THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE

XLVIII Parts

He closed the Quran which he had just finished reading. So did Miss Aisyah.

Mushola's family doctor Haris went back into silence because only two people, Via and Bu Aisyah, were still there. Previously, some patients were doctors Haris and the introduction of maghrib prayer in the family mosque measuring 4X6 meters.

"Your reading is getting better. At college you're going to qiroati?"

Via nodded.

"How did your rote target?" ask Ms. Aisyah again.

"Via wants two more months to memorize juz 30."

Miss Aisyah smiled gently. He was proud and haru. The woman still remembered how the figure of Via before becoming her adopted child. The girl was indeed good behavior, but was very little touched by religious rules. It turns out that in less than two years Via underwent a drastic change. Allah is All-Turning, He guides whom He wills.

"Bun, there's something Via wants to say" said Via.

"O yeah? You want to talk here or ...."

"Here you go. If at home, fear Mas Azka or Mas Farhan hear."

"Oh, so this is a woman's secret?" asked Ms. Aisyah with a smile.

"Emmm--you could say so."

"OK deh. Please, Via what's the talk about?"

"That thing, Bun, about ...." Via looks doubtful.

Ms. Aisyah smiled as she clasped both of Via's hands. He looked at the girl.

"Via wants to say what? Just say it."

"The problem of the company of the deceased papa," said Via lirih.

"Oh, that. About the terms on which you can be heir to your papa, as the majority shareholder?"

Via nodded. A second later, he nodded.

"Have you made your choice?"

"That's what Via will say. Via needs input from Mother."

"Tell me!"

"Via had three dreams of wearing a wedding dress and sitting in the workroom of her late father. Is that a hint that Via should get married in order to help papa's company?"

Ms. Aisyah was silent for a moment. He changed his sitting position, moving to the side of Via.

"Maybe so. How do you feel yourself?"

"To be honest, Via is still confused. Kan Via must get married in the near future according to the design of Pak Andi and Pak Arman in order to meet the demand of potential investors. Via doesn't have a candidate."

"God willing, no one will marry Via if Allah wills. Mother will help."

"There's more, Bun. Via's still scared actually."

"Fear why?"

"Via-Via is not yet fully prepared to be a wife."

"Not ready? Why?"

"Don't a wife have to obey the husband's orders? If Via's husband later told Via to stay with him, can't go to college, so what? Via wants to finish college Via. In addition, Via also still wants to play with friends Via."

Ms. Aisyah held back a laugh. While stroking Via's head, he said, "It can be discussed before the wedding. You take it easy."

"There's more, Bun. Via's afraid of..." Vick looked doubtful again.

"What else?"

"Aa-nu, that's a ba-inner," replied Via stammeringly.

"You mean a husband and wife relationship?"

Via nodded. His cheeks looked red withstanding embarrassment.

"Why? That's a natural thing. Your husband will guide you. Don't be afraid."

"The Via is not ready. But, if you're married, refusing a husband's request is a sin."

"If your husband is understanding, he will not force you. He can be patient waiting for your readiness."

Via speechless. His heart was a little calmer hearing Ms. Aisyah's explanation.

"So you're ready to get married soon?" ask Ms. Aisyah.

"God willing if the candidate is suitable, Via is ready."

Ms. Aisyah patted her foster daughter's shoulder.

"Mother will talk to your father."

"Thank you, Bun."

"You are Mother's daughter. That is our duty as parents. Ah, soon to enter isya time. We're just here waiting for prayer time to arrive, yeah."

Via nodded. They also did not remove the mucus used since the eve of Maghrib.

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The night is getting late. Sepi wrapped around the city, there were rarely people and vehicles passing through the streets.

Some people choose to lie down in bed. They rest a tired body of activity all day.

However, not so in rooms whose lights are still brightly lit. A couple is still chatting.

"You want a massage Mother? I think you're really tired? There were a lot of, yes, patients coming?" ask Bu Aisyah softly.

Miss Aisyah smiled. He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Eat him, sleep here! My massage is still good as it is. Free again" joked Ms. Aisyah.

"There's a bonus, isn't there?" reply doctor Haris.

"Ih, it's been given for free still ask for a bonus."

The internal medicine specialist chuckled to see his wife feigning anger. He approached his wife and quickly kissed her pursed lips.

Ms. Aisyah was shocked by her husband's actions. Spontaneously he pinched Mr. Haris' waist.

"Genit, ah!" pekik Bu Aisyah's.

"The same tenit as the wife is not papa."

Ms. Aisyah thunts.

"You're not getting squeaked? If not, I'll go to bed."

"Emang Ayang Mommy isn't tired?" asked Mr. Haris while wrapping his hand around his wife's shoulder.

"No. There is Via, Mommy is very light duty. It's good to have a daughter. I've longed for having a daughter."

"Who has all the boys?"

"Yes no. Moreover, Farhan and Azka including the sons of sholeh, obedient again."

"So mijit, huh?" Mr. Haris shifted the subject.

"Well, here if you want."

Mr. Haris put his body on the bed. Ms. Aisyah positioned her seat next to the husband's back and began to massage.

"Ah, good." Pak Haris felt the sensation of massage Bu Aisyah who was like a professional masseuse.

"Which, Via said that he's willing to get married soon." Ms. Aisyah opened another topic of conversation.

"O yeah? Ayang Mother nanyain to Via?"

"No. Via himself who took the initiative to talk to Mother ahead of the issue."

"It's just to talk to Farhan."

"Yes. How about it tomorrow afternoon?"

"Can. I God came home a little early. 2 O'clock till home."

"Then, Farhan tomorrow is told to go home quickly. How's it?"

"I'll just call Dad and let Farhan come home."

"Did you?" Ms. Aisyah scrunched her forehead.

"Yes. Farhan's boss's father."

Miss Aisyah chuckled. Without realizing it the massage became harder.

"Let's!" pekik Pak Haris restrained.

"Eh, why?" Ms. Aisyah is confused.

"Have you been so disgusted?"

"I'm sorry, not intentionally."

"Yes. Now it's a feeling, yeah!"

"Darling tomorrow who's calling you?"

"Yes, tomorrow when we get to the hospital. If you're at home afraid someone's sniffing."

"It's like detective-detective."

Mr. Haris laughed. His shoulders were shaken.

"Ssttt, don't be so loud! It's night," said Ms. Aisyah.

"Oh, yes. Because it is night, it is easy. My body's better, not pegel anymore."

Mr. Haris got up and sat down facing Ms. Aisyah.

"Really, huh?"

"Do you want a plus-plus? Hem, yes? There's a bonus, huh?" Mr. Haris plays his eyebrows up and down.

"What, anyway? If it's enough, I want to sleep" said Ms. Aisyah ketus. He immediately took the blanket.

In an instant, the woman was already hiding behind a blanket. Only his face is visible.

Seeing his wife's behavior, Mr. Haris just smiled while shaking his head. He often felt anxious about the behavior of his wife.

After looking at his wife's face, Mr. Haris got out of bed. He turned off his room light and followed Bu Aisyah to the bed.

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