
Vishnu slowed down his car as soon as he approached Mbak Tiwi's house, and stopped once finally near the bamboo gate of Iis' house.
Wisnu could not park right in front of the fence of the house Iis, and was forced to take a little land in front of the fence Mbak Tiwi house because there was a motorcycle parked right in front of the fence.
Motorcycles that are not too foreign to Vishnu certainly.
"Down now Nis?"
Vishnu asked Anisa next to him who seemed to be staring at a motorcycle parked not far in front of their car and also then looked at the house Iis which now the main door of his house looks open.
Obviously at this time in the house Iis is a guest, and the guest is the owner of a motorcycle that is now parked there.
Anisa sighed, she felt her heart go awry.
Although he is well aware that he should have focused on his intention to marry Vishnu soon, and should no longer be disturbed by anything done by people from the past, but...
"Corn."
There was another voice of Vishnu who took him down from the car.
Anisa turned to Vishnu who had now removed her seatbelt and prepared to get out of the car.
Along with that from the house of Iis, there appeared a young man who of course Anisa and Vishnu knew very well who he was.
The young man came out accompanied by his mother Iis who drove up to the front porch of the house.
"I'm sorry son, I'm not forcing or how, but..."
"It's okay Mom, I get it, I'll talk to Mom and Mommy Wening at home."
Said Ridwan cut the sentence of his mother Iis because he did not want his mother Iis as burdened with his own request.
"Mom's really shy and bad, but it feels like, releasing a girl like Iis for just any boy, I'm not willing."
Lirih Iis' mother.
Ridwan looked down, he himself actually felt so many flaws so far, even his love for Anisa alone to be harassed by Anisa's family, did not it show that he was actually also an imperfect man?
But...
His mother Iis somehow looked at himself as different, in all the flaws that Ridwan felt were on him, his mother Iis justeru wanted Ridwan to be a husband for his favorite daughter.
The princess who is a good girl and is very amazing. A special girl of her intelligence and also her personality.
Really, Ridwan actually felt Iis should be able to get a man who is much better than him.
But Ridwan...
Ah he again felt the thump in his chest which now seemed more extraordinary.
He had made eyes because of the innocence of his mother Iis invited Ridwan to visit Iis which should not be done.
Perhaps, his mother Iis did not think in that direction, where his daughter's hair was also aurat, she said, although Iis fell asleep under a thick blanket and did not appear curves of his body still it should not be seen a man who is not a mahrom.
Then...
Ridwan felt that he had made a terrible mistake on Iis, he had stolen the honor of Iis as a Muslim with his eyes even though accidentally.
No. gabe...
This obviously can't.
This, of course, shouldn't have happened.
So, Ridwan as a man who is trying to learn to be a good and responsible male, of course he must really consider the wishes of his mother Iis.
Ridwan then returned to say goodbye to his mother Iis.
At that time, the sound of the car door being closed, Ridwan and his mother Iis turned to the front of the fence where it appears now Vishnu and Anisa walk together to enter the front yard of Iis' house.
The atmosphere then felt so awkward, while the eyes of Ridwan and Anisa accidentally met.
When finally Vishnu and Anisa arrived at the porch of the house and shook hands with his mother Iis, Ridwan seemed to choose to come down from the terrace.
"Sir Ustadz, let's go with me first, don't go home."
Vishnu said friendly and warm.
The attitude of the young man was always so warm to Ridwan.
The two seemed to shake hands as well, although Ridwan felt quite nervous about the meeting that was not in the plan even dayayangannya never.
"I have to go to the office of Mas Vishnu foundation, sorry once, later sometime."
"Oh the foundation's up?"
Ask Vishnu.
"For tahfiz huts and houses, this week will start to be active, yes bismillah, hopefully in the future can be smooth."
Ridwan.
"Amijin,"
Vishnu assures, then...
"If you want to be a donor, contact Panjenengan to?"
Ask Vishnu anyway,
Ridwan looked to nod, though,
"Oh alhmdulillah then, I will call the njenenengan Mr. Ustadz."
Said Vishnu, who then answered a nod of the head by Ridwan.
Anisa herself immediately chose to go inside her house Iis and to the room Iis where Iis like just opened her eyes because she heard the noise of people chatting in front of the house.
Anisa gave a big smile, although her chest now felt as if she was being beaten by a boulder.
Iis trying to get up from her lying position, Anisa immediately rushed to help Iis.
"Don't be forced to wake up Is,"
Said Anisa.
Iis smiling,
"I'm okay Nis, just fever and headache, it's also been quiet, alhmdulillah."
Said Iis who kept trying to get up and sit down.
"You are still hot in your body."
Said Anisa while helping Iis sitting leaning on a pile of pillows, and touching the skin of Iis's arm that felt still hot.
"It's easier than this morning."
Iis.
Anisa nodded, trying to show that she believed what Iis said.
Of course, Iis must also be suggesting that he is okay and will recover soon.
"Who's up ahead? Are you the same candidate?"
Tanya Iis who had finally sat leaning on the pillow comfortably.
Anisa placed the fruit parcel on the table of Iis's room, then sat down on the side of Iis' bed, opposite Iis.
Being forced into a smile on top of his heart wound, he stared fixedly at Iis.
"There's Mas Ridwan, he looks at you."
Anisa said with a slightly trembling voice, and Iis could feel it.
"Nwg... Anisa, I can explain Nis, that's not what you imagined."
Iis instantly panicked and nervous.
Anisa grabbed Iis hand and grasped it gently.
"It's okay Is, if it were true that I'd be okay, I..."
Anisa momentarily stopped her sentence, because she suddenly wanted to cry.
He could not deny his heart hurt and broken, but this was no one's fault, it was just a matter of circumstances that did not allow Anisa and Ridwan together.
Yep...
Not anyone's fault, not even the othor's fault.
(Hihihi. met morning all, spirit monday, money day).
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