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the feeling of two women

"Don't cry, son. Ummi understands how you feel. That is what Ummi felt when Abah died. But, difference. Ummi fitting in stay dead has already begun to age, unlike you who are still twenty-three years old." Ummi Nur wiped away the tears of her daughter-in-law. Then recalling his conversation with Ilyas some time ago, when the young man was still the same. Want to help the assembly when there is an event.

"There is a very sincere Sholeh man who loves your daughter. He always asks Nisa to Ummi. He said he thought the boy was like his son."

"Consider a child?" Ask Qonni. The middle-aged woman nodded.

"God, a little bit... Ummi knew the young man. A tenacious, diligent man. His science? God is the same as Aaron. Only thing he only studied fiqh in Indonesia unlike Aaron who had been to Egypt."

The eyes of this beautiful woman blinked. Not because he was amazed by a figure he did not know who he was. However, more to tired when continued to be offered men who said shalih.

But, Ummi says he always asks Nisa. Has he seen Nisa?

When's?

Whereabouts?

His mind appeared a little curious. Does he know that man too.

"The old man said. He said, if a woman herself who already has children and wants to find a partner again? So what he saw was that man, did he love his son or not?"

Suddenly Qonni remembered the face of Ilyas who seemed to be carrying Nisa at that time. And the shadow shifted to the smile of Ilyas shortly after dropping him off with his friends.

Yes carefully. Afwan, if I had a candidate. (Ilyas Voice)

His thunder shook his head, removing the bespectacled man from his memory. What's wrong with her? Ummi was telling me why his mind even connected to Ilyas. Qonni held a soundless stand. While his ears are still attached to listen word for word from Ummi Nur.

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Somewhere else...

The night is not so quiet, with a bright blue sky. In front of the house, there are still people passing by. Even the neighboring mothers were still busy exchanging information in front of the Madura stall which was open twenty-four hours with their children.

The girl named Fatimah opened the iron gate, which looks the highest among the fences belonging to other houses. The girl with the syar'i hijab walked out, intending to come to the front stall of the house to buy her personal needs. While greeting them with a sweet smile that impressed calm and warm.

Arriving in a stall that is stylish like a female mini market, it goes directly to the rack containing a pile of pads for various brands. After finding what he was looking for, Fatimah immediately paid him.

"Thank you, Neng Fatimah." Handing over grocery bags after the sale and purchase transaction is completed.

"Together, Mother–" she said with a cheerful smile. The woman came back out of this well-equipped stall and stood by the side of the road.

Before crossing, the girl took the time to turn to the right side. Looking towards someone's house, which happens to be the current owner is in front of the house.

Fatimah smiled faintly, because tonight she saw the young man in glasses was reading a book that if seen from the cover is a book Tafsir hadith.

MashaAllah's... All this time, I've never seen Mas Ilyas weird. Mas Ilyas was in charge, Mas Ilyas was also a hardworking man. His faith is good, polite and very awake with the opposite sex.

Fatimah was deep, her heart completely filled with admiration for that simple young man. To him, Ilyas was the perfect type of man. Although the matter of material he is very far from the man who has been asking him to marry.

Soon a white Fortuner stopped in front of his house. Make the girl pause for a moment, make sure who would come.

After the car is perfectly parked, a middle-aged couple comes out of the middle door. And one young man also appeared to step down from the steering wheel. The girl scrunched her forehead, if the mother and father of Haji understand– They are none other than close friends of Father and mother. If that young man is, yes, maybe their son.

Fatimah was stunned. And chose to just wait, because the three of them did not realize the owner's son was across the street where their car was parked.

The girl in the long hood is waiting until the guest enters the house. After that, he will enter through the side door.

In another position...

The ringing of the cell phone made Ilyas stop his activities. This bespectacled young man shook his head as he read the name on the screen.

Mas Juple (victim's son)

Doubtful about taking phone calls. Because the boy would want to ask for additional fees again. But because he did not want to be considered running away, he finally pressed the green symbol.

"Mas, my Father must take additional medicine," he said from sebrang without further ado let alone reply to his greetings before.

Ilyas massaged his forehead. "I'm sorry, if I may know how much more should I love?"

"Three million."

"Three million?" Ilyas was stunned by the nominal mentioned. This young man is like the origin of the call without consideration when asking for money.

"Yes three too, noh the doctor said."

"I'm sorry, can't you just take a cicil? My finances are running low."

"That's Lu's business, Mas. The important cost of treatment Mr. cave must walk."

Ilyas was silent for a moment, on the other side. Ibn who was actually in the living room studying also put the listening ear. All he could hear was Ilyas' voice.

"Tomorrow, I try to do it, Mom."

"Yes! Don't be late!"

"Yes, Mas. Be tried...." Not finished Ilyas talk call at sebrang already disconnected. The glasses young man also exhaled slowly while lowering the phone attached to the ear.

"That's the victim, huh, Mas?" Ibnu hurriedly went out.

Ilyas himself only replied with a nod of his head. He really is confused. How to make three million money with this short time.

"Solicit some more money?" Ibnu sat down on the other chair.

"Yes, Nu," he replied in a limp tone.

"uh right? Abas must know this is the result of his behavior."

"Ehhh, what do you want?" Ilyas held his sister's skinny arm.

"Call Him. Let Abas understand Mas Ilyas."

"Well? It's my responsibility."

"Samely, Abas needs to know Mas. Let him tell you to think of everything."

"Russia, Nu. Who wants to be hit by disaster. Don't blame Abas. Have you ever known a teenage phase that still likes it all by itself?" Tanya Ilyas won the gray-shirted youth whose color had already faded.

"Ck!" Ibn was annoyed. Indeed, the three brothers had different types. And Ibn was among the most violent but still respected Ilyas, while Abas was dableg type in everything he did not like.

"Udah yes. I realize his regret. The proof is that the boy rarely plays now. The most important thing for this business you do not need to follow dizziness. Let it go."

"Can't do that, Mom." Think for a moment before you remember something. "I'll take something first."

Ibn went inside which of course made Ilyas frown.

In room...

The shabby youth took out a large piggy bank that was on top of the closet. The young man was stunned for a moment to look at the glassware that he made as a container to save capital.

Actually this is for the capital of selling Boba ice. But, Ilyas needs more.

With a heavy feeling, Ibnu put the piggy bank again on the table and he hurriedly stepped into the kitchen to take the hammer. After returning, he tried to think again.

"Bismillah ... Innallaha 'ala kulli shaiin qadir." With a steady heart the young man instantly broke his piggy bank carefully.