The Love of ROBBKU

The Guest Is King.

"You!" peekik Mala did not believe in a woman who stood before her with a sweet smile. 

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am," he said repeating greetings made Mala aware of his shock and let the woman in. 

"Waalaikumsalam, please come in."

Still with a feeling that is difficult to interpret Mala tilted her guest in and sat in the guest room. 

The princess's whining led Mala to ask the woman for permission to bring Light into the room. 

"I'm sorry, I stayed. Cha-Cha is fussy, it seems like she is sleepy," Mala explained asking permission from her guest and getting a nod of coconut from the woman who seemed to understand the situation that Mala was facing. 

After resigning and leaving his guest in the room. Mala brought the princess into her room and laid the toddler in bed while she began breastfeeding. Mala patted her daughter's butt so that the toddler fell asleep while thinking, what was it that brought the woman to visit her home. 

After Light fell asleep, Mala got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. He made some warm tea and brought some cookies to serve the guests. 

Adab who always taught her husband, namely appreciating guests and visiting them well. Although the heart is reluctant to talk or greet people who come to their homes. 

Mala was educated by the husband to hide his feelings as much as possible, should not show dislike towards people who visit their homes. For the guest is the king and, as the king, should be honored and well entertained. 

"Sorry to keep you waiting, here there is no one else but me and the Light. We also do not have a housekeeper or babysitter for our daughter" Mala explained, feeling sad as she put the tray she carried on the table. 

"No pa-pa' ko, Ma'am. I get it, but don't be too rigid and formal" she explained feeling uncomfortable.

Mala was only able to smile was forced to hear the woman's words, although Mala's heart seemed reluctant to return to familiar with the woman who was now sitting sweetly while looking at her. 

"Mom, how are you?" his tanyanya makes the daydreams of Mala amyar instantly. 

"Ah, fine! You how?" mala replied a little confused. 

"Alhamdulillah, fine. Oh, yes, Ma'am. This is a gift for Light," he explained, handing over a paper bag to Mala.

However, Mala hesitated to accept the woman's gift. The girl who used to have one roof with her and has now metamorphosed into a beautiful and graceful woman. It made Mala instinctively win a real distance between herself and the woman. 

Suci or Sulastri, the girl who used to be accommodated by Mala. Now shows a very noticeable change in the eyes of Mala who is also a woman. There was an uncomfortable feeling when the woman visited her house. Even though Mala knows the law of expelling guests it must not be. 

However, he was anxious for the woman to quickly walk away from his life. 

"Sir," called the Holy One who was astonished to see Mala just silently sculpting. 

"Ah, yes. Thank you, you shouldn't bother," Mala replied in pleasantries. His little heart thrashed around wanting immediately the unexpected guest to leave. 

"It's okay 'ko, Ma'am. Lagian Light I have also considered like my own child, this is also not much. It just so happened that I came here and wanted to give it to him directly," the Holy One explained that he felt no problem or hassle just because of the gifts brought. 

However, for Mala there is a suspicious feeling that grows just like that without being prevented. As a woman who has a very sensitive sense. Every word that came out of the lips of the Holy One was like a song that disturbed his mind. 

"Like your own child?" mala asked making Saints just nod small.

Mala's feeling as if sliced, for some reason. However, for sure he was eager to kick this woman sitting before him to leave immediately. If only he had not held Adab, perhaps he would have gladly done so. 

Suddenly the ringing of a cell phone distracts the two women. It turned out that the Holy cell phone was ringing and signified that there was an incoming call. 

"Hello," said Holy to someone who called him. 

"All right, I'll be there," Suci explained, severing her phone call.

Suci felt somewhat irate looking at Mala's nanar gaze to him, as if something was wrong with his appearance. Finally Suci also asked, "What's up, Ma'am?"

"Ah, there is nothing," said Mala gasped in shock. It turned out that he had unknowingly noticed the Holy appearance until the woman realized it. 

"Is there something wrong with my appearance?" holy Tanya hesitated. Because he was afraid that his appearance would attract attention. 

Saints are educated by the father to always look fashionable, so that when meeting with clients does not make his father feel embarrassed. 

For Saints, the child is a mask for their master. The mask that covers the disgrace and shortcomings possessed by the man who has now become the biggest shield of his tribe. 

The father of the Holy place depended and also became a place that he must always take care of. 

"Sir," called the Saints again because he saw no response from Mala. 

"Ah, yes." 

Again and again, Mala was caught as if she was daydreaming from stuttering whenever the Saints asked. 

"Sir, is there anything strange about my appearance?" Suci again repeated the same question while looking at the clothes and skirts she was wearing. Fear, if anything is inappropriate. 

Because at this time the woman was wearing a long white shirt shirt with a long black skirt. Of course with a slightly long hijab, to cover the front.

"Yesterday, I saw you wearing the niqab," explained Mala who was already curious about the drastic change of Saints.

Suci only smiled wryly at the words, because indeed yesterday he wore the niqab to meet with Mala and Satria. However, the demands of the job made him take off the cloth.

"Yes, Mother. I'm now in college and running Dad's business, so I'm forced to give up the niqab so that my friends and employees where I work and go to college can see my face," clearly Sacred was a bit hesitant after seeing Mala's gaze which she thought was intimidating. 

"You don't play with the niqab, it's not just a cloth! However, there was a very strong philosophy in it," explained Mala who had unknowingly patronized Suci and made the woman seductively look at Mala as if she was challenging the woman she valued so much. 

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. Wearing the niqab is sunnah, which is mandatory it is hijab. I did not play with a cloth that meant so much to a Muslim woman," Suci obviously felt unacceptable to Mala's words that made the woman smile meaningfully. 

"Who said you were playing with that?"

Deg… .

"Betmen's trap," Sacred Inner. 

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