Pursuing the Love of Siti

61. Room date 2's

Brainstorm

The flashback

After the mother gives blessing to inspiration and siti

At 22:00 at Pearl green's apartment.

After getting the green light, the inspiration went straight home. His hope is that both his parents will come to wave siti for themselves. I walked to his car feeling happy.

His feet stopped when he saw the complex security guard who was praying. Inspiration dawned that he had forgotten that obligation. As a form of gratitude he had obtained.

Ilham took a car, then walked up to the security guard, waiting for him to finish praying.

"Can I help you, sir?" greet the security guard who saw the inspiration half sleepy.

"Eh, sorry, sir. I want a mosque near here where, yes." ask ilham.

"Oh, pray here, sir. Just take my prayer. I had a job so I had time to pray Isya."

the story of the security guard while sipping his coffee.

"No papa, sir." Inspiration feels bad about the kindness of the security guard.

"No papa, sir. The name of worship should not be ignored. We don't know when we're old."

"Thank you, sir."

inspiration stretched out his alphabet, the cry of Allahu akbar was heard from the man's mouth. With solemn inspiration chanting the prayer reading, until finally closed with the last rakaat.

The security guard stared at the inspiration who was praying.

He salutes the age now rarely seen

a strong young man of his religion.

"Thank you, sir. I say goodbye." ilham tried to leave the post security guard. I don't know why the head is a little dizzy.

The security guard has a body of inspiration to be broken down.

"If you are not healthy, you better rest. My hostel is behind the mas building. I will be bringing. It's a drink first." The security guard poured water on the inspiration.

There are a lot of things he has taken care of all day. From hospital work, accompanying the doctor's control, to the arrival of the jihan family who continue to urge him to marry their daughter.

Until the problem of the application of the site that seems sudden. All in his head. He realized that as an ordinary human being, he had limitations in carrying burdens.

At least after the prayer, the inspiration felt relieved. That is why people say prayer is a religious pole.similar to a house or dome, if the dome or supporting pole collapsed, it will collapse the entire large building as well. So if we do not establish prayer correctly, we have destroyed our religion.

Ilham sat near the security guard. Enjoy the beautiful night. But there was a figure of a man approaching him, the inspiration knew the man. He tried to stay friendly even though he knew that the man was back in his corner.

"Congratulations, yes, ham."

"Thank you, brother jo." replied ilham.

"Ham, have you been honest with the city about your shortcomings?"

ilham. For him it is still hard to tell about his infertility. He himself did not believe that. Trying not to be provoked by jonathan's talk, inspiration only returned the man with a smile.

"Sir, I say yes. It's been a little mengingan." say thank you to the security guard.

The security guard saw the face of inspiration still pale, trying to hold the man.

"No, sir. Father is very pale. Let me take you to my hostel. I would feel guilty if something happened to you."

inspiration was moved that someone was paying attention to him. They just knew.

"May your kindness be reciprocated with abundant kindness. Though we just met, but the father seemed to pay attention like a brother."

ilham.

"We are brothers sir. Same as the grandson of the prophet adam. My first name, just call dana." Said the security guard introducing himself.

"I'm inspired, mas dana." Inspiration to introduce myself.

Inspiration and funds go into the boarding house that is behind the building. The average person who lives there is a staff of apartment workers consisting of OB and security guards.

There are not many rooms, only 4 rooms. The average occupant is a man. inspiration must give up his athletic body narrowed with funds that are thin dry.

Dawn

Ilham woke up to find he was already in a field behind the apartment building. Shocked to find out that he wasn't sleeping in the room.

ilham ran to Dana's workplace post.

There are old fathers who just arrived, then put the bike in front of the security guard post.

"Sir, look dana mas no." asked the old man's inspiration.

"There's no such thing as dana. I have worked here for years. But we have to be careful.This used to be a housing complex of residents who were forcibly evicted. Until there are some people who die and are left alone." The father's story.

mk .hantu gentayangan ngajak salat.kan strange."

clique

"Would you introduce me to your mom's friend's son? please, mama doesn't remember when she introduced me to Jihan's sister. Now then? A tiara? Who else is that? I don't want to! Ma, I'm tired." brainstorm.

Mama mila shook her head. He doesn't like Siti. Mama Mila still hopes Siti can be her daughter-in-law, especially she already loves the girl. But life must also be realistic, it must go forward. Mama already knew that her mother did not approve of their relationship.

Mama understands, every mother would want the happiness of her child. Mama saw the inspiration to have tried to fight for siti even though in the end the girl went to choose jonathan. That already shows that inspiration and siti are not paired.

"Ham, try acquaintance first. Who knows if it could be your friend? Mama just wants to see you married, Neimang grandson, your age is 28 nak.Please, just this once."

"Ma, how am I going with jihan's leg? What did her family say if they knew I'd be with another woman."

Mama mila was silent. Just remembered the jihan and inspiration problem. The middle-aged woman gasped her breath violently. He's struggling with unfinished problems. Just breathing a sigh of relief after her husband's health improved, there were now new problems again.

"Ham, we'll think about it. At least we will fulfill their invitation first. Why don't you come home all night? Where's it?"

"Ilham has business, ma. Inspiration in the room first, ma." pamitnya to the room as well as clean themselves. Long time he wet his body with a shower.

"Now you pick me what's a jihan's leg?"

"Of course I choose you, no."

"But you're still heavy with leihan's leg. That means you chose him instead of me. If you don't come tonight, it means you agree I'm married to brother jo."

"Ti's.."

ilham looked at the siti who was running away from before him.

I'm sorry, I don't mean to disappoint you, but please understand my current situation.

Flashback off

clique

Siti entered the private room, walking to look at the contents of the room. His eyes were made a notjud when a luxurious dining table, let alone a sprinkling of red roses on it.

Welcome, Miss Tiara Ford."

A voice called out her name, Siti dizzy looking for the owner of the voice. Siti turned her body when she knew who Rama was.

Siti was shocked to find out who Rama was.

So did Rama who was shocked when he found out who Tiara was

"the inspired!"

"Site!"

They call each other at the same time. Expressing each other's surprise. Siti walked backwards as inspiration was about to approach her.

"So this is your excuse for not coming to see my family, ham. You're receiving a family meeting for another woman."

"Ti"

"What! what other reason did you make! I'm tired, ham. You're getting more and more stalling, what do you want?"

Quickly hugged his lover. Siti was silent for a moment when she felt the warmth of the embrace of inspiration. long time she permeated this moment.

"Ti, you're not tired of suudzon continuing to be with me."

"Sorry, ham."

"It's our happy night, ti. Please throw away your negative thoughts. I want us to have a happy night, because..."

Siti let go of an inspired hug "Because of what, ham?"

"Because tonight I will keep that promise." said the inspiration staring fixedly at the face of the city.

Their faces were filled with an aura of happiness. The hand of inspiration slid towards the neck of siti. Enjoying the soft lips of the woman he loved so much.

The sky and the stars are witnesses of their love. The moon again shines on the poet's heart from the darkness. But will the poet be the sun to warm the love in the heart of the girl.

"Siti will you marry me..."

Siti stared at the inspiration that was waiting for an answer.

Seriate

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