
Ustad Yunus who saw him only chuckled, what he thought was funny was Abi Hamdan's depressed face.
"Yes, equally," said Abi Hamdan, then pushed Joe's chest to get out of his body. While Robert's own embrace he let, because the hug of the boy was other than his Daddy. Feels warm and comfortable. "Now you come with Opa to the house. There are some conditions that you must complete, before you can marry Syifa, Jon." Looked at Joe sharply. And when he stood up, Robert's body actually became involved. Both of the boy's hands were still around his neck. He doesn't want to come off, keeps sticking.
Quickly Abi Hamdan grabbed his little buttocks, then put them to his right waist.
Robert considers, the key to success so that Syifa and Joe can get married is sourced from Abi Hamdan, so he is very grateful to him.
"What are the terms, sir?" joe asked curiously. Slowly he also stood up while re-justifying the scabbard which again sagged.
"No need to ask a lot, you come to the house first. Let me say it well" said Abi Hamdan, who had gone first with Robert in a sling.
"I'm saying goodbye, yes, Ustad. Thank you for the color lesson" said Joe to Ustad Yunus who had just stood up. His right hand was slowly stretched out toward him, giving five hundred thousand pieces of money he had taken in his pocket.
"Together, sir." Ustad Yunus nodded his head. However, he has not taken the money in Joe's hands. "What's the money for, sir?" tanyanya.
"For Ustad, let's just say it's for cigarettes, because it taught me and Robert today" Joe replied.
"No need, sir," Ustad Yunus refused, shaking his head and pushing Joe's hand slowly. "I sincerely teach Father and Dek Robert. I just wish that Father and Deck Robert could have a privilege."
"What is it, Tad?" joe asked confusedly.
"Consistent, Sir. Firm on the stand, in order to truly be a true Muslim."
"Amen." Joe rubbed his face. Show what Ustad Yunus did at the hospital. Form of expressing gratitude or guaranteeing a do'a. "Hopefully yes, Tad."
"Yes, sir." Ustad Yunus nodded, then smiled as Joe had already stepped away from the gate of the mosque.
***
Meanwhile, in the courtyard of Abi Hamdan's house, there was a golden-yellow Lamborghini that had just stopped.
Before long, the two men in there went down. Both are Fahmi and Pak Haji Samsul. They also set their feet toward the simple house in front of there, then squeezed the bell attached to the front door.
Ting, keg!
Ting, keg!
Not waiting for a long time, the door was opened by Umi Maryam.
Ceklek~
"Eh, Nak Fahmi, Mr. Haji Samsul." Umi Maryam called out in surprise, seeing the two people at the door. Earlier, Abi Hamdan did not say if there would be those who would visit the house. 'Said Mr. Joe who will come to the house, but how are they?' confused mind.
"Assalamualaikum, Umi" said Fahmi. He immediately festively hands Umi Maryam and kisses the back of her hand.
"Greetings walaikum. Have a seat, Nak Fahmi, Mr. Haji." Umi Maryam pointed towards the chair on the porch of her house. "I'm sorry, but at home there's only Umi alone."
"Where did Ustad Hamdan and the Shifa go, Mom?" ask Mr. Haji Samsul while sitting in one of the plastic chairs. Fahmy sat next to him. In an empty chair.
"Syifa has not returned to teach, but if Abinya .. she is most in the mosque," explained Umi Maryam. "Before ... I made drinks for Mr and Nak Fahmi first, huh?"
"Yes, Mom." Haji Samsul nodded.
"Wait a minute, Mi!" yahmi exclaimed which made Umi Maryam stop her steps, when she entered the house.
"Yes, Fahmi's son?" The old woman looked.
"I wanted to make mango juice, yeah! No coffee or milk" he said without embarrassment. He asked because his mouth wanted to drink juice.
"Yes, son." Umi Maryam nodded with a smile. "Umi'll make it, wait a minute!" Then, he continued his steps into the house. But his mind started thinking. 'What do you want, yeah, them? Do they want to cancel the match? If it's true, thank goodness.'
Without realizing it, Umi Maryam looks relieved. If true, Fahmi did not marry his daughter.
*
About 5 minutes, Umi Maryam returned with a tray containing a glass of mango juice and a cup of black coffee. Fortunately, he had a stock of mangoes, so being able to make his own, there was no need to buy juice to someone else.
"Please drink and eat" he said, serving on a plastic table. In addition to drinks, there are several pieces of marble sponge as well, which are placed on a small plate.
"Oh yeah, Umi, Syifa went home to teach at what time?" ask Fahmi. Slowly his hand grabbed a piece of sponge. But before taking it, he chose it to touch it first. Want to feel if the sponge is really soft or not. "And this sponge makes it yourself what to buy?"
"That's Umi who made it, son," said Umi Maryam. "If Syifa, she used to come home around 12 or 1."
Fahmi stared straight at his expensive watch on his wrist. It shows at 11. "That means Syifa will be home soon, Umi. Oh yeah, why the hell, Umi ... Syifa never wants to reply to my chat? Especially the phone."
"Maybe Syifa's not holding the phone anymore, son." Umi Maryam herself does not know the reason. But he deliberately guessed the origin, so as not to hurt the man's feelings.
"But if it's like that, it's hard for me to know about him, Mi. Though ... many important things I want to discuss with him."
"Later Nak Fahmi can ask directly, if Syifa has returned home," suggested Umi Maryam.
"I'm allowed to take him to school, okay? I want you to see where he teaches." Fahmi slowly stood up, then confirmed the short red shirt and the skewed pecans.
"Let's wait for Abinya to come home, let her go first."
"When you wait for him to come home, it will be a long time. Pick up the most, I can't wait to meet Syifa. Kangen." Fahmi immediately bent his body while kissing the back of Umi Maryam's hand. Even though the woman tried to forbid, but she seemed to not care. Stay tight to pick up Syifa, ride her shiny yellow car.
"Oh yes, ma'am, about ... I agree, right, if for example Fahmi and Syifa's marriage is accelerated?" asked Pak Haji Samsul suddenly which made Umi Maryam turn her head.
...Yes obviously don't agree 😂...