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Arriving at a simple house, Ilyas immediately released his client's tube monitor which was tied behind the back with a rubber strap. Because before going home a lecturer he knew contacted him to come home and take his damaged goods for service.

"Assalamualaikum, son of Ilyas!"

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah, Weh Pak Masdar. Where's Sir?" His reply came back to the middle-aged man who served as the chairman of RT in his place.

"Abis the afternoon walk towards the afternoon," he replied with a chuckle. "What's the air, huh?"

"Regular, ancient things. Hahaha.." he joked.

"Not sold? His looks are still good. Coincidentally the monitor at home again is often fussy."

"Wow, he's just a patient. Can't be mapped."

"That, huh?"

"If you want to be in Dalem. But yeah, not this good." Ilyas.

"How much? Not expensive, is it?"

"Cheap, same Mr. Masdar mah. The important thing is to look at the stuff first."

"Come on." Come on."

Ilyas smiled, carefully lifting the thing he was carrying earlier and placing it on the table of the living room. After that, the two men of different ages went directly into his special work room. Where the goods of service or maybe new items arranged quite neatly in it.

The bespectacled man explained, his flaws and advantages. After giving enough details of the used goods, the bargaining process occurred, so that it arrived at the agreed price.

"InshaAllah, I'll take Isya back later, sir."

"But I haven't brought the money yet, Yas."

"Somehow, I'll see you later."

"Hohoho, yes, yes." The middle-aged man with his distended stomach patted the shoulder of the man next to him. "If so, excuse me."

"Yes, Sir. Monggo, be careful on the road."

"Ready!" reply while pointing your thumb.

Ilyas sighed while saying hamdalah. Today the sustenance is flowing quite smoothly, so he can pay regular bills every month with the additional results these few days. After living life as a backbone without a father and mother, the man did have to work extra.

In the past his mother's income might be able to help with daily needs, so it does not feel heavy. While now? He really works alone to support himself and his sisters who are still in school. Once triggered on the lips of Ibnu to stop his education until high school only after work. But that's not what Ilyas wanted. The bespectacled man with his curly hair still wants all his sisters to go to school as high as possible. To be able to live life better than he.

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A few days changed again...

On this colorless sunny night, Ilyas was neat with long-sleeved batik wrapped in his body that was not too thin but not fat either. The figure with the ideal body was about to attend the circumcision of the child of one of the fellow teachers who had taught at the same school.

By riding his motorcycle. He lunged down the street, down the alley by alley until he got to one of the houses in a fairly densely populated area.

The event which is only in the title one day one night makes guests who come and go never subside. As always, new guests will be directed to the buffet area. After greeting the host.

While waiting in line, Ilyas just realized apparently one of the men who also lined up was a father who he knew.

"MashaAllah, Mr Fatkhul Qulum?" The man immediately rebuked the man who was right in front of him. Ulum looked a little.

"Eh, You?"

"Muhammad Ilyasa, sir. You remember that, right?" The man extended his hand.

"It's still.., just his name's a little forgotten." The man with a friendly smile in front of him immediately shook Ilyas' hand. "Can I meet you here?"

"Yes Sir. It just so happened that Mr. Haqi used to teach at Cileungsi State High School, where I teach now. I know it."

"Oooh, and He now teaches in Man, where I am a duty," Ulum replied later.

"Yes Sir. Lucky I could meet Mr. Fatkhul again," he said that made Ulum smile while taking the rice that had been served. "Whose father?"

"Wife together, it's at the buffet table for a row of women," pointed at another table where Ilyas could find a hooded figure with a still slender body. "Who are you?"

"Just like my fellow teachers, sir. Just the deal here."

Ulum mangosteen while taking the side dishes one by one. Both of them were silent for a moment because they focused on taking the side dishes in turn.

"Anu– how's Ayu doing, sir?" tanyanya ventured. Because honestly he was curious about the condition of Qonni after the departure of Aaron. Understand, the distance and her who is nobody is very unlikely to know whatever she is doing now.

"Good luck. Thank God –"

"Oh.. alhamdulilah." Ilyas was suddenly nervous. Though this is a chance to chat again with his father Qonni. "Ma–still teaching, right?"

Both have finished taking food and are now pulled over so as not to hinder other guests who want to take food as well.

"Thank God," he murmured faintly. Then Ayu's days are starting to normal again. Anna was happy to hear that.

"If you have free time, can you play at home?"

Ilyas head is lifted. He didn't hear wrong, did the middle-aged man next to him offer to come to his house?

"Ma–main?" tanyanya.

"Yes, I hear you're good at electronic goods service?"

"Oh.., yes, sir." Anna thought she was told to play to really play. His mind continued with a slight feeling of disappointment.

"CPU can?"

"Can, Sir. Bisa–" Ilyas pressed the middle of his glasses frame.

"Well, I'd like to try the check. There's a problem with his fan heatsink. You see, the CPU is hot."

"InshaAllah, Sunday tomorrow, sir. A little too lazy."

"Alhamdulillah, I'm waiting. You remember the way to my house, right?"

"InshaAllah, still." The man grinned while scratching his non-itchy head.

"Yes, then. I go first, yeah. I'm waiting for my wife, huh. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes, Mr. Fatkhul. Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," he replied.

A moment after the man walked away for some reason Ilyas became happy. Isn't this a chance to see Ayudia's condition firsthand?

A man patted her on the shoulder, making himself look fast. A man she knew greeted her, after which invited her to eat together in an empty chair. The two then walked together to the place that was seen empty earlier and sat there while chatting a lot of things.

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At the same time, Qonni was tying Aina's hair with colorful rubber. The little girl who had started running around was in her parents' house to visit someone in the hospital. Be the child in the house Ulum since the afternoon.

"Aunty," he called her a little slurred.

"Yes, Honey?" Qonni was still focused on tying up Aina's thin hair.

"Om Haun, that's–" his little hand pointed at the wedding photo of Qonni and Aaron who was in his room.

Qonni himself immediately turned his head, looking at the cheerful faces of those who were showing their respective marriage books. He smiled slightly before returning to his nephew.

"Om Haun? Mana Om.." he asked innocently who did not really understand, if the man who often carried and then took him for a walk was gone.

"Om Haun, in the sky. Same Allah–"

"God?" ask her with a slightly wrinkled forehead. It was also what made Qonni laugh with anxiety after that put a veil on his tiny face.

"Yeeeeey, it's beautiful, Ainaaaa..."

"Tantics?"

"Hehe, muaaaach." Qonni kissed Aina's cheeks fat.

Geck, tok...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ukhti Umma's beauty." Safa looked up from behind the slightly open door.

"Guilipinam, Umma!" Qonni whispered with an enthusiastic expression. The little girl immediately ran towards her mother who had spread out both hands.

"Baba, where's Baba, Umma?"

"Propa down below, dear," replied Safa, who just made Aina run out. "Don't run, son!" Safa is chasing him.

Qonni himself sighed, slowly moving while holding his waist. Then walked slowly after his brother.

Right at the end of the stairs, Qonni looked up at Aina's happiness, which was immediately scattered to Afin. Make her hands reflex stroke the stomach that slightly felt the baby's movement.

"Prophe, Aina was coloring."

"Oh, huh? Let Baba see?" Afin kissed her little cheeks so many times, that the little girl laughed.

"In Aunty's room. There!" pointing towards the top.

Qonni smiled with eyes that started to fog. Actually he did not want to feel jealous of his brother who still has a husband. Especially when seeing Aina can indulge with Babanya. But not wrong, right if sometimes his heart feels sore?

Making him so imagine, his son will only be able to see the closeness of Aina with her father. While he is, it probably won't be like that.

Safa who saw the condition of Ayudia immediately grabbed her body, then leaned her head on the shoulders of the sister. That's what made Qonni try to hold back his tears, then return Safa's embrace by his side.