The Step Sister of Tiri

150. Towards the day H

“You're right, it's all my family's fault. You know, I've always been jealous of you. You can always be nice to anyone. Though it was obvious that the person had evil intentions towards you, but you have absolutely no grudge against them. I always try to keep my friends away from you. They did stay away from you, but they also used me for their own sake, just like this time. They stayed away from me after what happened to my family. Now I realize what I did was wrong. I've used them because of that, they also used me.”

Nayla lowered her head. He admitted to all the mistakes he had made against his former best friend. Kinan had also forgiven whatever he had done. The girl was quite happy to hear what Nayla said

“Already, Nay. No need to discuss this issue anymore. I'm glad you changed like you did before. I can only pray that the problems that happen to your family can be resolved soon. Your papa restaurant also hopefully can recover.”

“I'm not sure everyone can come back, after what you've done to the restaurant. There may still be people who believe in him.”

“Nothing is impossible if God has already planned. Believe in Him, God willing everything will go easily.”

“Amin, thank you for forgiving me. I won't be able to repay all your kindness all this time" Nayla said as she clasped Kinan's palm on the table.

“Already, no need to think too much. What matters now is that you have to be strong.”

Nayla nodded. He will try to help his family to get up, unlike the old days who can only have fun. From now on the girl will work hard.

“Kinan, maybe I'll quit college too. Not stop completely, but I want to take a leave first, until the state of my family is really good.”

“Whatever your decision, hopefully it's the best for you and your family.”

Nayla's order has arrived. The girl immediately enjoyed it quietly, while Kinan retreated. He reasoned because there was something the girl had to work on. That's just the reason the girl.

Kinan knew that at this moment Nayla wanted to bring home the food ordered, but was ashamed of it. Not to forget also he paid for all the food at the table then, left the restaurant. The girl drove her car home.

On the way home, Kinan thought about his friendship with Nayla. They used to be very close, wherever they were always together. Until everything changes when the two enter college and get to know Niko.

Too late in his daydream, without realizing Kinan had reached his yard. The girl immediately got out of the car and entered the quiet-looking house.

“Assalamualaikum,” Kinan said upon entering the house.

“Waalaikumsalam, where have you been, Dhek? I just got home at this hour. Usually before lunch hour is already at home,” asked Mama Aisyah who is in the family room. The girl immediately approached her mother and kissed the back of her hand.

“So out dating papa, Ma,” replied Kinan who then sat next to his mother.

“You want to snatch Mama's husband?”

“Never a pa-palah, Ma. Every day my mom is the same. I just borrowed it for lunch.”

“But lunch, time until this hour? You must have met Hanif, right? I told you not to see Hanif too often. Later if it is valid also every day meet."

“No, Ma. I met Nayla, we talked for a while.”

“Meet what she found you?”

“More precisely he asked to meet.”

“You what else did he see you?”

“Nothing, just want to apologize.”

“True, would you like to apologize, nothing else?” mama Aisyah asked with her eyes.

“He did come to apologize, Ma. No, no need to talk about it anymore. I'm going to the room, I'm going to take a shower, it smells asem.”

Kinan immediately headed to his room, while Mama Aisyah was still in the living room, watching a television show. The woman knew that the princess had deliberately avoided her question. He could only shake his head while taking a deep breath.

*****

Time passed so quickly, Zayna was twenty-three weeks pregnant, all preparations for Hanif and Kinan's wedding were finished. Tomorrow is the day everyone is waiting for, which is Hanif and Kinan's wedding day.

Everyone was kept busy with preparations for tomorrow's event. Likewise with the bride and groom who can not wait for the morning.

“Na, your shirt still fits? You measured time ‘kan your stomach is still flat, now it's a little bulging,” asked Mama Aisyah to Zayna.

“Still loading, Ma. Aunt Maysa must have predicted this, too" replied Zayna.

“Thank God then so, all the family is okay, yes! Nothing less?”

“The problem is clothes already, Ma."

“Mama so deg-degan, can't wait for tomorrow," said Mama Aisyah while holding her chest.

“Mama, the married one is Kinan, why even a stubborn Mama?” ask Ayman.

“Same, she ‘kan Mama's daughter. After Kinan's wedding then Zayna's seven-monthly event. What kind of event do you want, Na?” mama Aisyah asked her daughter-in-law.

“I want to study only, Ma, same as some orphans.”

“I agree, Ma, same idea Zayna. The prayers of the orphans God willing are said to be with God. I want at birth, both my son and my wife, to be fine" Ayman said.

“Amin, fine if that's what you want. Let Inspiration rule everything. If you're Kinan, are you ready for tomorrow's event?”

“That's tomorrow, Ma. Of course, you will not want to be ready," replied Kinan, who is owned by Mama Aisyah.

“How does it feel, Dhek?” ask Ayman.

“So I've never felt it. Why ask again.”

“Who knows differently," Ayman replied by looking at her sister. "I'll lose someone I can tease later.”

“Sister, when I just made it into a mockery," said Kinan with a frown. She pretended to be angry with her sister.

“That's exactly what's most agangenin, Dhek. Later on you will surely be seized by your husband. There is no more time for Brother,” said Ayman with a voice that has begun to differ. She felt sad that she was going to lose time with her sister.

“Kakak, why suddenly talk like that? I follow you sadly,” said Kinan with teary eyes.

Soon the girl hugged her brother. They often argue and are right about what their brother says. That's what makes them miss each other. There will be a time like this again, but it feels definitely different.

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