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secret admirer

After gaining enlightenment, Ilyas returned home with a calmer heart. Now he was convinced that all that had happened was written in Lauhulmahfudz. So there is no need to establish oneself as the cause of Aaron's death in the midst of chaos.

However, that does not mean he forgot everything that just happened. Ilyas remembered Aaron in his soul as a martyr friend. While Ayu, let time be answered and hopefully his heart can be opened someday. And even if not– means she must be really ridha, if she and the woman who just held the status as a mother were not a match.

Sraaaa... The foot, which was wrapped in flip-flops, stopped exactly five meters from the position of his house. There he saw a girl standing there doing nothing.

Fatima? he murmured in the heart. The glasses boy frowned for a moment. Confused by what the child did from a lecturer at one of the private high schools. Before finally stepping back to approach the girl who recently just finished the other strata in the student city.

"Assynnya!"

"Astaghfiullah!" the girl with the milk-brown hijab was aghast. Ilyas greeted her with a soft voice. "Wa–walaikumsalam, Mas."

"What are you doing here, Dek?" The young man smiled as he looked at the girl's misbehavior before him.

"It– it, anu–" confused want to answer what. He only thrust out a bushel while turning his face away.

Of course it makes Ilyas stunned and not yet his hand responds to receive the challenger thrust at him. The girl who felt neglected turned her head back before turning away again.

"So my mom made chicken soto, Mas. Because there's a family event, and he asked me to send it here."

"Owalah–" Ilyas received the three-stacking bushel. "Thank you, yeah."

"Sa–sama-sama." Without speaking again, the girl immediately passed even though a split second turned her body back. "Assalamualaikum, Mas Ilyas."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Ilyas replied with a smile at the girl with black robe in front of him who was in a hurry to get away. After that head bobbles, it was felt the behavior of the girl who had been a student of his salary in Kyai Irfan's TPQ was getting here more and more strange.

The young man with minus glasses attached to his face raised a bushel in hand. The savory aroma of the chicken soto that was inside was already really tempting. Incidentally, he himself had not eaten dinner. Thank God, get unexpected sustenance from neighbors. He can spoil the stomach with warm soup food. Ilyas's legs swung back into the house.

As for the other side, the girl who had actually turned into the fence of her house smiled, peering out from the iron fence between the leaves of the red shoots tree. Before rushing in with pleasure when the food he sent was received directly by men Sholeh and tenacious like Muhammad Ilyasa who he had admired since still Junior High.

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A young man who had just come out of the room immediately approached the kitchen. Because he smelled a delicious scent from there.

Kraaaa, kraaaac... He met the eldest brother was opening a plastic bushel and releasing it one by one.

"Well, where is this food from? It smells good." Ibnu stood by the table looking at all the food arranged separately.

"Soto the chicken from Fatimah" answered Ilyas.

"Fatimah, Mr Sofian's son? Who's been in college all this time?"

"Yes, whose neighbor is Fatimah?" answer Ilyas who seemed to be pacing back and forth preparing dishes and glasses.

"When you love him?"

"So, just now. Pas Mas came home from the mosque, he was again stunned in front of the door of the house while carrying this busily."

Ibn Manggut-beard, he also gurgled his chair out for him to sit when the plate and glass were placed in front of him by Ilyas.

"Mas, Fatimah's an adult, huh?"

"Keep growing up, why?" Ilyas who was concocting soto for himself and Ibn glanced briefly.

"Why not, anyway. But– people are beautiful, not– according, Mas?"

Hearing that Ilyas immediately laughed while shaking his head.

"No, no." Ilyas muffled his laugh that felt funny when his sister started blatantly calling a beautiful girl.

"It's pretty, isn't it?" Ibn repeated his question. Which Ilyas agreed with a nod of the head.

"It's not just beautiful outside. But inshaAllah is also Sholeh, for Fatimah is a man of the Qori."

"MashaAllah..." Ilyas chimed in with lips still developing a smile. Agree with his sister's words. You could say, Fatimah is quite perfect as a Muslimah.

Honestly enter also in the criteria, if only the sister has graduated and has a capable permanent job. He must have been willing to directly propose Fatimah to Ibn. However, seeing as this time his sister had not graduated. Work is also still vague in the future what it would be, Ilyas was not so responding. Because anyway, the family of Mr. Sofian is quite distinguished. Former DPRD members also. Of course, his sister will be far from the criteria of prospective daughter-in-law expected by the former regional official.

"In addition he has a long hood, fitting it made a halal angel, Mas..."

"Eh, uh...!" The bespectacled man who was already feeling tickled was patting the table slowly to stop his sister's babbling. "The lecture is over. It's only the fifth semester I've been thinking about Akhwat!"

"Yeeeeeeee! This is not for Ibnu, Mas. Ibn Mah was still far away from his marriage. Not even thinking."

"Continue?"

"Yes make it, Mas lah..."

The glasses boy nodded. The moving hand mixing soto with sambal for itself came to a halt.

"Mas Ilyas is an adult. It is time to find a wife" Ibnu continued. "Well, Fatimah is the right soul mate. The person is calm, he said subtly. Continuously, his appearance was simple even though the child of the person was."

"Udah, no! eat abisin, gih. Which abas?" the impressed tananya diverted. To make the young man before him take a deep breath. Indeed, if talking to his brother who leads to marriage must always be ignored.

"Abas was playing at Ridwan's house. Most go home malem," he replied before sipping yellow soup from chicken soto whose savory taste immediately spread throughout the oral cavity.

"So he didn't go to the mosque anymore, huh?" ask her with irritated eyes. Ibnu only brushed both his shoulders.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim," murmured Ilyas disappointed.

"It could be prayer at Ridwan's house" he replied later.

"Hopefully the child does not forget to pray. You see, the online gaming hobby is like that. Wanted to keep forgetting worship time." Ilyas is now ready to eat his food while holding a spoon and fork. In the middle of the heart muffle the annoyance of his youngest brother which is sometimes difficult to set.

"Mas, how?"

"Where's what?"

"The Fatimah." The young man in front of Ilyas was still not satisfied to tease him by raising his eyebrows. "Don't this soto the taste of love. What if there are charm prayer spices?"

"Astaghfiullah!" he muttered at the interlude of laughter which made Ilyas almost choke.

"Seriously! Usually if you send gini food, there must be a taste. He's part if you don't remember wrongly– when he was still in SD, until SMP wants to pay the same Mas Ilyas continue on TPQ."

Again, Ilyas just smiled while pressing his glasses to be firmer while looking down focused on his food.

"Yes, right, Mas? Makes sense, right?"

"Miss!" Call it slow with emphasis. "Eat, aja!"

"Yes, Mommy" he replied, giving up. Because wherever his eldest brother is difficult if he is talking about a partner. Perhaps he has no desire to get married. Getting married also costs money. Surely that is also a factor his brother has not dared to marry any girl.