Not Just a Taste

Pesantren

...~Happy Reading~...

"Wear your veil, Ele!" reprimand the father when he gets out of the car.

Yes, after a fairly long and long journey, now finally the car that was driven by Mr. Brata and Eleena has arrived at a place that was promised Mr. Brata the other day.

"Pa, let Papa think again. Papa tega, do you just play Papa here?" tanya Eleena was still trying to reprimand her with her father.

"Papa never threw you away. Instead, Papa wants the best for you!" replied Mr. Brata while sighing quite heavily.

"But Ele feels dumped here, Pa!" moaned Eleena by putting on a face as clear as possible.

"Wear your veil properly, so we can get in!" said Mr. Brata chose to ignore his daughter's whining.

Inevitably, Eleena finally re-attached her veil properly. Her clothes are neat with army green colored robe and matching pasmina veil.

Supposedly, the girl already looked beautiful and graceful. However, in because of her face that is very ketus with her gait Eleena who is very beyond reason a woman.

"Assalamu'alaikum, welcome Mr. Brata," greeted a handsome and shady man who was ready to wait for the arrival of Mr. Brata and his daughter.

"Walaikumsalam, good afternoon Mr. Mike. I'm sorry, if I let you know all of a sudden, but I really really need your help," said Mr. Brata to his old friend who was none other than and not one of the founders of the boarding school that he now visited.

Mike Pranata, a well-known businessman in Jakarta who has several large companies and many branches almost all over Indonesia.

Now, the man at an old age chose to take care of the boarding school that he made a few years ago for his children.

Yes, starting from his first child who wants to study at the boarding school. Mike chose to set up the cottage so that his son felt comfortable and of course safe.

Mike teams up with a kiyai to set up the cottage. Until after ten years of walking, now the cottage is increasingly crowded even already quite famous in the city.

"No need to bother Brata. Come on, come on in first." Mike invited his guests in.

At once, Mr. Brata immediately turned his body and looked at his daughter who looked lazy to enter the cottage.

"Geele!" reprimand Mr. Brata while staring intently at his daughter.

"Males Pa, look into their eyes at Ele. Papa is not afraid what, if later here Ele in the bully, continue Ele cry and commit suicide. Papa's not afraid, if—"

"Astaghfirullah, " mr. Brata immediately closed his eyes while taking a deep breath.

He was really not out of thought, with the way his daughter's mind was too far to wander freely.

"Sorry Mr. Mike, forgive my daughter," added Mr. Brata now looking at Mike who actually smiled at the attitude of Eleena.

"It's okay, Brata. I understand, "said Mike nodded his head, "Uma, please take Eleena in." added Mike staring at a beautiful woman who had just arrived.

"Assalamu'alaikum sir Brata," said the woman who is none other than Arshyla, the wife of a Mike Pranata.

"Walaikumsalam, Miss Arsy," replied Brata while pocketing both hands.

"Please go straight in, sir, let Eleena be with me" Arsy said with a friendly smile.

Mike and Mr. Brata immediately went into the cottage. While Arsy tried to persuade Eleena who was still reluctant to enter.

"You were very small before. Why are you so fast growing up, son," said Arsy in a voice so soft that immediately made Eleena speechless and immediately looked at the beautiful shade of her face.

"Mom."

...~To be continuous......