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Gathering

Arriving at home. Ilyas immediately asked Abas to rest. The glasses young man rubbed his sister's forehead which looked still in shock.

"Abas wants to eat fruit? If you want later Mas told, Mas Ibnu to buy, "the question is attentive. Although it often irritates him. Ilyas loved his youngest brother.

"Not Mas. Abas does not want anything–" he replied while daydreaming. One of his hands touched the chest that was still pounding.

The understanding Ilyas only sighed. He was in Abas' position. Though it may be worse than this.

"Udah, you don't have to be afraid. I'm here to be your shield. The point is now to rest, do not think about the non-no," he said who was responded with a nod of the head. The teenager immediately changed his position, sleeping in a tilted position.

Ilyas himself went straight out of Abas' room. Walk to the kitchen to get mineral water.

Anyway this is just a down payment, Mom. If you want to be safe, you must be ready, when the cave asks for a cepet transfer for the cost of Mr. Cave. –The sound of the thugs was ringing in the ears.

"Oh Allah.., make it easy. May my bad thoughts not come true" he murmured, holding a glass in his hand.

Ibnu who heard that came straight. Sitting in front of Ilyas.

"Really, right? Something must be wrong" guess Ibnu. Ilyas took a long breath. "News, Mas. Don't just hold your own. We are both Abas' brother. So Mas don't consider Ibn the immature child continues."

The glasses guy smiled. "Yes-yes. The grown-up."

"Seriously, Mas."

"Mas is serious, too, Nu. I'm done with the problem, don't think about it anymore."

"Definitely the guy asked Mas Ilyas for money?" Ask Ibnu with a full word search.

"A little bit. Just make the hospital admission fee."

"How much?"

"There's not much."

"What a hell, Mom?"

Ilyas was silent for a moment. "Five thousand," he said.

"Five ri–bu?" Ibn repeated because he was not sure.

"Add three more zeros" he continued.

"God, God..." Ibn instantly dropped his chin upon hearing that. "Five million?"

"No papa, it's peace."

"That's not a little."

"Well, how else, than Abas was beaten," he said.

Ibn himself immediately shook his head. That money is not a small amount for the brothers. It was definitely the savings money from her brother's hard work so far.

"Here, don't think about it. There's a God who's gonna change..." Ilyas was still trying to laugh even though his nape actually also felt like he was hit by tons of weight.

"But the problem is not there. If they keep blackmailing us how?"

"Don't su'udzon."

"Neither su'udzon, guarding against evil is like self-love."

"Innallaha ala kulli syai'in qadir. God has power over everything. So don't think about it. Whatever happens, may God protect us from everything we do not want. Bismillah..." Ilyas got up while patting his sister on the shoulder, the man sauntered out of the kitchen.

"O Allah, may those people not use Mas Ilyas. He had a lot of burdens" Ibn murmured while leaning his back against the back of the chair.

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Days passed, now the woman with a pink hijab was attending the Walimatul ‘Ursy event. Without anyone to go with, the woman came alone. He wants to take Nisa and her mother as friends. But because last night had a little fever Aida also forbade him to bring the princess. Fear even why-why, those who regret later.

The woman with the same dress approached the bride who was none other than her fellow teachers at the school where she taught. Congratulate him while hugging the body of the woman who gives off the smell of jasmine from real flowers attached as a decoration on the head to dangle to the chest.

"Baarokalaahu laka wabaaroka 'alaika wajama'a bainakumaa fii khoirin, '" Qonni told the bride of Syar'i in front of him.

"Aamiin, jazakillah khair. Ms. Ayu..." The woman before him returned Qonni's embrace. "Alhamdulillah, finally get here too. Your son isn't coming?"

"No, Miss Neti. My son has a fever. Don't know, my son is a little sensitive so often sick."

"MashaAllah– Alhamdulillah that's it."

"Yes, hehehe... Please, directly enjoy the existing treats, Bu Ayu. Sorry, I didn't get it."

"Yes, not papa. I live first yes. May happiness always be bestowed on you and your husband. You can also be spied on the love of momongan."

"Aamiin, Ms. Ayu. Thanks, yeah..." The two returned before Ayudia Qonniah stepped off the stage leaving the bride.

Currently the woman with a robe that makes her look elegant was walking slowly, which was also met by the bride's family. He invited Qonni to go to the women's buffet section. Because the area is deliberately separated, so that men and women do not interfere into one when taking food.

There are so many food menus that are enough to make him confused to choose. Because for the wedding, the menu is quite varied and everything looks good. Qonni chose the standard. Rice menu, two types of tuminas and rendang side dishes along with pickled cucumbers and carrots. Not to forget his last favorite shrimp cracker.

"Mom Ayu!" A woman patted Qonni on the shoulder. The woman also looked over.

"MashaAllah, Miss Fatimah."

"Well, glad to see you. Ma Ayu wait for me. We'll find the same chair" he asked, with a nod of his head.

"I'll wait there, Miss Fatimah."

"Yes, Ms. Ayu." Fatimah started to get in the queue. As for Ayu who had finished straight away a little so as not to get in the way.

Shortly waiting for the hijab girl who had asked him to come together.

"Have you?" Ask Qonni.

"Udah, let's go. Sorry, I waited a long time."

"No papa–" the woman laughed. They walked together to find an empty seat. Just a few steps, the two stopped because they met with Muhammad Ilyasa who was invited by his groom.

Ilyas was briefly stunned, leading to the woman instantly dimming his smile, as if he did not like to see the man in front of his eyes. Unlike the women on Qonni's side a little backward.

"MashaAllah's... Mas's? Uh... Ustadz Ilyas?" The greeting of Fatimah disperse the reverie of Ilyas.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim..." He also shook quickly. Why is his mind easily distracted if he sees the pink hijab woman. Hastily shifted his gaze then smiled at Fatimah for a moment. "Sir, here again?"

"Hahaha, yes. Ms. Neti is a teacher where I teach as well. Including this Ms. Ayu..."

"Oh.." The answer is short. As for Qonni instantly nodded slightly before continuing his footsteps leaving them.

"Mas, I'm first... Assalamualaikum." The rush of the hijab-wearing woman followed Qonni.

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," muttered Ilyas seconds after the two disappeared from his sight. He didn't look back at all. He just felt that Qonni's dislike for her meant that she was still angry. Ilyas sighed before continuing his steps towards the buffet area.

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This is for those of you who from yesterday asked for a visual.

Ayudia Qoniah

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Mohammed Ilyasa.

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Aaron Azmi

(Kyaa... This one's a favorite. Sorry Koh, in the photo.)

Done yes my visual debt. Hope you guys fit in... 🥰🥰