Second Pinang

Only with you

Dani closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Like I regret something. Okay, this time he won't confirm anything. He wanted Disa to call him 'mas'.

"My fault for saying that? You call Reza wearing a mas! Call me father, I'm so old!" dani said she doesn't remember her age.

Sita was stunned to hear her brother say that. He is a father, isn't he? And again, he's 45, isn't that old? Or is he half old?

Reza laughed at Dani. For Reza, Dani is old among those in the car. Why did the man become envious of the name Disa for Reza? It's strange! Dani is weird.

Disa did not want to discuss the conversation further. He feels Dani is increasingly showing him, that tucked into the flavor that Dani prepared for him. Dani said something strange twice today. The first one was not so he thought, but the one now?

They had reached the house of Disa. Mak Nur who had just finished cleaning the dried leaves, was surprised to see the condition of his daughter who was washed by Sita. Dani explained the disaster that happened. Mak Nur could only give thanks because Disa did not suffer severe injuries.

"Dani's motorbike takes it to the workshop first, Mak. Tomorrow Friday morning Dani take orders for rice. Uh, can rice orders still be made?" Dani asked Disa. The woman just nodded.

"Don't move much, be careful if you want to go to the bathroom," Dani's message was like a husband who worried about his wife.

Mak Nur as a mother, sensitive to Dani's worries. It might be true if Dani likes her daughter. He only smiled bitterly if the prejudice was true. Seeing the status of Dani who is a two-child widower, is the hardest thing here.

Mak Nur heard about the hard-hearted Aidha. What if Disa was rejected because of that child? All he thought about, Dani would choose Aidha. I can't imagine what it will look like in the future.

Dani, Sita, and Reza say goodbye. The mak Nur daydream. He advised carefully on the way home. Thank you for helping Disa.

"Son Dani," call Mak Nur.

Dani turned, "Dalem, Mak. What's up?"

"May Mak speak for a moment? Just with you," asked Mak Nur. Dani nodded.

Mak Nur and Dani sit on the terrace. Reza and Sita get in the car first. Curious about what her mother was talking about with Dani. But what power? His leg is injured.

Both Reza and Sita were curious about the four-eyed talk. Want to immediately ask Dani what he talked to mak Nur.

"How do you feel after a long time not meeting Mbak Disa, Mas?" tanya Sita started a conversation that might get hot.

Reza looked back, frowning deeply, not knowing the direction of Sita's question. "Obviously, try to change your question. Don't you want to know how I feel every time you see me?"

Sita tidied up the hijab as her hands started to sweat. One thing he could conclude, that Reza had completely forgotten about Disa. There were no special feelings for her foster brother anymore. Seen from the look of Reza's eyes when helping Disa.

"Emang ..., how would you feel if you met me?"

"Want to immediately justify you, to be a friend of your life, until we meet in His heaven. Want to share all your ideals, complained, and happy in one blanket we later. Try not to run away first, surely now we have children, huh?" ask Reza.

Sita laughed happily. Hearing Reza's simple but capable heart expression takes him flying until he reaches nirvana. The man also smiled.

"I deg-deg ser tomorrow want to see your parents, Mas." Sita remembers the meeting tomorrow.

"Yes, Mas. Groggily!" sita answered making Reza laugh.

"No need to be nervous, Ta. This is Dani dikomongin what is the same mak Nur? How long?"

Agree with Reza. Why was Dani so long? Could Mak Nur be against their relationship?

***

The atmosphere of the Ash-Shidiqqiyah pesantren hut feels so soothing. Seen the activity of the students who study there. They are studying the nahwu shorof. There is a separation barrier between santriwan and satriwati. A teacher is teaching by holding a mic to amplify the sound.

The teacher was a man with a tall stature. The sapodilla skin is mature, the eyes are narrow, and have a sideburn up to the chin. He ended his class that day with a hamdalah reading and a do'a closing assembly.

"Ustaz Aji, called Kyai Shodiqun. Waiting for him on the terrace pendopo." Aji nodded and immediately cleared his book.

Aji Samudra is an ustaz in the boarding house. He's about 36 years old. He is the son of the pesantren owner. Still single, because it has not found the right figure to be a wife. He was much appreciated by women.

He walked to the pendopo. Seeing that he was together uminya. He scratched the nape that was not itchy. Sighing heavily as if knowing what to say.

"Wes done, Nang?" ask Umi Rodiyah or commonly called buk Yah. (It's over, son?)

Aji nodded. He greeted both of his parents full of reverence. Buk Yah offered warm tea to his son. Abah started talking about marriage again.

Aji could only nod without wanting to argue anything. He accepted abah's wish. This match will be in four days. He knew the woman he was going to marry.

They used to be a boarding house. Getting to know each other after graduation. It just so happened that Umi knew the woman's parents. Until Yah meets in person and falls in love with the girl.

Buk Yah told me about the woman. They agree to match Aji with him. Umi also told the girl's parents.

"Surely he will accept you, Ji. Clever, hafidz Qur'an, got a steady job, let alone a lack of it?" ask Abah.

"Don't be arrogant, Bah. Who knows, Aji was rejected by him. Remember, Bah, God's arranged soul mate." Aji reminded his brother.

"Yes Abah knows. Yes if rejected means ...," said Abah cut by Aji.

"That doesn't mean a soul mate, Bah. Aji wants to get ready for Maghrib prayer. Abah and Umi set everything up. Aji goes with you guys." Aji greets her parents and then goes to the room.

Abah and Umi looked at each other. Are they forcing their will? What they chose for Aji was not just any woman. Although from not from a well-off family, but this woman has the advantage.

High courtesy, glorifying parents, and also a Qur'an hafidz like Aji. Very rare woman in modern times like now. Most of the women today only improve their outward appearance, without any doubt about their hearts.

"The ballerinas already know our arrival, right?" ask Abah.