Not Just a Taste

Confusion Maira

...~Happy Reading~...

"Umma talked to Ele?" maira asked when she saw the mother who had just closed her phone call.

The middle-aged woman with a light brown robe combined with a slightly old brown hijab, smiling knots stared fixedly at her daughter.

"Are you sure that you will accept all this?" ask the girl again with feelings that are very difficult to explain.

"Abi talked to my sister. And your brother has already agreed, so we can only help prayer. Hopefully this is the best," said umma Chila slowly.

"But what about Ele, Umma?" maira complains with glassy eyes, "Umma—"

"Dear, pray for the best."

"Maira will talk to you directly!" The girl immediately got up from her seat and ran looking for the whereabouts of the older brother.

Tracing every class and room in the area of the cottage, regardless that he entered the male cottage.

Bruk!

"Astaghfiullah!"

"Auwwhhhh sick!" maira complained as her body fell to the floor when it collided with someone.

"Sorry," said a man wearing a white scabbard with light blue cocoa, seen bowing his head without any intention of helping the girl wake up.

Hufft!

Sighing his coarse breath, Maira immediately got up and stood up on her own, "Where is Brother Yusuf?"

"He's in the Hall" the man replied after realizing who he had hit.

"Oh, next time, watch your step. And please take the water again! Assalamu'alaikum!" maira said slightly clucked and ran back towards the hall.

Meanwhile, the man who just realized that his ablution had been canceled by the girl who owned the cottage, was only able to sigh his resignation.

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Upon arriving at the Hall, Maira could see that her brother was still filling tausyiah for the fathers, around the cottage.

Indeed, once every week, after ba'da ashar, there will definitely be a gathering of the neighbors around. If usually Abi Mike will fill it, but now in because Abi does not exist, be Joseph who replaces the father.

Long enough Maira stood outside while waiting for the event to finish. After a while, some people disbanded.

Quickly, Miara immediately entered without caring about the few people still left inside the Hall.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Maira immediately approached the brother.

"Waalaikumsalam, Maira right? When's her coming home?" ask one of the fathers who was just about to go home.

"It's been two weeks sir" Maira replied a little clumsy.

Although he covered his face with a veil, still there are still those who recognize him. Perhaps from the way he walked and his voice that was not soft had become his trademark.

"The son of the Father has also returned from Jakarta. Maybe, if Maira son does not mind, me and my son can stop by the house," said the father who was immediately arrested by Maira as well as Yusuf.

"Hehehe, sorry sir. I am still in college, after all my sister has not, when I want to jump, yes it is impossible right," replied Maira smiling behind her veil.

Although Maira veiled if outside, but still the style of bar bars and ceplos are very difficult to avoid.

That one girl was indeed never able to be gentle like her sister.

"My son is handsome, well established, too," said the father without heartbreak.

"My brother and Abi are also good-looking sir, more established as well. I'm sorry sir, I need to be with Yusuf's brother, we'll excuse you first, assalamu'alaikum," maira said quickly holding Yusuf's hand to exit the Hall to make the man unconsciously hold his smile.

It's not the first time, her sister has gotten such an offer. In the year before, Maira had also invited many ta'aruf even directly come to propose, but always rejected raw.

...~To be continue... ...