Wrong Khitbah

62. SK : ROBBER

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"Na'am. Umi's sick"

"Subhanallah...Umi's sick?" Zahwa was shocked to hear the news. He saw for himself that Umi Alya was fine.

Without a second thought, he immediately went running towards ndalem to see the state of Umi Alya. His closeness to him so far has been so close that I already consider Umi Alya like her own biological mother. That is why he was very worried when he heard Umi Alya was sick, his mind immediately imagined if Mother Fatimah who was in that position.

"Mbak.wait" said the santriwati mbak saw Zahwa had darted away.

"Allahs..God.ana has to run again. Oh Allah.this alone is still tired" complained the santriwati.

Zahwa paused for a moment and looked back.

"Astaghfirullah.ayo mbak.." said Zahwa then ran back.

"Huhh.huh..huh..." His breathing was hunting his throat very dry.

He immediately went inside after saying his greetings. He went into the living room and saw Umi Alya sitting half-lying on a bale-bale.

"Umi.." call Zahwa. He could see Umi Alya wiping her tears. Smiling to welcome him.

"Assalamu'alaikum Umi's..."

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Here nak Mary" said Umi Alya waving her hand to Zahwa.

Zahwa approached, he kissed Umi Alya's hand.

"Yes Allah.. Umi fever?" Zahwa panicked

"Son..." Not yet Umi finished his speech, Zahwa had darted away to the back to prepare a compress for Umi Alya.

Umi Alya's tears came back. In the heart it is deep

"Son.when you come home...Umu misses you.had no memory of you to this Umi mu" Umi Alya held tightness in her chest. Soon she wiped away her tears before Zahwa came.

Shortly return with a basin of cold water and a small towel.

"Umi's..Zahwa can authorize the Umi compress ?" Zahwa asked hesitantly

Umi Alya smilingly looked haru at Zahwa and nodded her head in response.

"Sorry Umi.." Zahwa began to put the compress on Umi Alya's forehead.

"What a noble heart, son. You're not my real daughter. But attention, to your concern and affection. Like a daughter's love for her mother." Umi Alya's heart was filled with Zahwa's attention

1 Hour later. Umi had fallen asleep after several times changing her Compress towel .

Shortly after that, Abuya arrived.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..." Buya Firman came after completing the study in the district next door

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi. Ma-buya..." Zahwa lowered his head.

"Subhanallah..What happened son?" Buya asked who was shocked to see Umi drooping weakly there.

Zahwa told me what he knew. Then Biya nodded in understanding.

"Just right from earlier my feelings are not good" said Buya

"Ma Shay Allah, your heart is truly glorious. Thank you for taking care of Umi" said Biya Firman

"It's okay. Both Buya" Zahwa bowed politely

"Then ana can return to the dormitory ya Buya" said Zahwa carefully

"Yes, please son. Do not worry later tonight there will be a doctor who will examine Umi" said Buya please

When will move. Umi's weak hands held Zahwa back who was about to leave.

"Son Mary's here. Accompany Umi.." lirih Umi Alya begged

Zahwa looked doubtfully at Buya Firman who seemed to think.

"U-umi.."

"Yes son. You were here first. Umi is lonely" said Buya with a soft tone at the end of his sentence.

"That's fine Buya"

"Son.nak rest in the room yesterday yes" said Umi Alya.

"That room..."

"Umi-iya"

"Alhamdulillah... Thank you son"

"Tama-sama Umi. Then ana pamit bebersih first Umi..Buyid.."

"Yes, son.."

"Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"

After Zahwa left. Silence swept through Umi and Buya.

"Mi...why did you get sick like this?" Tanya Buya gently stroked the top of Umi Alya's head and kissed her forehead.

"Abi must have known the reason" replied Umi Alya a little ketus.

Heard that. Buya Firman could only sigh.

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Next day

"Mbak please hold" said one of the officers handed over the garbage to Zahwa

This morning as Umi Alya asked yesterday for Zahwa to remain in ndalem. And he's currently helping the officer sweep the yard.

Because Umi Alya has not come out he does not know what to do. Because all have their own officers.

The kreeekk....

The turnstile is open. Looks Umi Alya who is neat and beautiful sitting sunbathing on the terrace.

"Lohs..Umi..where do you want to go?" Ask Zahwa

"Umi's planning on shopping to the market, son"

"Availability will run out, son"

"Emm..how about ana who changed Umi?"

"Really?"

"Hmmm, you can walk around. Ehehe" Zahwa's inner

"Yes Umi. Umi rest just let me recover quickly. Ana asked for his note, Umi"

"It's okay?" Ask Umi doubtfully

Zahwa nodded her head while smiling convincingly.

"Can you Mi?" Persuade Zahwa

"Wait a moment" said Umi Alya smiling approvingly as she stroked Zahwa's arm. After that Umi Alya entered and took notes of several other purposes.

"This son" Umi Alya poked a piece of paper that already contained all the supplies of the kitchen that was exhausted. Also the money that Umi had put in a wallet

"You'll be with Fira later. The driver is just like Mang Asep" said Umi Alya

"Beik Umi"

Before long Mbak Fira came with a pesantren car driven by Mang Asep.

"Umi's. Ana pamit yah's. Umi rest at home only. Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"

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45 Minutes later

Ciii....

The car stops at a traditional market parking lot.

" Sir, this is a lot to buy. What if we just buy it?"

"By tuh"

Zahwa examined everything on the paper.

"Emm.buy. There are two parts. There's a vegetable equal side dish"

Zahwa divided the two papers. And give one to Mbak Fira.

"Bak, ana's looking for her seasoning huh. For the new side dishes we're looking for together"

"Beik. La ba'sa, again this new anti is a shopping experience. We will meet here again" said Fira. Zahwa.

After that they split up. Without them noticing anyone watching the movements of the two of them. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he saw something he craved.

Zahwa began looking for ingredients as kitchen spices.

When he has completed his task. He went outside where they agreed to meet again after shopping.

He stood up to mbak Fira. When he was careless.

Suddenly his bag was pulled by someone. He looked

"ohohohoho Oh Allah. Robbers!!" insinuations

"Tolooonggg..tolooonng.." said Zahwa.

He pulled each other with the robber in front of him. The shopping in his hand had already fallen to the ground.

He tried to trample the robber's feet but did not work. There was no taste for the robber. He was eager to fight and paralyze this robber but because of his skirt he could not move freely to fight the robber.

"HEYY....OFF!!" Zahwa said annoyed. He was almost overwhelmed, his energy was almost exhausted due to the pull of the post. However

Suddenly...

"BUUGH...BUGH'S..BUGHGHGH...." Someone came and immediately bent his knees at the robber until he knelt on the floor. The robber wanted to fight but the man went back against him

"AAKHH." cried the robber as his hand twisted backwards.

"PLAAKKS..BRUKK.." The man stuck his arm out so he couldn't get a wart. Instantly his body was thrust and collapsed backwards.

The man layed his hands with a turban wrapped around his head and pulled Zahwa's hand away from the place .

He took Zahwa to hide behind a big barrel.

"M-sorry" said Zahwa, releasing his hand from the man's grasp.

The man suddenly regained consciousness and pulled his hand.

"Thank you so much for helping me" Zahwa said sincerely, looking down

"hm"

He looked at the man who helped him. The two engaged eye contact for a while. There was a surprise reaction from both.

"That eye?"

Zahwa felt her chest tight suddenly. He was tired of having to run.

The man in black robes and wearing the mask. Go and leave Zahwa alone.

Luckily Zahwa was wearing the niqab until his cengo face could not be seen by anyone he was surprised to see the good guy.

The man immediately left the market and got back in the car.

He brushed off the sweat that adorned his temple.

"why am I cold? who are those eyes?"

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