Second Pinang

Rice Mawut

Dani immediately pursed both of her lips. He could have let go of giving thanks so loudly after hearing Disa's answer. The food on his plate is not finished. Makes everyone wonder except Sita.

His sister laughed giggling. Dani takes water to neutralize her feelings. He sipped it until it ran out.

"Bu Nur, the cooking is delicious. The crab meat is sweet! Alhamdulillah, ha-ha-ha. I said it because of that." Dani was trying to clarify something.

Sita is eager to punish her brother. He quickly said, "We asked?"

Dani just realized, that the one there does not need any confirmation. They were all just shocked because the thanksgiving was so loud. Why is he so stupid today? He can only be silent.

After the lunch was over, Aidha and Salwa tidied up their things. Beworthy to all the families of Disa. Still reluctant to go home. Mamah Yuli persuaded them with great difficulty.

"Mom, Mas, Ust, I thank you for being bothered by Aidha and Salwa. I'm sorry we didn't bring anything here" Dani said.

"Fruit and snacks market this much kok say do not bring anything to, Nak Dani. Tomorrow there is no need to bother like this. Sister Aidha, Dik Salwa, must be the same old man huh? Later if there is a holiday to play at Mbah Nur's house!" reply mak Nur.

The two girls were happy not to be a bitch. As per their expectation that it is still allowed to stay another time. Everyone shakes hands, then says goodbye. Dani still took the time to glance at the smile of Disa while in the car.

Disa and her family went back into the house. Mas Wakhid brought all the dirty dishes to the kitchen. He turned on the water to wash it off. Mak Nur sat down and watched his daughter from behind.

"Sa, do you feel like there's anything from Nak Dani?" ask mak Nur.

He was silent to the question. Almost the plate in his hand fell and broke. Mas Wakhid felt his sister was not ready to answer.

"What's so weird, Mom?" ask me Wakhid.

"Like .., there's a sense of interest in Disa, Nang." Mak Nur glanced at the expression on Disa's face from behind her back.

"What time, Mom? How come Wakhid doesn't feel that way?"

"You've never been sensitive, Nang!"

Disa and Wakhid even laughed at the words of Mak Nur. The task of washing dishes is over. He went straight to his room. Take the phone and see the existing updates.

There were two missed calls from Aris. He immediately sent a message to her. Maybe there is something to be conveyed by a man who has just asked his parents for permission.

Mas Aris: Later wear nice clothes yes, Dik. And pretty dandan. Don't be mediocre.

Disa frowned at the message. There were a lot of questions in his mind. He kept his cell phone again, then started doing homework.

While in the car, Sita whispered to her sister. Want to know how Dani feels after hearing that someone wants to propose to Disa. He was afraid that Aidha and Salwa would hear his words. So he brought his lips closer to Dani's ear.

"Heart safe?" ask Sita.

Dani breathed an annoyed sigh. His sister always bothered him. Sita must have known the answer. No need to ask again! That would make the heart of that handsome widower poignant.

"If the application is really up to marriage how?" ask Sita again.

"Bok if you're doing your best to, Ta!" dani's upset.

"Wk-wk-gr. Glad to see your facial expression sprained but can't do anything ...,"

Dani clucked loudly, "Reza also wants to greet the children of the old man! How are you?"

Dani won a landslide. His sister's face became grim. No more giggling laughs. I can only keep quiet about getting that question.

"Where do I know? Ask yourself dong same mas Za .., ha-ha-ha. His style is the best. Hearts when I get stabbed by a dagger. Yeah, right?"

Mamah Yuli. The two adults were silent. Apparently from earlier only Dani and Sita were fussing themselves. Aidha and Salwa play on their cell phones.

***

Kumandang adzan maghrib. Make all those who are Muslim immediately fulfill their obligations. Dani became a priest for the people who lived in that house. Run three mandatory prayers.

After the salad Dani usually dhikr. But this time it's different. His heart and mind were thinking of someone. Yeah, definitely a woman. Who else if not Disa?

He chose to teach her so that her heart could be calmer. But unfortunately, that sense of calm was washed away as Disa's face flashed across her mind. Dani chose to be alone in the room. Look at his wife's picture and smile.

"Can't you be my confiding friend like you used to be? There's something I want to say. But, back off to tell you? Because it's about another woman. Honestly .., I fell in love with her at first sight." Dani hugs a photo of herself and Inaya.

Silence mute. Hope there will be a voice that disperse the daydream. But it didn't happen. He put down the photo again, then took out a piece of paper. Scratch black ink on white paper. Pouring his heart and head.

Meeting you was an accident, though,

Coming to your house was the meeting I was looking forward to,

I can't help this joy, though,

But I'm also wary of the man who's about to propose to you,

This tightly locked heart can falter only because of your personality,

What do I have to cover for you?

Do you know about the taste that sticks out in my mind?

Don't you want to know?

Only the best I can do for you,

Disa Nur Izzah's.

Dani's bedroom door was knocked by someone. He immediately opened it, Sita was grimacing at him.

"What else is it?" ask Dani sewot.

"Buskey! Why atuh? I was told to buy some food, Mas Dani what do you want? Fried rice? Thek-thek noodles? The kwetiaw? Or mawut rice?" Sita mentioned the menu.

Dani thought for a while to determine what food he would eat tonight. In accordance with his feelings tonight who was upset and upset, he decided to cook mawut rice.

"Let's like your feelings are again mawut because makirin mbak Disa ya?" sita Goda by raising her eyebrows.

Dani won't answer. He immediately kicked Sita out. Close the door of his room tightly and lock from the inside. He thought that his sister had a sixth sense. Just know his heart.

Sita started walking out of the complex. He chose to walk. The reason is trivial, lazy to take out a motorbike that has been parked in the garage of the house. The food vendor was not far from home. Just in front of the complex advanced a little.

The steps become frozen when they get there. A man she knew greeted her. A smile that had not been seen for a long time, now they were in front of Sita again.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ta!"