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the unexpected

The woman in the tunic suit and plisket skirt stepped into the modest house owned by her husband's family. His lethargic face he tried to hide although it was still slightly legible by the pair of glass-framed eyes before him.

"Why baby?" Ilyas asked who was holding Nisa.

"Why what?" he asked while putting the package containing diapers that he had just bought onto the table.

"How rich is it in his face? Was there something at the shop?"

"No, really," he answered, playing with his nails.

Ilyas sighed, his steps slowly approaching and sitting by his side. Incidentally the house is currently quiet, because Abas there are activities outside while Ibn trading.

"If there is nothing, it is impossible to dong when to a cheerful stall, then turn it like this," he persuaded.

Here it is, the culprit. Which makes the children fall in love. I finally got targeted...

Qonni glanced back at her husband. He then pulled Ilyas' ear suddenly until the man complained.

"Kok, Mas in the jewel anyway?" his protest while rubbing his ears, confused himself. While Qonni still looked irritated towards him.

"Basic is not responsible!"

"Cock?" The more confused Ilyas made him. "What responsibility, you mean?"

"Try a shadow, there is someone who blatantly realain his feelings of love to your partner through you? How's it trying to taste?"

"meaning?"

"Babysh!" Qonni again reached out to Ilyas' ear, this time longer until the man cried out for mercy. In addition, Nisa's laughter actually broke.

"Sickness, Deck...." Ilyas rubbed his reddened ear. "Who the hell is he talking about?"

"Not knowing! Think of it yourself," got up, his slightly stomped steps stepping in.

"Well, why? Did I make a mistake?"

Confused himself, he turned towards Nisa. Where when their eyes meet each other, Nisa instead laughed again.

"Father in the jewel, son. Are you laughing?" Nodding Ilyas' head made the boy laugh again.

Ilyas kissed her cheeks, then got up while bringing the child into the middle room.

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In kitchen...

While holding Nisa, Ilyas tailed behind Qonni who was pacing the dishes and glasses that had been washed onto the shelf. When turning around a few times, Ilyas deliberately stood in front of him blocking while grinning.

"Let'sooo!" His body was removed by Ilyas with his small hand.

"Dek, don't dong. I'm confused if you're rich." Still trailing behind Qonni.

"If confused grip!" sambarnya ketus with his hands appreciate the plate in the basin.

"Yes, hold on here." He grabbed Qonni's only hand before walking together.

"This is what, anyway?" The woman stopped her steps.

"Said he asked for a handle?" his dream was joking. But he was hurriedly let go when Qonni's eyes pointed sharply at him. "Hehehe..."

Qonni sighed, he placed the last plate onto the shelf. Then dudu on the dining table chair. Followed by Ilyas then, pulling his seat out and sitting face to face.

"Clearly first— you if angry gini yes? I'm not a shaman who can instantly know your heart, baby."

"So it's been cleared" he replied.

"Which one is in the clear? Mama, don't you understand?"

"Fatimah."

"Why take Fatimah, Dek?"

Qonni sighed, in fact he had promised not to tell about their conversation the other day. But seeing Fatimah's cold attitude for weeks, made her uncomfortable. Until he had to rebuke the husband. Even if he doesn't know, who's wrong here.

"You really have a relationship is not the same Fatimah?"

"Oh my God, did I say— doesn't exist, Dek. Time don't believe it anyway?"

"But why did He come so deep to love you?"

"Eh..."

"I'm– I feel guilty." Qonni with chin support.

"But if someone loves you more, why don't you choose to love, rather than waiting to be loved...?"

Ilyas sighed. "You had a conversation with him?"

Qonni mutely, only once glancing after that turned away again.

"Sir, no one can force the heart. Just as I can't make your heart choose me, just yet."

"But..."

"What?" On the trunk of the head covered with a caramel-colored rectangular hijab is gently.

Qonni's gaze pointed at Ilyas, his brownish net was shiny. He could not tell how much the girl loved him. Because, this is not a drama in a film where the female main character will hand over her partner to another woman who loves him more.

Qonni could no longer deny it. If the heart begins to feel unwavering when the husband is loved by another woman. About Fatimah, let her behave like what? Because every human being has his own time to truly be sincere.

At Qonni's hand, the man squeezed it gently and then in his kiss. "Mas just love you, Dek. You can say, my first love is delayed."

"Smart men are dreadful." Embarrassed to turn his face. However, while pulling Ilyas' hand, he placed the palm on his own cheek.

Ilyas laughed, slowly got up and stood beside Qonni kissing the fragrant tip of his head from the hijab that wrapped his head.

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At 02:49, the next day.

Ilyas was awake, before he got up The man usually sat down first to collect his life. After that, I picked up the glasses on the table.

When the glasses were perfectly fitted, the man rolled up his floor mattress and got up.

In his eyes one-on-one, the child and wife are fast asleep. He smiled, before breezing out to perform the evening prayer.

Because the prayer room does not exist, Ilyas usually uses the front room adjacent to the living room for night worship or other sunnahs.

With a face wet from the ablution water, the man was ready to hold a prayer mat. The silence of the night atmosphere, in hopes to make his worship solemn. Ilyas' lips began to mutter, reading the intention of the prayer first.

Suratan with a sentence that is not too long he read. The plan he will read a letter that is quite long when praying tahajjud later. Minutes passed quietly, until his ears began to be disturbed by the sound of a motor that was like pacing three times there.

There is no suspicion, because the focus is still on worship at this time. And when the greetings of the two were heard from his lips. Ilyas turned to the window that was covered in curtains, because the sound of the motor was like stopping.

Waiting for a while, he thought someone would visit but he did not hear footsteps.

He just wanted to look outside. At the sight of someone standing guard on the motorbike, while he saw the gate of Mr. Sofian's house slowly moving open.

Because, even from its position that is blocked by the wall, the position of the open gate is still visible at the top.

"Suspicious, huh?" he murmured while closing the curtains. The man was shaking, but he didn't want to take the risk. Hurry himself out through the side door in order to be sure without having to be caught.

Ilyas stepped slowly and hid behind a mango tree in front of his house. As expected, they are the thief where one of them is satronizing Mr. Sofian's house.

He picked up a block of wood, saying bismillah the man ventured to approach one of them sitting on the bike.

Honey, from the shadow of the lamp that highlighted Ilyas was also found. The man in front with the motor engine running directly on the gas left one friend who was still busy fiddling with the latest matic motor at this time.

Hurriedly Ilyas approached the iron fence, then closed it from the inside. Arresting the man who was about to run away brought the motor belonging to Bu Sofian who had succeeded he broke the key.

Because of panic the thief also issued a sajam. Kontan, Ilyas' eyes widened, where the legs felt stiff when faced with a sharp-armed criminal.

"So, no, Lu! or the cave is bent, nih.." the threat.

"Please motorbike or I teriakin maling, now?" With trembling Ilyas gave a warning.

"Let's die, Lu same cave?"

"I'm not looking to die, Bang. But this is not your right," he replied undaunted.

"Damn it!"

"Eh, who's there?! Muttering! MALIIIE!" mr. Sofian who suddenly came out of the balcony immediately shouted at the vane. In the follow-up, Bu Sofian and Fatimah.

Where the panicked thief immediately tried to escape, Ilyas hurriedly held back but unfortunately, he failed when the sharp object immediately recognized his arm.

A small groan rang out, Ilyas' body falling down while holding an arm covered in blood.

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#relax, Ilyas not papa Kok hehehe... (Author)