Second Pinang

Troublesome

He was fulfilling his obligation. Calm the heart from all the words of Aris's parents that are so heart-piercing. When finished, he chose to do a little recitation and muroja'ah. The phone that rings makes the activity stop.

Can see the call from who goes into his gawai. Then he smiled. The person who was asked to help her had already responded. Soon he ended the muroja'ah and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum," said Disa softly.

"Wa'alaikum salam. It's still in the mosque, right?" ask Rida.

Disa asked Rida for help. Because he knew, Rida's house was not far from the mosque. Hope you want to help him.

"Still, Ma'am. Sorry to be a hassle." Disa expressed her bad taste.

"No papa Ust, please wait about fifteen minutes huh?"

"Excite, Ma'am. No need to rush. I have a lot of free time" replied Disa.

"Okay, Assalamu'alaikum," said Rida.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Removed the phone from his ear.

Can clear his mucus. Tidying up the hijab and immediately waiting on the terrace of the mosque. Mas Wakhid was already there and was trying to contact someone. Maybe ask for help like Disa did.

"Whose phone, Mas?" ask Disa.

"My friend, I'm gonna borrow a bike for us to get home." Mas Wakhid is still busy with his cell phone.

"It doesn't matter, Mas. Disa has asked for help from her brother Sita, Ms. Rida. His house just so happens to be close by. Thank God he wants us to bother." He sat beside Wakhid.

"Alhamdulillah ..., Nduk, now you know how the Aris family?" ask me Wakhid.

Silence did not answer. He's still talking about Aris's parents. Looking into her own eyes. Just thinking of the world.

"Saran Mas, no longer need to be related to Aris. There are still many men who want to ask you. Please don't tell my mom. Mas Wakhid is afraid that later my mother will be hurt if she hears you being underestimated," said mas Wakhid.

Disa nodded, she let out a long sigh and then threw it away. "I'm sorry, Mas. Can trouble Mas Wakhid continues."

"It's okay. You are our little sister. We have to control. Mas and the others won't let you go for insincere men."

"Satur suwun sanget, Mas." His phone rings again.

Call from Rida. Soon he picked it up. He nodded and moved the phone away from his ear.

"Mmm ..., Mas, mbak Rida can not take us home .., but ...," said Disa doubt.

"But what?" ask me Wakhid.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said a man made Wakhid and Disa turn.

The man smiled warmly at the two. Wakhid stuttered a little to know who was coming. Dani is the one who greeted them. Like a deliberate coincidence.

Mas Wakhid looked at Disa. Signal and ask if Dani will take them home? Disa nodded. It seems like Rida is also conspiring to bring them together again.

"Rida told me to pick up Mas Wakhid and Ustadzah here. He's out of town" Dani explained.

"Out of town? Why didn't Rida say, huh?" tanya Disa was confused.

"Maybe it's bad to refuse. Yes, thank you, Dani. Help from God comes with the right people" said Mas Wakhid made a question in his head.

Don't want to waste time because the night is getting late. Dani allowed them to get into the car. Mas Wakhid sat with Dani. Disa sat directly behind Wakhid.

Dani caught that smile from the rearview mirror. Refraining so that the feeling of pleasure does not come out. Still afraid to show what he really feels. Yeah, he's scared. There were a lot of things she had to think about before deciding to say her current feelings.

Mas Wakhid smiled at a glance. It was like watching a kid yesterday afternoon learning romance. The man next to her was a widower. One more thing he admired from Dani, which was to be able to resist his passionate desire for his sister.

"It's very fond of the rain." Mas Wakhid disperse the daydreams of Disa.

Dani looked over and ooh ria. "But he's afraid of the same old glade." Wakhid continued his sentence.

Could have poked his brother on the shoulder, "Why tell Mr. Dani what he likes and fears?"

"Yes papa, Mas would just want Mas Dani to know about you," said Mas Wakhid sheathed intent that can not be translated by Dani.

Dani asked about the daily life of Mas Wakhid who works as a fisherman. His eyes sometimes looked at the silent Disa behind. Still afraid to start a conversation. But since then, Wakhid has given him a chance.

"It can be best at making sweet spicy prawns, squid chili chili, the same scallops of pasture sauce. A lot of people from the office usually order food with him." Mas Wakhid favored the advantages of Disa again.

"Mas ...," whined Disa was upset.

"Oh, huh? Can my dong be made for the next Friday?" ask Dani more casually.

"What way, sir?" ask Disa.

"Fum'at blessings. I ordered a hundred box of sambal squid rice. Six o'clock in the morning I'll take it home, will you?"

Disa nodded. "It's not stale until the afternoon, is it?" ask Dani again.

"God does not, sir. No need to go home. Let me take you with me when I go to teach." Disa tried to negotiate with Dani.

"Don't you bother carrying it! Let me take it."

"No, Sir. I usually bring it if there's an order." Disa insisted on refusing it.

"Please don't reject it, because I will still insist on taking the order. How much does it cost?"

Disa becomes upset that Dani still wants to take her order home. He chose to be quiet and catch his breath. Mas Wakhid tried to mediate the small debate. Funny too for people of Dani's age to still want to win on their own.

"Thank you for Dani's proposal, Nduk. He just doesn't want you to bother. Disa usually receives payment after the food is distributed to its target destination, Mas," replied mas Wakhid.

"Oh, that. I don't think I'm paying now so I can for capital."

"Ck! Do all rich people like you always measure everything out of money?" He raised his voice an octave.

Dani is shocked by Disa's anger. What's wrong with him? Did his words offend Disa? He remembered his words again. Nothing seems wrong. Dani decided to pull the car over for a moment.

Getting out of the car, setting yourself up under the rain. Dani gave an umbrella to Wakhid who was about to follow his sister. He chose to stay in the car.

"Sa, what's wrong with you? How angry is Dani?" ask Wakhid while covering for his sister.

Disa shook her head. He also doesn't know why it's so. Is it because of Aris' family speech?

"Don't lose with anger, Nduk. Istighfar. If you are angry because of the words of the Aris family, you should not take it out on Dani mas. He's ready to help us, Nduk. He just doesn't want to make it hard for you. Yes already? Don't be mad anymore."

Disa nodded. Follow his brother's advice. They got back in the car.

"Sorry,"