Red Noctah
The Part 39
"Assalamu'alaikum ..." cordial greeting from someone who has just attended. All eyes were on him, in a flash the woman who had arrived the most late was the center of attention of everyone present there.
"Wa'alaikumussalam .. who the heck, God is my idol," Alan chirped.
"Who the hell, there is our class that looks hijab fashion. The feeling of everything." Grace looked excited while wondering.
"Yes, so graceful!" Amel.
"Sorry, guys, I'm a little late." When nodding politely with a sweet smile adorned his face.
"Oh Allah, huh Nabila? I swear I'm pangling, you're so pretty, adem." Alan was not pleased to praise him.
"Hi, Alan, thank you, you haven't changed in the past?"
"Yes, not power rangers, '" he answered successfully mmbuk guyonan there.
"Hooh, just keep the mode, here Bil, be careful not to get close, danger," should Disya pull the hand When to sit closer to him.
"Bim, how different is it?" It was the voice of Alan, who was so fascinated by Nabila's current appearance.
"Don't have a crush!" bisma's reply continued to highlight his ex-wife.
They sat together, talking to each other. They greeted each other friendly and familiar.
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Bila and Bhishma's eyes met each other, they stared at each other in silence. Before it was finally cut off because Hanum offered attention by getting food for Bhishma.
"Your son is not coming?" ask if the first one is in his brain once he meets Disya.
"So come along, invited by his father to walk, you said bring your son, where? Why do I keep single for sure?" seducy Disya.
"No, everyone knows that when I got married, my son was at home. It was a little fussy, this also did not want to come, but it was not nice to have a special invitation from the one who had the event."
Sinta and Hanum join nimbrung between Disya and Bila, they embrace each other to give up longing after so many new years meet.
All the gestures of the woman were not separated by the gaze of Bhishma. The man really observes without getting bored, sometimes the woman feels uncomfortable being stared at the opposite sex to the extent.
"Bisma, see what the hell .. would you like this? The churros are melting." Hanum caper, continue to pay attention to that one-child widower. Not accidentally the scene was not spared from observation when.
"Yes, thank you, Num, I'll take it myself."
"Jiah ... shy again, ask bribed bismanya," said Alan pretentious. Hanum smiled in response.
"OK gaes .. while enjoying the banquet, we start the show huh?"
"Assalamu'alaikum .. friends, greetings may be healthy always in the protection of Allah. Thank you for attending this amazing event, meeting kangen after so many new years, of course, the highly anticipated event."
"Okay, duration yes .. It seems like you guys don't really like my voice either, so just take the point. This is my future wife, Nadia Mustika, bestie ter the best, who God willing will be the future mother of my children later. Great teacher's son in this town, it's amazing." Faro looked at Nadia with a glint.
"Perhaps, I am the luckiest person, aamiin .. I hope the beautiful plan that we want to put together will go well, without any obstacles. Our intention here is to gather all of you, friends, the most solid alumni family, especially for the first friendship event of course, and the bonus we want to convey the happy news, he said, by giving us our wedding invitation."
All eyes were on Faro and the beautiful girl in sar'i hijab beside him. For Bila himself, quite shocked because he did not think his future wife Faro was his brother Ustadz Zaki. Whether it was a coincidence or what, they were reunited here.
Nadia gave her best greetings, with a friendly smile. The best prayer just flows, for both. No one ever knew the soul mate of that secret. They will meet at the right place, and at the right time.
"Okay, friends, before entering the banquet, the event will be led by his beloved, the cousin of my future wife Ustadz Zaki, he is also a lecturer at the university bu Disya. Cool yes Miss Disya, this husband is the owner of our beloved campus. Where's Miss Disya?" Faro is looking for his best friend.
"Yes that sit in the corner, accompanied ... who the hell? Pangling me?"
"Mbak Nabila, Mum?" nadia smiled.
"Alhamdulillah, it turns out my wife, uh I mean my future wife already knows of you. May you please stay awake?"
"Capek also said, time and place please Mr. Ustadz Zaki, led his prayer?" faro gives place, space, and time.
Ustadz Zaki saluted first, only then led a prayer of kindness to all present. The event continued friendly intimacy with each other. Mutual nostalgia, there are also men who discuss business issues. All become one with each other.
"Bak Bila, did God meet here?" Nadia and Bila hug each other.
"Where's Razik mbak, tomorrow I play? Really kangen with Razik, tomorrow I invite Bang Zaki as well, let's be cool," he smiled.
"You're familiar," pointed out Disya amazed.
"We've lived in Bang Zaki boarding school, Ma'am, so it's pretty familiar."
"Owh .. that, not expect yes, can be real gini. If you know lo pinter najai, yesterday I did not have to bother looking for a tutor for tutoring for Reagan and Realy. But no pa-pa anyway, recommended from my husband is the best."
"Nadia is better? Cool is it anyway?"
"No, Ma'am If you learn the same Bang Zaki." They are busy chatting together. Stimulate each other and familiarize themselves.
While on a different side, there are people who are gawking in disbelief. He was Alan, dumbstruck with his future wife Faro, the woman had met him once, not expecting admiration at first sight to end broken before it had clung.
"Hong, the devil's welcome!" Bisma patted Alan's shoulder.
"Astaghfirullah .. ngagetin aja, Bim, kesel ah .. that Faro kok pinter really looking for his wife. Where are the rich models. According to you, Nabila doesn't fit?" Alan raised his eyebrows.
"No!" bisma replied upset.
"Idiih .. sensimin, from the past always was that, there was no clarity, the marriage turn with his brother mewek, now it is not a sister-in-law anymore, still aja rempong."
"Sotoy really?" Bhishma is self-dejected, always denying moments of remembering their past.
"Back with yuk Bim?" tawar Hanum enthusiastic.
"Cie .. ahem ahem, a lot of turns seem to be out of retirement." Bisma. The atmosphere outside happened to be raining when the event session was over.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Nabila?" greet Ustadz Zaki friendly.
"Valayevansalam ... Ustadz." The woman cupped her hands together on her chest lowered politely.
"How are you, when, Razik's healthy?"
"Well, thank God you're healthy Ustadz."
"Thank God then, miss Razik," he said in earnest.
"Why aren't you with your husband?" kepo tanyanya.
"That's your husband, isn't it? Bhishma looks familiar to other women, did something happen?" Bila glanced at the side quite a distance away, where Bisma and Hanum were standing outside the cafe like he was waiting for the rain to subside.
Their eyes meet each other. Bisma shone a cold look at her being with Ustadz Zaki. The man was indifferent without saying hello or responding to a man who had been close to his son.
"We ... have a way on a different sheet?" answer when bowed.
"Owh .. sorry, there's no intention of bringing that up, who's patient?" said sincerely. When nodding.
"If you don't mind, can I take you home?"
Ustadz Zaki's offer suddenly makes it upset itself. He first looked at Bhishma over there who was joking with Hanum and Sinta.
