wants to know what her son is like?"

"Okay, Umi!!" Inspiration can no longer prevent the idea of Uminya. That certainly won't work. But what Syifa said was true. Since his meeting with Sisi, the aura of Inspiration is different. The man looks happy, and looks happy.

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Somewhere else.

After cutting the meat. Sisi helped her grandmother to prepare her rendition. "It's a dyinget baby, the spice. Coriander, pepper, its many characteristics, brown sugar, ginger, turmeric, and red chili. This is mashed. But different lo pity if the rendangnya Minang people with Javanese. If Minang people, most do not use turmeric. But if the Javanese, turmeric is not left behind!" terang Bu Sundari, while Sisi only pay attention and remember all the spices that have been mentioned by his Grandmother.

Shortly after, the housekeeper Bu Sundari came from the front. "Mom has guests" he told his employer.

"Who's Bik?" tanya Bu Sundari is still busy concocting her rendang seasoning.

"Non Asyifa, Mas Ilham's sister is like a woman" explained Bi Darsih.

"Oh, yes it is Bi. I'll meet now. Honey, you puree these spices, use a blender. Grandma meet them first!" bu Sundari said to bi Darsih and Sisi. After that, he washed his hands first, then met his guest in front.

"Assalamualaikum, Grandma Sundari!" greet Asyifa to Miss Sundari, when she was already in the living room.

"Waalaikumussalam, Sifa!" balas Bu Sundari greeted both guests. Then let them sit back.

"Grandfather, which side?" ask Syifa directly.

"Oh, Sisi. It's in the kitchen, still learning to cook rendang. What did Grandma call you first?" bargaining Bu Sundari to Syifa, the woman just smiled thinly and shook her head.

"She, this is Umya Syifa who came from Lembang. Umi this is Nek Sundari, Sisi's Grandmother!" Sifa introduced them both. "Sir, let Syifa follow Sisi, huh?" pinta Syifa to Bu Sundari.

"Oh, yes. Just follow!" answer Miss Sundari. Syifa headed straight for the kitchen.

"Oh yes, Mom. This is a little food from us, soto Lamongan for the Sundari Bu of the family." Umi Qoniah handed the bushel containing food to Bu Sundari.

"Wah thanks. Repot-repot everything!" Ms. Sundari put the bushel on the table. "hmmm, from the smell alone it seems to be delicious," praised Bu Sundari, and they threw smiles at each other.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother Sisi!"

"Waalaikumussalam, uh Syifa." Sisi stopped his activities and washed his hands, after which he approached Syifa.

"Again cook, O Brother?"

"Yes, you're new to learning, who are you?"

"The Umi Syifa. Umi Syifa Mei acquaintance with Kak Sisi." Syifa's words slightly surprised Sisi.

"Contactments? With Brother?" tanyanya could not believe it.

"Yes, Brother! Yuk, we're ahead!" invite Syifa who immediately pulled Sisi into the living room. Sisi can only resign and follow Syifa. After arriving in the living room, Umi Qoniah was surprised by the woman who brought his daughter. Because the woman, exactly the same as the photo shown her husband to be paired with his son.

To be continued