
Filda was tired, out of the house. There was a lot of activity he did. Including push the bike, and also the same road Ali. Now it is in the house, but it makes no wonder no one answered his beat. Like no one, but impossible. The door of the house was unlocked, so his feet decided to step towards the room.
"Is it true that Mama is busy, to look indifferent like this? Door unlocked, greeting unanswered." Filda muttered to herself.
Filda began to knock on the door of the room, until someone held her shoulder from behind. Turns out oh, it was his stepfather.
"Why do upright sculpt?" ask Qalam.
"I really want to go inside." replied Filda.
Filda put her foot inside. He saw a middle-aged woman, still on the bed. If indeed his eyes are closed in sleep, but why the heart of Filda feel restless. He felt that the Caliph was not okay. Qalam also advised, so as not to sleep in the morning.
"Mama, don't stay in Filda!" Filda shook the body of the Caliph, who had just breathed his last.
There was no movement, from the middle-aged woman's body. Filda shed tears slowly, before finally pooling on her eyelids.
Qalam held both shoulders of Filda. "Patiently, son, God loves your mother more. Try to always hold your chest, in accepting His will." said Qalam.
"Yes Dad, I will let Mama go." replied Filda.
The funeral was done smoothly, without a hitch. They feel sad, but they have to let go. Not all who live will return.
"Mama, why are you so quick to go." Filda stared at the funeral.
"Dad will take care of you, strong boy. Father was also in fact sad, when he witnessed his funeral." replied Qalam.
"Filda, spirit! Mama you must be calm, if you don't always grieve." said Fiha.
"Sir, thank you for your support" replied Filda.
Aliya and Umar came to the house of Syansa, because Fiha invited them to eat together. Fiha greeted them, with a feeling of joy.
"Eh you two are here, how are you?" ask Fiha.
"Alhamdulillah good Aunt." answered both.
"Let's go inside." take Syansa.
"Yes" replied Umar and Aliya.
When the only point of the heart is hope, but destiny says something else. Sometimes God knows what we need, not what we want. Like the Syansa who likes Umar, but destiny says something else.
"I'm following the extracurricular activities of table tennis" Aliya replied.
"If you are Umar?" ask Fiha.
"I am also so Aunt, I follow the extracurricular game of Basketball." replied Umar.
Hasbi and Fiha have reached the office, because that day there are activities. They will be given the task, to go out of the city. The boss who had opened the conversation earlier, only got the response of the mangosteen. Please be advised, the task is to make Hasbi and Fiha confused. A task that deviates from its usual activities.
"This task is done, to get a testimonial. A trust, which will be built from within. Of course it involves employees and employees, who are real husband and wife in the office" said the boss.
"Why is that so boss, isn't it having no effect at all." replied Fiha.
"This "blind date (blind date), is tantamount to a market plan. Of course it is very useful, to see how the company's products are accepted among the public" said the boss.
"In other words, the boss gave us a task to survey the location" Fiha replied.
"Well, of course what you said is true. By checking the location, you can know what snacks young people like. Especially when they spend time, with the people they love." said the boss.
"We are old, not young anymore" Hasbi replied.
"Despite old age, it does not show this. You guys still look like ABG kasmaran." joked the boss.
"Heheh.
In the afternoon it was raining heavily, and Hasbi took off the suit she was wearing. He covered the head of the Fiha, so as not to be exposed to rainwater. After that, they both got into the car.
"Darling, later when it comes down you have to be careful. If you get rain, you'll have a fever" Hasbi said.
"Yes, yes my husband. It's a big onion!" Fiha smiled towards Hasbi.
Yunah opened the door, looking at her son and daughter-in-law who had just returned home. He brought umbrellas, so that they would not be showered.
"Let's take a quick shower, then fill your stomach" said Yunah.
"Yes Ma'am." replied Hasbi.
"Later you catch a cold, if not quickly change clothes." Yunah was still looking at Fiha's clothes, which were wet.
"Yes ma'am, I'll go to the room first." replied Fiha.