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His arrival

Some time passed. People were saying goodbye to go home, only Bu Nyai Nur was left. He hugged Qonni's body tightly, then cupped his face with his old hands.

"Eagerly, huh? You're a good girl.Ummi hope you'll find happiness."

Qonniah's lips tightly closed, the remains of tears still clearly visible from both eyes.

"You still think of me as my son. Because after all, you are a woman who has tried hard. You never let Ummi down all this time."

"Hiks," he cried again. His body came down to hug Bu Nyai Nur's feet, but the spring was held. "I'm sorry, Ummi. I'm sorry–"

Bu Nyai Nur tightly hugged Ayu's body which shook. Patting his back covered with hijab.

"You don't have to apologize. You're not wrong."

"But I betrayed Aa."

"No, Honey. You are not rich at all. Wallahi..."

His half-hand stroked Qonni's back. He could feel once, the regret that Qonni showed when he finally had to lose to the wishes of the people around him. If she should marry again.

"Next month, Ummi is coming. You gotta put on your best smile, okay?"

"I'll try, Ummi."

Bu Nyai Nur smiled faintly, then kissed her cheek. "Healthy yeah. Don't make this all a burden. Remember that this is the love of your Lord."

"Yes, Ummi. Thank you." Thank you." Qonni kissed the back of his mother-in-law's hand before the elderly woman walked with her eldest child to the car. All those who were there waved their hands and Qonniah was no exception.

The woman sighed, the remaining one month before her life changed. He must do something so that his heart is much more accepting when the contract is pledged later.

***

Two nights before the wedding, Ilyas was getting tense. He spent even more time strengthening his dhikr and prayers for the smooth running of a marriage.

On the sidelines of his tension, he tried to open a chat application on his phone. And look at other people's stories. How surprised, when he could again see the story belonging to the woman who previously he saved back his number.

Although not a meaningful story, because the post is only about a few children who excel students. Lips, Ilyas smiled. She was grateful that her future wife was willing to keep her number again.

"Oh Allah.., please launch. May He also accept me as a husband with his heart."

Ilyas put his phone back on the table. Recalling all the preparations for her wedding was ninety percent. Some of the shipments have been ordered, the people who are asked to help accompany also most receive it with pleasure. In fact, not a few who support, both in the form of money or services.

Yeah, like everything's spit out. There was only one person left, who refused. Even when asked, the blessing prayer did not respond at all. He was Mr. Sofian, in contrast to his wife who even offered to contribute four types of wet food during the D-Day.

Ilyas sighed, thinking of continuing to try to improve his relationship with Mr. Sofian who looks unfriendly again like before.

"Mas, Mommy!" Abas entered his room that was not closed while carrying a long-sleeved batik shirt. "Look, how am I gonna use this?"

"Cool, Bus. The handsome..," replied Ilyas while rising from his lying position.

"Pantes, isn't it, huh?"

"Banget, Bass. This is what you bought through his friend Mas Ibnu?"

"Yes, Mas. But don't look rich, gentlemen, right?"

"Yes, it's not. Long-sleeved batik will not make you look old?" Ilyas chuckles.

"Sip it..." The young man pulled his hair back.

"Yes-yes, the bride-to-be of many wills," Abas sneered with a laugh. "By the way, what's it like to get married, Mom?"

"MashaAllah–" Ilyas was so embarrassed when asked such a thing.

"She's deg degan, huh?"

"Degan deg, I was. His name is alive. If not, die?" Slothfully.

"Yeeee, seriously, Mas."

"Yes, Abas. Anyway mixed. That's the pleasure when we get married but there's no boyfriend-girlfriend word."

Abas mangosteen. Actually he himself is not dating, but there are girls who often chat with him every day. And that was beyond the knowledge of his brothers.

"Mas, if you're married. Where does Ilyas live?"

"Emmm, that doesn't know yet. I'm following my wife, Mas, later, where she wants."

"Jiaaah, have called a wife," seduced Abas, causing laughter in both.

"So, why would you want to know? Fearing that Mas Ilyas lived in Babelan you would often get angry with me, huh, Bas?" Ibn suddenly nongol from behind the door.

"No, you want to know. You see, said Mas Ilyas, Mba Ayu will have children from previous marriages. So rich, if there's a little kid here."

Ilyas. Indeed, Abas and Ibnu are among the men who are very fond of children, not much different from him.

"Possibly, back and forth. Yeah, right, Mas?"

"It could be, Nu," replied Ilyas.

"No papa, if you want to live there. We are all adults. So don't worry about us" replied Ibn.

Ilyas nodded. Those things don't need to be confused. Perhaps he will often go home to do his work before returning to Babylon. Because it's not good to have to bring all the work next to it there. Tired, of course. But that's the risk when you get married. He can no longer be selfish.

"The point is, I just sent you two the same message. If after marriage later, Mas rarely at home please be a person who is not negligent. Especially you, Bas. Prayer is not to be taken lightly."

"Yes, Mas" replied the young man who was sitting in the middle between his two brothers.

"Mas, about the wedding suit, how?" Ask Ibn.

"Udah. Alhamdulillah Pak RW next door, right, his son opened the same kebaya suit rental service. Intention to rent, uh. even free."

"MashaAllah. The proof, just Denger Mas Ilyas want to marry the citizens of one RT already flock to help. Even ready to go there."

"Alhamdulillah. That is the power of God, we will have no shortage of families. Even though a kara. We will never be alone, God will send good people to help us. Just the only thing left, how to behave? Therefore, do not be a person who has a bad attitude towards neighbors or anyone else. Because, if there is anything the neighbors are the first to come. Do you understand it up here?"

"Yes, Mas. Anyway hope everything goes well."

"Aamiin..." Ilyas smiled happily.

"Assynoltom..." The sound of greeting from outside sounded. The three looked at each other, while Ibn immediately rose to see who had come.

After a few seconds, the young man approached his brother again.

"Mas, Mother Fatimah is outside."

"Fatimah?" tanyanya while raising one eyebrow. Then hurriedly got up while tightening the sheath cloth.