The Best Choice

Harviza

The next day at Mustofa's house. Samira packed the things he wanted to bring to the outbound place later in the morning while now the dawn adhan was reverberating. Mr. Harjono's voice, the mosque's marbot, Mustofa's co-worker.

"So that come with me?" Samira approached her father who was sitting in the living room after preparing for morning prayers at home, but from the look of Mustofa Samira's face can suspect his father is waiting for someone especially his cellphone is not also Mustofa put on the table as is his usual.

"Will you have guests?" Samira waited for his father's answer patiently, especially his father even received a call from someone with a facial expression.

"Abah just wait before seven, Harviz. Abah kangen!" mustofa.

Harvise? The harviza?

Samira grunts dislike.

Harviza is the son of a boarding school owner Mustofa's old best friend who has long been part of Samira's childhood life. The shadow of Harviza's rancid and arrogant attitude suddenly made Samira's mood upset.

Mustofa put his phone on the table while wearing a peci. Her heart was in full flow of news from her best friend the other day if her son wanted to meet Samira.

"Wait for Harviza? Want what?" ask Samira curiously.

Mustofa smiles. "Son Harviza went outbound, he changed Abah because Mr. Muh Tama wanted to meet kangen with Abah, Sam." That explanation is very very upsetting Samira. The girl who was still wearing the nightgown pouted.

"Kok Abah did not say that suddenly Abah cancel follow the outbound. Abah should know I miss playing with Abah." Samira was tired.

Mustofa grimaced until his toothless tooth was seen. "That you know the news is also suddenly Samira, Abah will come with God if Muh Tama wants to outbound with us."

Samira turned around after Mustofa told him to take a bath to get ready for prayer.

My life was not calm as a boarding boy because of Harviza's sister. Now what else does that man want after so long gone from my life.

Samira is preparing lazily, a mood that flips quickly after yesterday having fun with Aslan at the bookstore and dinner place before she takes the day off. It was a day but for Aslan it was a long time.

Aslan admits he will lose Samira in a day and it is ridiculous for Samira.

"Why sir? I'm not missing. I only have a day off." said Samira last night.

Aslan sipped his coffee after loosening the tie.

"I thought we were close."

Samira chuckled, with the romantic situation in the four-star restaurant she felt Aslan was just getting carried away.

It turns out there's something worse than Mr. Aslan. But mending sir Aslan, already giving work, giving salary. Brother Harviza? Ngecking doang.

Take off one hour after buying a welcoming meal at the market. Samira arranged the market snacks on two ceramic plates with a crooked face so that Mustofa had to give him a morning lecture.

"I'm the same as Harviza because he is indeed Abah's nyebelin, did Abah forget when I used to like my veil in the pull he keeps throwing it on the tree?"

Mustofa remembered his wife. How his wife divorced both of them and how Samira cried. It turns out that time did not take away his daughter's childish attitude.

"You're all grown up, Samira. Harviza moreover, there's no way she's pulling your veil and she keeps throwing it up the tree. There's no way that is!" refute Mustofa.

"Ah Abah, from a long time ago that Abah bela kak Harviza kept, Abah kak Harviz's son what Samira!" grunting Samira while turning off the stove, he poured hot water from the kettle on the water pitcher to brew tea.

From the outside, the guest who had been disturbing Samira's concentration pressed the bell button with a happy expression. Harviza had been waiting for the moment to meet Samira again after she finished her education abroad.

"Assalamualaikum, kang Mustofa."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Oh, my God."

The two old friends met, with the pleasure of Mustofa and Muh Tama hugging while patting their backs.

"How are you, Mus? Oh, my God, look at your gray hair a lot." Muh Tama chuckled while staring at his old friend.

"Disease, no one has taken care of it so this is how my son is happy." Mustofa smiles.

"Of..." Harviza who had just dropped the souvenirs from the car bowed while kissing the back of Mustofa's hand. "Assalamualaik."

"Getishalight." Mustofa patted Harviza on the shoulder. "Have you brought outbound preparations, son?"

"Well, where is it?" Harviza looked inside the house with a deliberate attitude.

Mustofa and Muh Tama glanced at each other with suspicious expressions.

"In just making tea, let's go in first just met Samira. He still likes it as well as you kid, just now was ranting. Just for sure now is no longer crybaby." joked Mustofa while embracing Harviza.

The man wearing the white linen shirt and jeans had a smile. He clenched his hands while entering the Mustofa house which he used to frequent with his parents.

Sitting in the living room, Mustofa called out to Samira who had been breathing and exhaling repeatedly.

"No Mr. Aslan, Mr. Harviza so. When do I get free." Samira lifted the tray from the dining table, she smiled with a forced smile while carrying the guest banquet with a limp step.

"Assalamualaikum om, sis." Samira greets, puts a tray on the table and serves a warm drink he half-heartedly makes to his father's proud guests.

"Please drink it, brother."

"Samira is big now." Muh Tama extended her hand, greeting Samira with a warm smile.

"Om kangen you're the same, let alone Harviz. Coming home from abroad is what you're looking for."

A timing?

Samira glanced at Harviza with a heavy heart.

"How are you, Sam?"

"Alhamdulillah good brother."

Especially before my brother came.

Samira received the souvenirs from Harviza with a smile that was completely forced. Still Harviza remained pleased with Samira's unchanged attitude. Cuek and judes.

"Thank you, but don't bother."

"Already Samira, his name is a gift of sustenance." concluded Mustofa, fearing his daughter increasingly bouncing everywhere because of the presence of Harviza.

"Drink first, Muh. After this if you don't mind us going outbound kids, Samira miss playing with me. Snatch him from earlier if I cancel the outbound Muh." complained Mustofa blatantly.

Harviza turned her face while smiling amusedly.

Still the same, lasher.

"Emmmmm..."

Harviza kontan was stunned casually after hearing deheman Samira with nyolot.

"Change, um Tama. I'll go to the room first, get ready. Half an hour to go to the mosque." Samira glanced at Harviza who was nodding his head.

Disrupters.

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