The Way to Your Light
CHAPTER 34 (GIVING OF AAMIR)
At night, Naisha is at home. While Umi and Abinya about half an hour ago went out, they initially wanted to invite Naisha to come out. However, Naisha rejected him on the grounds that he was lazy and wanted to go to bed earlier tonight.
Naisha then entered the room in shaky steps, as she reached the door of her room, suddenly Naisha remembered Aamir. Since this afternoon, Naisha has not met Aamir. Last Naisha saw Aamir was busy in the mosque and the breaking time was not there Aamir. Abi said, Aamir opened in the mosque. But, why didn't he tell Naisha? And at this hour he did not come home, how busy is he in the mosque? Naisha could only murmur in her heart.
Naisha then laid her body on the bed. On her back, Naisha then looked up at the sky - the sky of her room without blinking her eyes.again, Naisha's thoughts led her to think of Aamir, and worse, her, aamir's face seemed to be drawn in the sky - the sky of his room. Naisha immediately sat down with a short sigh.
"Damnah... Why the hell am I? Kenpa should think of Aamir the maggu? Naisha.. Naisha.. Never mind, your mind begins to rumble indistinctly. That's bad." said Naisha who spoke to herself.
Moments later, Naisha's HP rang Firmer. Naisha then hurriedly took her cellphone located on the table, but her heart and mind hoped that the one who called her was Aamir. But, when he looked at the HP screen which turned out not to be Aamir who called, Naisha immediately felt disappointed.
Naisha refused the call from the number of the man who was doing PDKT with her. Naisha is lazy to serve the man at this time. So Naisha vilified the call from him.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Naisha.." a few minutes later, Aamir's voice said a greeting while tapping the door of his room. Naisha rushed down from the bed to open the door of the room that was in the key from the inside.
After the door was opened, Aamir's sincere smile was thrown back at Naisha.
"You don't want to sleep yet, do you, Naisha? How's the door locked?" ask Aamir.
"Not yet" answered Naisha briefly and went inside and then sat back on the edge of her bed. Aamirpun followed Naisha from behind.
"Why don't you come with Abi and Umi out, Naisha?" asked Aamir again who was now standing next to Naisha with both hands behind her back.
"I'm lazy again, I don't want to go anywhere." replied Naisha and then pura - pura busy with her cellphone.
"Hmmm.. Looks like you lack the spirit of Naisha tonight, what's wrong? Tomorrow is the day of Eid, we should now welcome it with joy. Do not be the opposite, because this is our victory day as Muslims, Naisha." explained Aamir gently. Naisha let out a short breath.
"Yes, let you get excited.. I have a gift for you Naisha." said Aamir and then thrust a parcel that Aamir had hidden behind his back.
"What'sthis? I'm not having a birthday anymore, Aamir. Why give gifts?" naisha protest. Nevertheless, Naisha was quite curious as well as the contents in the package that Aamir offered.
"Giving a gift doesn't have to be a birthday, Naisha. Think of my gift as a gift because you finished your fast 3 days ago well" said Aamir with a big smile.
"Hmmmm.. You're taunting me, Aamir?" ketus Naisha who disagreed with Aamir's opinion.
"Well, how's it going to get sucked? Not Naisha.. I never had the slightest intention to taunt you, instead I was very grateful for it all. Well, this was taken the prize. Easy - I hope you like my gift." said Aamir again thrust the gift. With hesitation, Naisha finally took the gift from Aamir.
"Yes, yes." sahut Naisha. And slowly - Naisha's land opened it. After the cover opened, Naisha paused for a moment staring doubtfully at the box that Naisha did not yet know what it contained.
"Open up Naisha." said Aamir, seeing Naisha rather stunned by the box. Naisha just nodded her head. And after the box was opened, Naisha was immediately shocked to see the contents inside which turned out to be a beautiful flower-patterned Syar'i gamis and quite elegant and complete with a long veil. Naisha then gulped her saliva while looking at Aamir with a pushy look.
"What does this mean Aamir? You give me this dress? " ask Naisha with a dislike expression.
"Yes, Naisha. This game is for you." replied Aamir.
"Huh?? You're not wrong, are you? Didn't you think that I.. There's no way she can accept this gift." Naisha nodded her head.
"Why can't it be, Naisha?" Aamir asked.
"Because of what? For display? Because I can't possibly wear it" Naisha said, raising her tone slightly. Naisha looks a bit upset, while Aamir still with his calm innate try to ease Naisha's irritation.
"Naisha... Sorry if this gift of mine makes your mood worse. I really didn't mean that. Well, right now, I hope you accept my gift first yes. Regarding you do not want to wear it or how, it's just a pretty business. Hopefully one day your heart will be moved to wear it. That's all my hope, I won't force you, Naisha. For I know that something done with compulsion will not bring blessing. Although, at first it also crossed my mind to expect to see you wear this game when the next day, but it's just hope anyway, Naisha." obviously Aamir who was covered with a sincere smile that bloomed in his lips.
"You know the answer, Aamir. I won't wear that robe." Naisha insisted and then placed the box on her bed rather harshly. After that, Naisha returned to the temple - she was busy with her phone.
Aamir only smiled faintly, and then he also moved from Naisha's place. When Aamir entered the bathroom, Naisha glanced at the box containing Syar'i's robe. Long he stared at the thing with all the feeling that raged in him. The light blue style is actually very beautiful and seems quite luxurious, it is undeniable that Naisha also praised Aamir's good taste in choosing clothes for women. But, if it is worn to him.. Is deserved? Will it look good too? Ahhh... Lt's not.. Do not think to wear Naisha, even in a dream she does not want to wear it. Naisha's muttering mind-word rejects her, but.. Not with his heart that says otherwise...
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