My Imam, my army

9 split

PART 9 SPLIT

Aya cried as the door of her room opened wide and displayed the figure of the man she loved this past year. As soon as possible, he wiped his tears to look good in front of his lover who was going to halal.

"The Dirga? That's right, you? You survived? O Allah, Allah has given you a long life. I'm so grateful. I swear, I can't imagine anymore, if you leave me," oh errat, I'll leave you, baby. Whys?

They're in this room not just the two of them. There was still Aya's housemaid who took care of Aya was sitting on the long sofa of Aya's nursery. Of course they should not be alone in the room because it is not muhrim.

Dirga smiled at the chatty nagging from her lover. He missed. Hugely.

"Udah bauble. Is it healed?" tanya Dirga sat a distance of one meter from Aya. Keep your distance dong!

"I've healed" his external wound, but his internal wound has not healed. You must be disappointed with me later.again and AGAIN, the sentence is carried on in Aya's heart.

"Alhamdulillah. I've been tired of recovering from his chatter, you know, Yes," Dirga made Aya hold back her smile.

"Look, don't hold that smile."

"What the hell are you,"

After they chatted a few things that made Aya smile sweetly, the atmosphere returned silent. Until Aya's voice first interrupted both.

"Dirga," call Aya. Aya positioned her body to sit down slowly.

"Yes? You want something? Ask what, let me do whatever it is" said Dirga softly.

"You don't have a state assignment?"

"Nothing. Maybe next month I should go to Papua. Control the situation of the corners there. There are some stalkers lodged there. What's up, my Aya?" dirga bright while smiling sweetly. I swear by anything, Dirga wants to hug her girl. But, that can't be happening. There is no marriage between the two.

"You want to follow my orders, whatever it is? I beg you, huh?" said Aya who made things serious.

"Yes, pleasure. I must have followed your request. You want, what? Whatever it is, I'll do it" asked Dirga softly.

"Even if you stay away from me, will you do it?" ask Aya carefully. He could see Dirga stunned for a moment.

"Why do you ask, then?" ask Dirga to investigate.

Of course, one pull of the sentence said by Aya has made Dirga widen his eyes. The young man growled softly so that Aya did not know about it.

"What do you mean?" ask Dirga while standing up. His hands are clenched strong.

"You still don't understand what I mean, do you? It's not that I've clearly said that I want you to marry Salsa, my cousin's sister. Please, this is my last request. You should stay away from me from now on," Aya's tone rose an octave that made Dirga growl and stare intently at Aya. Why did the girl suddenly ask herself to leave? All this time their relationship was fine.

"What do you mean? I don't get it. I was wrong so you said that to me. I never cheated on you, Ay. What wrong? And what does that last request mean? You want to leave me?" Dirga's tone is no less challenging. Just this time he spoke a little harshly to the girl he loved. He didn't realize that. His emotions had closed his mind.

"Yes! I will leave you! Because I-I-" I'm pregnant with Pras's son, baby.

"I'm what, Ay?!" dirga's jolt flashed furiously.

They argue very hard. Until the housekeeper Aya prefers to go out to give privacy to them. The sound of growls that filled the room dominated by white color. Aya was crying a few minutes ago. Aya had covered up her big secret. She was pregnant. And that question must be covered by itself. There will come a time when they know. Of course the girl had already felt an incredible heartache. Ah don't discuss the issue of Aya's heart.

Until the door was knocked for a long time, but did not attract their debate. As a result, the door knocker opened the door of Aya's room while stunned for a moment because he accidentally heard the quarrels Aya and Dirga. As a result they prefer to go out and do not want to disturb two people who argue strongly. Who is that guy? Of course, both parents of Salsa who want to see the state of his beloved nephew.

"They're why, Dad?" ask Mother Salsa while being led to sit in a chair next to the door of Aya's room. They prefer to wait there.

"Everyone has their own problems, Bun. Let them settle their affairs," said her husband softly.

"But the mother had heard that Aya had told Dirga to marry our daughter. Did you hear wrong?" ask wife. But he listened clearly.

"Dad listen, Bun. Let them solve the problem first. If you are in a calm position, we ask you carefully. Honestly, I was shocked to hear that. But we'll just wait for them. After all, Aya is still sick. We'd better wait quietly, Bun."

Wife nodded. Curiosity certainly engulfed them both. Again, they unintentionally listened to their debates. Or maybe they just misheard. Oh that's definitely not possible at all. They heard clearly. Even very....EVIDENTLY.

"But you're not feeling well yet, Dad,"

"because the mother's heart is currently being influenced by syaiton. Calm the mind bun," he said gently.

Wh why?

To be continued....