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After Ashar the bespectacled man prepared next to his red motorbike. Waiting for their wife and daughter to exit while opening the social media app. From the direction of the door, Mr. Ulum walked slowly, the middle-aged man approached the son-in-law.

"You want to go for a walk?" ask him with his hands in the back.

"Yes, Sir. Mumpung tomorrow holiday, his intention is to go to the HI park. After that stop by Kyai Irsyad's house," she replied with a smile, while her hands moved to put the phone into the sling bag she was wearing on her chest.

Ulum nodded, his eyes fixed on the motor whose engine was not turned on. "Tomorrow is a holiday. Ilyas' son's coming with you, huh?"

"Where, Sir?"

"Ke road towards the complex park. It's quiet, I want to teach you to drive a four-wheeled vehicle" he replied.

Ouch... Ilyas was silent, confused to answer what to hear the words of Mr. Ulum who said he would teach him to drive a car. He didn't need to learn to drive. Especially those who teach their own father-in-law.

"Mobile parts are also often idle. If you can drive, right, good. So it can often be used," he added.

Ilyas gulped, there is a sense of worry if he later told often-often bring his car Mr. Ulum. Know for yourself, the type of Pajero sports car that is usually parked in the home of Qonni's parents is not cheap.

He could not imagine, how many times the payday to replace the damage to the expensive car if it hit or maybe just scratched a little. He would never have expected that he would suffer such a fate.

"agreed, right? I'm patient with the person, it won't kill you if you teach," he said again to the man who was just a whimper, did not know how to respond other than ngokguk.

Oh, God, how do you feel, huh? (Ilys)

Because since then just nodding, every time you hear his words. Mr. Ulum smiled assuming that his daughter-in-law agreed to learn to drive. Until Qonni came out holding his daughter who was also hijab.

"MashaAllah–" at once the awkwardness was diverted to Nisa who looked adorable with a pink jacket that was in line with her tiny hijab.

The bespectacled man immediately kissed his little princess cheek. Where the two hands of the child directly outstretched in the carrying of the father continued.

"Don't come, Abi. You're the same Ummi as you were, son." Qonni held his daughter's hand which began to fuss a little because he wanted her in Abi Ilyas's car.

"MashaAllah, the beautiful one. Later, dear." Ilyas chuckled furiously at Nisa who was unceasingly whining.

"Come, Mas let's go now," asked Qonni who was nodding his head.

Both say goodbye, no exception also kiss Ulum's hand. The middle-aged man kissed Nisa's cheek before they left.

"Be careful, Yas. Greetings to Kyai Irsyad."

Both of them nodded before greeting. The motor drove slowly, to a crowded location visited by Bekasi residents and surrounding areas.

***

Arriving at the location, the two immediately walked slowly. Ilyas carried Nisa, carrying her on his shoulders. The position that the child loves the most.

The atmosphere of the park that has not been so crowded makes the eyes become wider viewing. Maybe because it was late afternoon. Usually young people will roam a lot when night falls.

"Mas, today I speak with Fatimah," said Qonni next to Ilyas. The man looked at her for a moment.

"It's not something that matters. But I was happy, because from our conversation, my relationship with Fatimah began to improve. Although still a bit awkward Danya." Qonni smiled. Slow steps swayed, following an elongated path.

"Thank God then" the man murmured in gratitude.

Previously, he was a little regretful of Fatimah's immature attitude, because he had openly expressed his disappointment. Until Qonni himself was affected.

But again he tried to understand. Everyone has their own way of expressing. Although it is actually a bit uncomfortable. Isn't that human?

Highlight Ilyas's eyes switched focus on one point. He also sped up the pace as he approached the toy salesman who provided a device to blow soap bubbles.

He bought one, then handed it to Qonni to use a tool like a fish-shaped shot, with a small propeller facing directly at the small holes in front of him.

"We play there, Yuk," the bespectacled man asked as he pointed towards a quieter place with green grass.

Qonni nodded in agreement, turned back away from the merchant, then headed to the location Ilyas had pointed to earlier.

Arriving there, the woman immediately poured a little soap liquid into a container that already has a package with the toy. Then shoot the tool into the air until the soap bubbles begin to fly a lot.

Her hand extended a little Nisa's hand to touch the balloons that floated slowly around her. The child also laughed cheerfully. As Ilyas' steps accelerated, it broke one by one of the bubbles.

Ilyas' laughter also broke when the bubble burst near his son's face. He rushes worried that it will irritate Nisa's eyes.

On one side, Qonni smiled. This is what he expected when he was alone. There is the figure of Father, who will accompany his daughter to play.

The man before Qonni smiled at him, catching Qonni's eyes constantly directed at Ilyas.

"Actually, I from yesterday thought, Mas. How can a man like me get love from a man who is actually much in the interest of the Eve?" His finger pressed the trigger of the soap bubble gun. Until the light transparent circles are back in the air.

Ilyas took one or two steps forward just to wipe his wife's head that looked cool making bubbles. Her gaze was fixed on the woman who suddenly misbehaved when she found her husband's eyes continue to point at her.

"Mas again surprised you, Dek."

"However?" Qonni's smile was still widening, while occasionally pushing Ilyas' face to stop looking at him. The man held his wife's hand with one hand.

"You can think of me as a man who is much interested in the Eve. In fact, getting the love of one woman is hard to die half."

Qonni fell silent, his cheeks met with red. Her sweet lips could not help but curl a smile. Both were wrong for a while.

"Should I say it's luck?" ask Qonni.

"Me or you are lucky?" reply Ilyas.

"Both–" Qonni shot the soap bubble into the air. The man in front smiled wryly. He rubbed Qonni's hand with one hand.

It was a beautiful twilight they spent. But before arriving at the magrib time they immediately rushed to the house of Ustadz Irsyad. Hopefully, the uncle who is like his own biological father is at home.