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In Haki's contract, the three young men enter. They then sat on a carpet that was hurriedly titled by the young man from NTB.

"Sorry nih. Understandably, most hijrah here and there."

"Believe Anne, mah. Antum's hijrah is also to mengilannin his heart because it is still single," kelakar Ilyas who responded to the face pouting Haki.

"Ampuuun, in singles?" Checkmate. Ilyas stopped his laughter. Which then turned to Haki and also Ilham.

"Yes-yes, we're all singles." Ilyas relented from the widening joke everywhere.

"But the maap." The Betawi man placed both palms facing Ilyas and Haki in front of his chest. "Anne is different, ama y'all. Anne's almost ending this period of incompetence." Inspiration patted his own chest.

"Oh yeah, the jengkol boss wants a deal?" Haki immediately embraced his friend's shoulder with a little bit of pittingan. Surely the arm that contained it made the flat-bodied friend next to him feel short of breath.

"Ki, Anne hasn't gotten along. You want to kill Anne?" Ilam patted his friend's arm. Haki's hands also broke down while continuing to laugh.

"Pesen jengkol to Anna, uh don't know she was the first one who would be imagined." Ilyas hit the arm of Inspiration with a roll of paper.

"Hahaha– want how, at that time there was no candidate. Anne's not going to bed on purpose either."

"What is the story of how do you know the soul mate of a Ustadz child?" Ask Haki curiously.

"So, nih.... Anne will again play at the house of a naji teacher, know-how in bargaining a single woman who is ready for marriage."

"Continuously?" Ilyas was curious.

"Yes, set a schedule. And qadarullahnya..., met once? we are equally matched. Be us, inshaAllah next month...." Ilham grabbed Ilyas' hand shaking it. "Qobiltu nikahaha wa tazwijaha alal mahril madzkuur wa radhitu bihi, wallahu waliyu taufiq."

"Where are the witnesses?" Ilyas asked while looking at Haki. The man in the middle raised both hands.

"Yeahahah!" Exclaims.

Just like Haki, Ilyas also raised his hands to recite prayer. "Baarakallahu..."

"Amijin!" Haki exclaimed with his loud voice.

"a laika baarakaa..."

"Amijin!"

"wa jama'a bainakumaa fii khoir..."

"Aamiin, Aamiin, Aamiin.... Barakallah, barakallah..." Ilyas and Haki shook Ilham's hand in turn. Laughing, but interspersed with real prayer for the man who will hold his contract for another month.

***

Upon arriving home, Ilyas headed straight to the toilet to clean his body before the Magrib's adhan roared. After taking a bath, he saw food on the table that was being arranged by Abas.

"Where's the food from, huh?" Ilyas asked in astonishment, with his hands moving to dry his hair using a towel.

"From Ms. Janah, Ms. Fatimah's mother" replied Abas, who was frankly tempted by the dishes on the table. There are vegetable lodeh, orek tempeh, plus salted fish and sauce.

"Bu Janah is so good, huh, Mas? We often give food to us." Abas smiled happily, he hurriedly took out two empty plates, one of which he placed in front of Ilyas.

As for the man did not respond at all, other than his unpleasant feelings for the Fatimah family.

"Eating, Mas."

"Yes, Bas. Later on, I want to get ready for the mosque. Fifteen minutes to go."

"Okeh. Abas eat first." Abas hurriedly sat down with his hands still slightly wet after washing them with water and soap.

In the take of rice as much as two centongs, then in the flush of rice with white coconut milk sauce containing eggplant, long beans, melinjo leaves, siamese pumpkin, and also sweet corn. There was melinjo in it too, but the teenager did not take it because he did not like it.

Oh, my God, Fat? How can I repay the kindness of your family? If almost every day, your mother always send food to our house. –Ilyas was silent looking at Abas who was taking a spoon of sambal. The man stepped back to get out.

"Oh yes, my mother!" Abas's cry made the man who was already in the kitchen doorway turn his head. "Tadi Bu Janah said, he said finished Isya, Mas Ilyas told to play at home. Because there is something to convey with Mr. Sofian as well," he continued.

Geez... what's the problem of applying for Fatimah again? –Ilyas flinch, after which nod at the sister before coming out.

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After returning home from the mosque the man fell silent in front of the fence of the house owned by the family of Mr. Sofian who opened half. Actually, he hesitated between staying in to fulfill the invitation or just go home with the reason for tomorrow. But if so, isn't it rude?

The man strengthened his glasses. Then say the bismillah before finally entering into a large enough house belonging to an authoritative man who works as a Lecturer in one of the Private Colleges.

Because Ilyas came to fulfill the host's invitation. Of course his presence was welcomed by the couple. Now he is sitting opposite Sofian and his wife.

"At the drink, Nak Ilyas –" ordered Bu Janah with her warm maternal smile.

"Thank you, Mom." Ilyas smiled, before grabbing a cup of tea that was served to him.

As for a girl who is now standing while leaning against the wall of the middle room, looks happy. Because his request was returned to follow the father. Hopefully, he can immediately get the answer 'yes' from the man of his dreams.

Ilyas put down the cup he had drunk a little.

"I'm sorry, son Ilyas. I told you to come by night."

"No papa, sir, ma'am." The man smiled. "If you can tell, what's wrong? Suddenly I was called here."

"Emmm, look. It's still related to what I said to you at the time." Mr. Sofian began to open up the core of his conversation. "My offer has not been answered. Now, I want Nak Ilyas to answer that. It's been months, even more than once I've offered. At least, Nak Ilyas must already have an answer. Because the time to think has been given long enough."

Honestly, Mr. Sofian is really fighting his sense of prestige as a former regional official. For proposing to men is not a brave act. If accepted, how about being rejected? It would instantly destroy his pride.

Meanwhile, the man who was sitting in front of the husbands also seemed worried. In addition, Qonni's smile back floated in his head. Making him feel the hope again for him to be able to ask the widow of his late friend.

However, on the other hand he also remembered the kindness of the Fatimah family. Moreover, Ms. Janah, the woman even paid more attention to her and her sisters since their mother died. Never twice did He send food, either heavy food or even a nation of pastries.

"How about, son Ilyas?" Again, Mr. Sofian asked, making the head that was bowed back raised.

The anxiety completely shackled the young man. Between Fatimah whose family is very good, or Ayudia Qonniah which until now has not been clear. In essence, Ilyas' lips were still frozen yet unable to answer the offer of the honorable man before him.