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That night, the rain fell on the city of Semarang.

"Oh my God, where is this Zio? At this hour has not come home yet, where it rains from afternoon, there is no news" said Ms Suyamti worried.

"In drink first mistress" said Bi Saodah giving a cup of hot tea to her employer.

"Thank you bi." said Ms. Suyamti.

"Den Zio hasn't come home yet?" ask bi Saodah.

"bi not yet. Where outside the rain of lightning, rumbled continuously from earlier." said Bu Suyamti.

"Where's this call from?" ask Bu Suyamti.

"Ga there's a mistress." said bi Saodah.

Suddenly the sound of a car entering the yard, Ms. Suyamti immediately looked at the window, opening the window curtain of her house.

"Ah, he's finally home" said Bu Suyamti relieved.

Before long, Zio seemed to walk into the house, the door of the house was opened bi Saodah.

"Assalamualaikum." Greetings Zio.

"Wa'alaikumsalam Zio." replied Bu Suyamti immediately approached his son.

Ziopun immediately kissed his mother's hand.

"Sorry ma, Zio came home late" Zio said.

"Where are you Zi? Without any news, my mom would be worried" said Ms. Suyamti.

"Sorry ma, Zio had a lot of work in the office. Zio also visited the papa factory in Salatiga. So, sorry, Zio came home late" Zio said.

"Yes, take a shower and clean yourself up. Mama wait for dinner together." said Ms. Suyamti.

"Okey ma." replied Zio.

After finishing the bath and the others, Zio immediately followed his mother who was waiting for him at the dinner table.

"Bak Nilam ain't here ma?" asked Zio while pouring water into her glass.

"So morning after you he came here, until noon. Keep him picking up Diego straight home" said Ms. Suyamti.

"Where is Diego Mah's development? Any complaints from Nilam's story?" ask Zio.

"Daily with the mother, Nilam did not tell about Diego's complaint. He told me about the pearls" said Bu Suyamti.

"Why with him?" ask Zio.

"Zi. Mama was forgotten, this morning, mama wanted to ask Tiara, but desperate because she was told bi Saodah if breakfast was ready. Uh, even forgetfulness, so it's not yet Tiara's answer." said bi Suyamti.

"What does mom want?" asked Zio in wonder while chewing his ballad egg sambal.

"Zi. You know, this mama has not been able to pay, while in five months she will leave for Hajj. Yes cook mama to mecca, pray there, but mama can not najai? Though said Mr. Ustadz, there it must be a lot of worship. If you can't make it, keep trying there" said Siyamti.

"Keep, you mean mama?" ask Zio who still does not understand the meaning of his mother.

"The mother wants to ask Tiara for help, to teach mama najai. Because my mom used to hear him, his voice was good, his reading was good, touching. He can't possibly Zi?" ask Bu Suyamti.

"Hem, is that it? But mama still wants to know from her own, what can it do. Can you call ga Zi? That is, if he can do it, tomorrow if he has returned from Solo, mama asked to start his salary" said Ms. Suyamti.

"All you mama want to ask if she has reached Solo safely" said Ms. Suyamti again.

"Tomorrow ma. It's late at night, it's not good to call at night" Zio said.

"Okey Zi." replied Ms. Suyamti.

"Hopefully, this way you can get closer to Tiara Zi. Mama still expects him, to be a part of this family." Inner bu Suyamti.

They continued their dinner activities.

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Meanwhile, in Solo, cold air after rain enveloped the city. That night, after praying Isya', Mr. Bowo invited family members and guests to dinner together, after returning from the hospital.

"Son Ahmad's son, to Solo in what order, son?" ask Mr. Bowo.

"Ehm. I had a need yesterday at the UNS campus, and I've heard from Ken before that Tiara and Ken's house is not far from UNS" said Dzen.

"Oh. Besides the doctor, son Dzen is also a lecturer?" ask bu Hindun.

"MaasyaaAllah, the range is too high ma'am, I have not been able to become a lecturer, I am at UNS still a student of Specialist doctor's education program" said Dzen responding to the words of Hindun bu which felt excessive.

"Oh, son Ahmad is still in school too?" ask Mr. Bowo.

"Yes sir. I'm still in college for about two more years to complete my specialist doctor program." replied Dzen mild-mannered.

"Oh, means the same yo as Tiara. Tiara's graduation is still about two years away to nduk?"ask Mr. Bowo.

"Gift sir." replied Pearl.

"If you may know, what specialist would you like to hire Dzen?" ask bu Hindun.

"Specialist son ma'am." java Dzen.

"Ow, that's good, that's very useful, son. Especially if the transition season, many children are affected by the disease. And the chain of transmission continues to spin, especially those whose children are still small" said bu Hindun responded.

"Yes mom. The child's endurance is still very weak, so I deliberately took a child specialist, because I used to visit an orphanage, there are many children who need the assistance of a pediatrician. In addition, in the future I will also want to have a family, like people in general, have a wife and offspring, so with me studying in this child specialist, he said, I can have a little bit of stock for later when I have a baby mom. Give my best to my son" said Dzen.

"That's good, son. Same with Pearl, he also took the faculty of PAUD teachers also with the same purpose. Yes to nduk? You guys are a good fit" Ms Hindun commented.

Dzen glanced at the Pearl, and the Pearl turned to his mother, Mr. Bowo looked at the two young people with a smile.

"Everything is arranged the same Gusti, we live the living." rich Mr. Bowo responded said bu Hindun.

Last night for rain flushed the solo city, the sound of the sea frog, adding to the atmosphere of shahdu in the middle of the village where Mutiara lived with his parents. The clock has shown at 03:00 in the morning. As usual, Mutiara did her morning routine, by holding a prayer mat and prostrating to her Robb. Thereafter. He continued by teaching until the dawn prayer time.

When he was going to pray, his father was heard talking to Dzen.

"Wake up, Ahmad?" ask Mr. Bowo.

"We go to the mosque together." continued Mr. Bowo.

"Yes sir." replied Dzen.

The pearl who was still wearing a mukena in her room smiled happily. True said his mother, Dzen is a good man. He is indeed a male Sholih dream of many women, in addition to diligent prayer, he is also social, and friendly. Much different from his handsome lecturer whom he had admired all this time, but for some reason, his heart was still fixed with that lecturer.