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Speak four eyes

Like his promise that has fulfilled Qonni's invitation. The girl with her syar'i hijab approached the math teacher who was sitting on the lips of the sacred boundary.

Qonni's smile commented, setting his gaze on the girl who still looked cold ignoring Qonni.

He knows, it's uncomfortable. But because he could not stand it, he also ventured to invite him to speak four eyes, hoping everything could be resolved.

"The kids want a daily replay, Bu Ayu," he said flatly. "So if you can talk, don't be long."

Qonni nodded, then stretched out his hand to make Fatimah's eyes shift towards that hand. With his ego still high, but he was also afraid that sin would finally welcome him. Replying to Qonni's handshake.

"I want to apologize, Ms. Fatimah," he said sincerely. "Honestly, I still don't understand. Why did Ms. Fatimah behave like this to me. Was there a fatal mistake I made?"

Fatimah shook her head, her hands on her lap squeezing each other.

Actually, Ms. Ayu did nothing wrong. But I myself can't get close anymore, because seeing your face I just remember the man I love has become your husband. (Fatim)

"I really want our relationship to be good again, Ms. Fatimah. We are not sitting in the same room, next to each other. We should be more familiar, let alone I've gotten closer to you."

It wasn't finished Qonni spoke the girl had already risen. The tears welling up in the eye pelukur really irritated the girl. He did not want to cry anymore, especially in front of Ayudia.

Qonni's face lifted, pointing at the girl who was already standing by his side. He even used his original footwear.

"Mother Fatimah?" he mumbled trying to hold back.

"I need some time to explain my feelings, Ms. Ayu." Fatimah finally made her voice.

Bring that look around. Reading the situation, this mosque was already quite deserted. He also turned his body.

"Maybe I look childish. But, to be honest, I was sick every time I saw Bu Ayu.." her words were stifled. Not so with tears.

Qonni who was standing in front of the girl seemed to flinch.

"I love Mas Ilyas!" hush it without weighing it again. "I admired him for a long time. I was expecting Him, Ms. Ayu." she sobbed.

The woman in front of him grew more and more silent. He remembered Fatimah had once confided in a man whom he admired. Even asking for his father's help. If combined with the beatings made by Mr. Sofian, added his confession earlier. All makes sense, and is connected to Ilyas' story about Mr. Sofian's request to marry his daughter.

"Now, you know, right? Why can't I deket again the same Bu Ayu. All because I was disappointed in you? My heart aches, every look at Bu Ayu."

"Ta–but, me?"

"Yes. Ms. Ayu doesn't know anything. Herein lies my shortcomings. Who has no mature mind." Fatimah lowered her voice intonation. One hand wiped the rough tears. "I think our conversation is enough. Excuse me, Ms. Ayu."

He tried to smile even if he had to, before finally leaving Ayudia alone in front of the mosque.

The wind blew his veil. Slightly narrowed Ayudia's eyes in the sun. With a sad expression, Qonni's eyes followed Bu Fatimah's limping step further away.

The woman then fell down in lethargy. Somehow he was able to get back on good terms with Fatimah. If this problem seems complicated enough. It involves the heart of a woman.

His hands raised touched his chest, but the girl only said so. But somehow she felt crowded when there was another girl who claimed to like her husband so much until like this.

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The laughter of her daughter enlivened the atmosphere, the woman approached while putting warm tea for her husband.

"Thank you, yes, dear," said Ilyas as he slowly threw a rubber ball towards his own forehead, until the ball was mental and made Nisa more and more curled.

"Again, huh? Now Abi's throwing it at Nisa..." Ilyas pointed the rubber ball at his son's forehead.

"Tuiiiiing.." The ball hit Nisa's forehead which then triggered a loud laugh. And Ilyas as well.

"Again?"

Not even throwing the ball, he was silent. Because suddenly Qonni leaned his head on his back. Ilyas' smile was engraved while looking back, he rubbed his wife's cheek.

"Why, Honey? Tired today, huh?" tanyanya is attentive. Qonni himself immediately shook his head.

"No, Mom."

"Keep, why are you so lethargic?"

"I just want to take it."

"Masa? There must be something else..." Ilyas again threw the ball slowly towards the child, who was constantly laughing.

Qonni tak menjawab, bahkan matanya justru terpejam. Menikmati punggung hangat yang gagah, di tambah aromanya yang khas. Seolah tak rela di cintai oleh perempuan manapun selain dirinya.

Wait, what am I thinking? Qonni opened his eyes again, his gaze glaring towards the ceramic tiles.

"You know, no dear, today Mas got a meal coupon at one of the newly opened restaurants."

"Coupon eat?"

"Yes, so there are lecturers who open the cafe. And the food is varied, there is a seafood menu as well. It's the grand opening night." Excited, while holding my little princess.

"But, Nisa can't take me out with Mas's bike."

"Eh, yes, yes..." Duh, I can't drive a car either.

Qonni. "Then we're both, ma'am."

"both? Is it papa?"

"No papa, I used to go out on my own if there was a need or just a snack."

Ilyas smiled, then nodded. His gaze still turned back. The place where the wife rests her head.

"It's dong.." knocked on his own cheek, asked for a kiss. And for the present Qonni did not think long. He immediately obeyed her husband's wishes. Kissing the left cheek that is close to his own face.

"MashaAllah.." murmured Ilyas after getting a kiss on the cheek. He returned to play with Nisa, of course with a flowery mood.

Tonight, will really be a real date with the Wife.Batin Ilyas happy.