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Driving Training.

The morning began to swelter, Ilyas sat in the steering chair. His tense gaze was pointing forward, while his sweaty hands gripped the circumference of the steering wheel.

Yes, he who actually does not want driving training, but instead so stuck because of the bad feeling to reject it. Moreover, the car he would drive was an expensive car owned by his father-in-law.

O Allah, protect the servant. Slave is afraid to crash... Unrelenting lips recite, listening to every direction from Mr. Ulum. With hands pointing at everything in front of Ilyas.

"See the button on the right of the steering wheel?" ask Ulum.

Ilyas glanced at the direction indicated, then nodded when he found the button.

"Well, it's called the stop angine button. You press that button once."

"Sa–while the brake inject?" tanyanya nervous.

"No, not just yet. Just one pitcher."

Ilyas nodded, at the press of the button. Where his heart is still a little worried that the engine will be directly lit, then the road itself because it does not step on the brakes.

The closed rearview section starts to open, along with an audio screen that automatically turns on.

"Now push again his angine."

"Ya–who was, sir?"

"Yes," Ulum smiled. Recognizing the tension of Ilyas. The young man next to him nodded. Pressing the button again. Now, the electric system began to light up, along with all other car components.

Ilyas rubbed his forehead which let out a cold sweat. Where the lips continue to recite, the hands are also getting tighter grip the steering wheel.

Allahs... Allahs... Allahs...

"Look easy, son. Do not tense, we practice first master all the components. So not directly jalan–" said Ulum who understands the movements of the tension of his son-in-law.

Making him remember the mass then, when suddenly invited Kyai Irsyad to leave without planning. Then train him to drive impromptu.

Only difference, he used to practice using a manual car, unlike Ilyas now.

"Pull your breath, take a breath..." Entertain Ulum until the daughter-in-law next to him laughs stiffly.

"Yes, sir." Bismillah...

"Now, hit the brakes. Keep pressing that button again one more time."

The bespectacled man took a deep breath, while his feet began to step on the brakes. His hands began to touch the angine button until the smooth sound of the car engine began to sound.

Breathing sounds heard. Ulum again chuckled patting his son-in-law's shoulder.

"Don't tense up, Yas."

"Steep, sir. Istighfar though..." The man next to her tried to laugh even though his hands were trembling.

"The point at the beginning is to understand yes. What are these components?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now I turn it off. We start all over again."

"Yes, sir," he replied again.

Beginning with a bismillah reading, Ilyas recalls. Then point while repeating, any names and uses of these components. Like the function of the Electrik parking break on his left side. Then he pressed the start angine button. Three times by giving a break time.

Several times, Ulum began to ask Ilyas to step on the gas pedal slowly. Because this type of matic car, according to Ulum will be easier to understand.

A few hours later, the car began to run smoothly even though it was still twirling there. The tense Ilyas had not been so domineering at all. It still needs a few times of training, but for Ulum this is good.

Days and weeks passed. Ulum still kept asking him to practice. Ilyas also began to dare to enter the highway, with the guidance of Mr. Ulum who was patient and painstaking.

"Well, it's a little fun, right? The important thing is to slow down," he said with a gaze fixed on the quiet road.

"MashaAllah–" The bespectacled man began to be able to smile. His hand turned the circumference of the steering wheel to turn.

"Try parking there." Pointing forward.

"But it's a little rame, sir."

Ilyas nodded, the man began to slow down his car. Then turn on the penny lights and pull over.

"See the situation, do not forget to make sure the back is empty when backing off. Using the middle and side view."

"Yes, sir," answered Ilyas obediently. The man began to position his car, although not perfect but still successful. "Alhamdulillah."

"Well, can you?"

"Alhamdulillah, sir," answered Ilyas calmly.

"After this often bring your own. Don't wait for me. Let's get better."

Ilyas nodded. His heart was relieved, because during the rehearsal, his car-in-law was still intact without any abrasions. A few minutes of rest at a department store. Mr. Ulum again told him to bring the car to the house.

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In-house...

Qonni, Aida and Safa were sitting in the courtyard of the mat-shaped house. Three women of different ages were busy eating rujak while monitoring two little fairies playing on the grass.

"Mom, this is a bit of a pain." Safa protested, already eating a few pieces of mango. His stomach was getting hot, and he gave up.

"What's so bad, Nduk?" ask Aida giggling. Qonni shook his head, his mouth still full of chewing water guava. "Dad, Ma'am, Mu" Aida continued later.

Safa shook her hands. He really did not dare to poke the ball again.

"Astaghfirullah, the mouth feels like it's burning—the cracker, Deck." Pointing to the white crackers near Qonni who was still cool eating his mother's homemade rujak.

The hand trembled, then handed a large plastic jar to her brother.

"MashaAllah, segernya–" praised Qonni who unceasingly poked sambal rujak using mango.

Safa finished her crackers while shaking her head. Mother and Qonni are the most good at eating spicy food. He likes it, but not all of them.

Now the long-veiled woman still eats guava, or jicama. But choose to eat polosan. Neutralize the spicy effect on the tongue although it may still try to chocolate a little.

In the middle of the cool women who are eating fruit. The car Ilyas was driving appeared.

Qonni smiles, she is happy when her husband begins to be adept at driving four-wheeled vehicles.

"Well, it's Abinya Nisa. Tomorrow to Cileungsi no longer use the motorbike," exclaimed Aida also happy.

"MashaAllah–" Qonni's lips muttered happily. Greeting two different-age men she loves.

Seen, Ilyas smiled at his wife while carrying a sling bag.

"Wish it's good, Mom?" ask Qonni after kissing hands.

"Lumayan– but still have to be surfed again," he replied.

"Alhamdulillah if so," replied Qonni.

He also approached Ulum. To hand over the car keys to his father-in-law, suddenly forgot that the car keys were still in his hands.

"This, Sir. The key," he said as he offered.

"Hold you first. Late tomorrow again, as often as possible."

"But, later if you want to wear it?"

"It's easy, which is important to keep you first," he replied before approaching his two granddaughters.

On the other hand, Safa smiled. He was happy when everything seemed to be fine. Even his sister-in-law did not show any uncomfortable impression even though she lived in one house with her in-laws.

Ilyas sighed, his gaze shifting on Qonni.

"No papa, Mas" he whispered without a sound. Ilyas nodded, before joining his mother, father, and brother-in-law to enjoy the fruit.

Don't ask Afin Anka where. The man was busy taking care of a new branch of his Turkish restaurant in another city. Which now has approximately ten Turkish restaurants spread across several large malls in the Jakarta and Bekasi areas.

Which is likely to increase again, as the request of his fans who feel curious when seeing honest reviews from other Selebgrams voluntarily.