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Second arrival.

A few hours earlier...

The motorbike Ilyas drove while carrying his wife and child arrived at the courtyard of a simple but neat and clean house. Quite comfortable and organized, even though the residents are all bachelors.

Qonni came down from the motorbike of Ilyas, where his eyes were fixed on the last house he went to with Aaron. Yes, when the mother of the man who is now her second husband died.

Allah is all-reversing, as he had only visited yesterday as a guest. Now, he had to assume that this house was his home as well.

What if my husband asks her to stay? Qonni flinch for quite a while, his mind spinning and returning to life seven to eight years ago. When her parents' house was not yet built. And if observed, the house of Ilyas and his sisters is the simplest compared to the others, especially next to the second floor house that looks more luxurious than the others.

"Mas Ibnu, Mas Ilyas came home!" Abas cried out the Qonni reverie. As the teenager wrestled with the door that was already open. The young man with pants under the knee to the calf hurriedly approached the three of them.

"Assalamualaikum," Ilyas said with a smile welcoming Abas' hand asking for a handshake.

"Master, Mas." Already kissed hands with Ilyas, turned to sister-in-law. "Mr..."

Qonni greeted her kindly, her sweet smile eliminating the awkwardness of the teenager who is now her sister-in-law.

"Dede.." said Abas to the girl in Qonni's arms. Because this teenager really likes children so quickly fell in love with his nephew.

Not long after, Ibn came out while carrying a flask of water and trading equipment.

Seen a small sling bag has been coiled on the shoulder to the back, it seems he is ready to go to the location of his boba outlet.

The young man hurriedly put the items held into a motorcycle basket that was already parked outside. Then he greeted his brother and sister-in-law.

"Ciraine's a bit of a bitch, Mas?" Ask Ibn.

"Morning because you want to be ready. Later that night the plan is to make a small sack," replied Ilyas.

"God, so tonight, next week?"

"There's still one more day's leave, Nu. That's why mending now" replied Ilyas again.

"Yeah.., I'm ready to trade, Mas. How ya?"

"No papa, Nu. Rice box, same Snack already pesen. So just clean up a little. You trade casually," he said, patting his shoulders.

"Yes, I'll go home soon. Not until two."

"No need to rush. Pray, the bob is in demand."

"Aamiin's." The young man raised both his hands. "I'm sorry, Mas. Ma'am Ayu.., I live first."

"Yes." Yeah." Qonni answered.

Here he only found out that Ilyas' younger brother, Ibnu, had a small business. But didn't the kid go to college? Has he graduated and now sells Boba?

Observing for a while, the young man who was rearranging his trade then put a jacket on his body that more or less had the same stature as Ilyas. Only difference was the young man was thinner. When it comes to height, of course Ibn's height is about five centimeters.

Qonni immediately followed Abas in. Nisa has changed hands now. He was in Abas's cradle who immediately took him to the living room.

"Cieee.." while wearing Ibn's helmet teased his brother who constantly spread a smile, when his brother-in-law was already in.

"What?" reply Ilyas to the young man who had been sitting on the motorbike, while removing the bag that had been hanging on the footrest.

"The one who is a newlywed. Another aura..."

"Yes, Mas. Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," he replied with footsteps still swaying.

As for Ibn immediately tancap gas, because the day is getting noon he should not be late. Because the morning he opens his bobbin outlet, it will be more optimal also the opportunity to get more sustenance.

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Ilyas passed through the living room, smiling as he saw Nisa was already familiar with her Om. In addition, Qonni did not look awkward, he also sat on the sofa that was quite worn out.

"Sir, here for a while," Ilyas asked the wife who had arisen and followed her inside.

In a simple room that is not so spacious. Qonni was again made into an atmosphere that he thought was not foreign. Yeah, Ilyas' room is almost exactly like his room used to be. The difference is darker because the light does not enter as much as the room. Probably because of the high wall of the house next door. Which makes his room feel dark, but not stuffy anyway.

"This is my room. Uh.., our room," he said after opening the door and entering a few steps while putting down the bag.

Qonni entered and he looked around. In this room there is only one wooden cot that is not so spacious. Maybe the size can only sleep one adult man. One minimalist table in the corner of the room and a closet that is not so big on the side of the bed.

"Later you're the same Nisa slept on top. I'm the one sleeping downstairs. Because if three will not fit. Kasian Nisa too, later on to my body even bother." Ilyas menoel Qonni's nose is anxious, which is in response to his wife's faint smile.

Still looking again at the contents of her husband's room which is very inversely proportional to the condition of Aaron's room when he first entered.

"My room is narrow, right?" the question was that the two netra Qonni immediately shifted to him. He also shook his head.

"Not so, just as rich my room used to be."

"Is she?" Swiping the head of the wife. "Aren't you nostalgic?"

"Yes, a little bit" he answered, looking back at the open door. He was worried that Abas would suddenly approach them into the room. But it didn't seem like it, as the voice of the teenager was still heard deep in the living room.

A kiss on the cheek landed, which then brought back Qonni's face towards him. Ilyas smile...

"You want a snack, don't you? We're going to the front shop, yuk." Ilyas averted this clumsy atmosphere.

"I don't want any more snacks, Mas..."

"A little while, honey. While identifying you to Eceu who sells. He was one of the closest neighbors to me and my sisters after my mother's death."

Hearing that, Qonni immediately nodded. She also stepped out in her husband's footsteps. After permission to go to the stall for a while to Abas, they both walked towards the front stall of the house.

It was actually a bit unpleasant as it passed through the closed gate of Fatimah's house. Ilyas thought like there was no one. Because actually bringing Qonni to the stall is not an intention to show off his wife to the girl.

Arriving at the stall, of course, the two were immediately greeted warmly by the mother of the store. Chatting briefly while the couple chose groceries. After that, make the payment.

"Where do you want to live after?" Ask the mother while putting the groceries that have been counted into a plastic bag.

When asked, neither Ilyas nor Qonni answered. Both of them are still confused, if he wants Ilyas of course they live here.

But looking at the condition of his house, of course he felt more kasian on Nisa who used to sleep in an air-conditioned room. While Qonni was also the same he wanted to stay in his own house, only if he immediately determined himself later in saying disobey.

"Alaaaah, any one is the same. Your house is also hehehe..." The shop owner's mother added some bread to her groceries. " Bonus–"

"Oh my God, bother Mom."

"No, who's rich." Chuckled while handing over the grocery bag. Both of them say goodbye after saying thank you.