There is No Need for Love

Suspicion of Jamil (1)

Two weeks before Haris's wedding, Jamil was already at Pulo Gadung Bus Terminal, Jamil was quite familiar with Jakarta's condition, because Jamil used to go to school at the Kh-led Ashshiddiqiyah II Pesantren. Iscandar SQ. So Jamil is not so dizzy with the crowd of Jakarta. Although not understand well but Jamil knows. Not wanting much to go down and up, Jamil immediately took a taxi, the destination was certainly Daksinapati West III where his nephew Haris boarding house.

Jamil was relieved when the taxi arrived at the gate of Haris boarding house. Haris looked happy and immediately hugged his Uncle Jamil as soon as he got in front of the door, as soon as Jamil entered, greeted Natalia, Jamil was really amazed to see that face, the face was like a long time really known, he was really familiar, the face in front of Jamil felt like a face that hit his eyes every day, Jamil's chest even so pounding, Jamil froth face, avert his eyes, avert his eyes, and so on, but the tail of Jamil's eyes seemed to not want to escape from that face, seemed to want to continue to look at him, the face really similar to his brother, Haris' father.

“ Which in the photo is Ris ?”.

Haris nodded, Natalia was surprised, photo. Natalia was quite surprised to hear the question, it means Uncle Jamil has seen Natalia's face even in the photo. Then Haris has sent his photo to Bandar Lampung, what is the achievement?, thought Natalia. But Natalia was happy, it means her future in-laws have seen her face even though only in photos. As an alternative, introducing yourself is certainly quite effective.

“Beauty “.

Natalia blushed at those words. Uncle Jamil said that we are beautiful is not a happiness his name. Uncle prospective husband admitted that we are beautiful certainly has its own meaning, can be a pride in itself. But the view of Jamil who continues to focus on him finally makes Natalia so caught off guard and boils down to upset and cause negative thoughts. It's clear that Natalia doesn't like to be looked at like that, but Natalia can't say what, because it's Uncle Haris, who is certainly Uncle Also.

“ Where to Stay?”.

“ Daan Mogot “.

“ What number ?”.

“ 108 “.

Natalia answered only briefly. Natalia feels like being disturbed by the view of Uncle Jamil who continues to stick to her. Natalia immediately went into the kitchen to hear Haris's call. Haris dressingan went to the front room as soon as Natalia arrived. Natalia grab a glass and make a sweet tea, Natalia felt her chest shake a little, I don't know what, remembering to continue with the sharp look of Uncle Jamil, Natalia felt there was something Uncle Jamil kept, that view has many questions. Natalia felt there was something else in Uncle Jamil's heart, not a matter of lust or negativity, Natalia caught on to something else, but Natalia's thoughts actually led to a possible difference in their religious beliefs, maybe because of that.

Natalia puts the drink in front of Jamil. “ Uncle from Bandar Lampung ya Bang ?”.

Jamil shakes. Haris moved to sit next to his Uncle Jamil who immediately patted Haris' thigh slowly with a wide smile floating.

“ This is Uncle Jamil, stay in Sibolga instead of Bandar Lampung “.

“ Sibolga ?”.

“ Lia tau Sibolga ?”.

Natalia nodded. “ Tau, Mama is a Central Tapanuli person “.

“ O. Yes, Mahyadi Panggabean “.

They are the same laugh, but in Jamil's heart there are others that make him keep a lot of big questions in his heart, especially after knowing his mother came from Central Tapanuli.

“ Remembered, Your Mom, Tap. Teng where ?”.

“ Yes Uncle “.

“ Tap. Teng, Central Tapanuli, where is ?”.

“ Oo.. he said the name of his village Tukka, Uncle knows ?”.

Jamil jerks. Ireth's sister-in-law, Haris' mother is from there. But Jamil doesn't want to speculate much. The Tukka people are not few, the people who live in Tukka are not five households, many, Tukka is a sub-district with many villages and hamlets.

“ Tukka where ?”.

Natalia shakes. “ Emang Tukka how Uncle ?”.

“ One anyway, Just Tukka itukan Subdistrict, surely dong no Village, what Market Tukka, Forestabolon, or what “.

“ Mama Ngga’ never stories ?”.

“ Story anyway, Just Yes.. Tukka it was “.

“ Ngga’ never returned home indeed ?”.

Natalia shakes. Jamil was silent for a moment, he grabbed the glass on the table and drank it slowly. Jamil's mind remained unsettled. There are other feelings that keep coming up, and those feelings get stronger when they are

in front of Natalia.

“ Can know her Mama's name ?”.

“ Magdalia “.

“ Magdalia ? got the Mama surname ?”.

“ Have Uncle, Sitompul “.

“ Magdalia Sitompul “. Jamil.

“ Uncle knows “.

Uncle Jamil shook his head, he did not know the name, a little surprised to hear the clan as well. Because mama Haris is also surnamed. But the clan can be the same, and indeed the Tukka people are dominated by the Sitompul and Tambunan clans, it is said that the Sitompul clan who became the king there.

“ Uncle Known ?”.

Jamil nodded slowly. “ Ngga’. Uncle ngga’ knows“.

Natalia was silent. Already many people from Sumatra he met, no one had ever known his mother, no one.

“ Lia Batak people ?”.

Natalia shakes. “ Ngga’. Lia java “.

“ Father Lia Javanese ?”.

Natalia did not answer. There was a hue he didn't like on his face hearing Jamil's question. What is the need for a father, Natalia thought.

“ Why Lia ?”.

“ Mama ngga’ never told me about dad, and Lia also did not’ like the story about it. Just Mama says Lia's father is Javanese “.

Jamil was a little surprised. “ Kok can be so “.

“ Other stories aja Uncle, ngga’ need it “.

“ How ?, Why.”.

Haris who had been silently hugging his Uncle's shoulder. “ Lia does not know his father Uncle, so he does not like the story about it “.

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