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Chat message from Ayudia Qonniah

Some time before.

Ulum stepped slowly towards Aida who was still busy sewing in her room. Before sitting down, the man's lips sighed. Sighing that sounded heavy even to the point of sounding in Aida's ears. The woman turned a glance before returning to the needle and thread that would be put in place.

"Why, Mas?" Ask Aida later.

"Why, what?"

"That's it, his breathing was so rich it was so heavy," he answered still focusing on the machine.

Ulum flinched, looking at the slender back of his wife wrapped in hijab, and the long-sleeved batik negligee.

"Is there a problem?" Aida asked again. Along with that, Qonni who was about to approach his mother suddenly stopped. It seems like Mom and Dad are talking seriously.

"According to Mother, if anyone is applying and intends to marry Qonni after she gives birth, how?"

The deg! The woman who accidentally eavesdropped touched her chest. Intentions want to go back in instead just restrained because of the words of Father earlier.

Aida looked back quickly. "Groom, Qonni? Who?"

Ulum did not answer directly. Aida rose up with the tape meter still hanging around her neck.

"That guy, was it?" Ask while approaching after that sitting next to Ulum.

"Yep–"

"Oh my God, how is it, huh?"

"What do you mean, you mean?"

"Yes, I know Qonni just lost her husband. He still likes the late nangisin. Do you want to get married again?"

"Actually, I don't mean it either. But if you think about marrying a child is also not something wrong. When Sayyidah Hapsah had just become a widow, Sayyidah Oemar bin Khattab immediately offered his daughter to other friends.Because yes, to avoid her slander as a widow."

Qonni who was still there instantly closed his eyes. Sadness seemed to come back to her.

Can't he maintain his widow's status for Aaron. True to his expectations, Ilyas came not only to repair his father's computer but proposed to him as well.

How disappointed he felt at Ulum's father, if until the man who became his role model all this time to receive the glasses young man. Hurriedly his feet stepped in, no longer wanting to listen to the conversation between his mother and father.

"What era is this, Mom? Do not equate the time of the Prophet with our time today. Women today are not what they used to be. Men are the same, not like men in the days of Rosulullah Saw."

"Yes, I know. But that young man, somehow the aura of faith is good. Though he does not know her yet."

"Mas, sorry. Anyway for the affairs of Qonniah's soul mate this time, Mas should talk first with your son. Do not just accept people's applications just because they are suitable. After all who will live the Qonniah himself, not us."

Ulum. What Aida said is true. As a father, he is no longer a hundred percent right to match a child who is a widow.

"I can't imagine what people would say to our children. Her husband hasn't died in a year? Uh. married again. Halehoo!" Aida massaged her own forehead. "You yourself, don't you, Mas? nowadays it's everyone who responds to something, no longer use the heart. Except with the eyes! it's just the side, anyway, that's wearing. Okay, don't fuck around."

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Later that night, the bespectacled young man who had just returned from the mosque shook his head. Sitting on the porch of the house with a gamy mind. Thinking about whether Mr Ulum really accepted it? He hopes that. If you look at the response, Mr. Ulum is very open. But what about Ayu?

Simultaneously, a pair of footsteps could be heard stepping out. The two young men who were massaging their own eyebrows moved towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Ilyas asked Abas who was wearing footwear.

"To place the copy photo, Mas. Here, I'm gonna do a clipping assignment."

"Oh, isn't the money?"

"There's. Nih," he replied as he patted his pants pocket. It made Ilyas smile.

"Yes there. Do not for long, if it is finished immediately back. Don't creep!"

"Yes, Mas. Abas walk first, Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." A pair of Ilyas' eyes moved following Abas's growing footsteps while shaking.

Tiiiii!

The pair of eyes shifted back towards the table. The place where the gawai lay on it, seemed to light up because of the incoming message.

For a moment the man was stunned, as he saw the message coming from Aaron's number. Hurriedly he grabbed his goal after it opened a message that was apparently quite long. Already guessed, Ayudia seems to already know the conversation with Mr. Fatkhul.

[Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barokatuh. Sorry, Mr. Ilyas. I have to send this message using my husband's device. Don't want to be long, I want to say something. Before, I already knew what Mas Ilyas and Dad said last afternoon. A invitation, which even from the past Mas always echoed over and over again. Either in the orientation period or even when we meet again after many years without meeting since Mas Ilyas graduated. I really appreciate that, and thank you for the feeling of awe that has been placed on me all this time.]

In silence, Ilyas read the sentence written in length by Ayu carefully.

[However, One thing is necessary, Mas Ilyas knows. Loving someone is not wrong. However, that doesn't mean people who love Mas have to reciprocate that, does it? Sorry, I have to say for the umpteenth time, that there is no other man but Aaron Azmi in my heart who has been locked tightly. So please, don't torture yourself to admire one girl. Out there, there are many women of Solehah who are more than me. You can choose one of them. Please, Mas. Cancel application. Because I can't accept Mas Ilyas.]

Just finished reading, Ilyas' body suddenly gontai. Leaned on the back of a worn-out chair on his porch.

Ilyas sighed, he had not completely exited the chat application that plastered long writing from Ayu a few minutes ago.

In the silence, the man thought. It's not a problem there are a lot of women out there that he can choose from. But the heart thing that has long harbored a sense of silence. And in that period is also not an easy matter to try to live with her clear-eyed angel. Although the edges must be forced to give up when suddenly the steps are precisely in racing someone who for him is not so hard to try Ayu like Him.

Ah... Ilyas curses himself. Why so like he came back does not accept Qonniah prefer Aaron. And what is he doing now? impressed to take advantage of the situation. Indeed, Qonniah is currently in a weak position. But who would have thought that the fortress of his heart remained strong to hold anyone who intended to enter into it.

Ilyas scratched his head, questioning several times. He will not give up as long as his life and Ayu's life are still contained by the body. And one of them still holds the status of solitude.

Yes, the fight to get Ayu is still long. Admittedly he is currently very rash, while the courage to apologize directly does not exist. In his view the device in hand.

"Am I trying to call him, and speak directly?" Ilyas pressed the call sign to contact Ayudia directly. However, darling. Aaron's number is back inactive, while he himself has no Ayu number since the woman was officially called his best friend.

Ilyas exhaled. Calm your heart. I'm sure there's something that's making it hard for you to get it, which is lust because of the world. I have a lot of trouble.