Adventure Love Honey And Abhizar
the hut II
"Assalamu'alaikum," me and Abhi when I got to the main house.
"Wa'alaikum salam" The woman replied because there was no one at home.
"We went inside too." The atmosphere of a simple and luxurious house, from the outside looks like ordinary wooden houses in the villages. But when it comes to the inside, it offers a classic modern feel with items such as classic wardrobe chairs but modern interiors look luxurious.
"Put it in the upper room only" said Mas Abhi to Pak Tarno.
"Mas, what do you want to drink?" ask the woman named Aisha.
"Han, what do you want to drink?" the woman immediately turned her eyes to me as Mas Abhi offered me.
"Euh, don't let me take it myself later. Where's the kitchen?" my many.
"No need to let Aisha take it for you," Mas Abhipun looked at Aisha and Aisha understood without a stale basis to take water for me and Abhi and put it on the table.
"Mr?"
"Kiyai is having business in Surabaya, so he can not come soon, maybe tomorrow." Aisyah opened some cakes in the jar.
"Assalamu'alaikum, son of Abhizar how is he. It's been a long time, son Abhi belom here again there are about 3 years huh?" an elderly mother who suddenly came to say hello to Abhi.
"Wa'alaikum greetings,bi. Thank God I am healthy wal'afiat, yes about 3 years Abhi belom visit the cottage again," with a friendly mas Abhi greet and develop his sweet smile.
"This...?"
"Oh, this is Honey, my wife. I think aunt heard from you." I also greet the aunt that I know is Aisyah's mother, the woman who had been busy in the main house of this cottage.
"Oh, I am Ayesha's mother her friend nak Abhi from childhood," the old woman developed a slightly insincere smile after glancing at her son.
"What's wrong?" I murmured in my heart.
***
"What about this cottage?" said mas Abhi. I went upstairs with Mas Abhi to rest, but not because the view from the top of the cottage saw the santriwati milling.
"Good, but mas, isn't usually the santriwati cottage is located a little far from the santri cottage?" my many.
"Yes before that, but because there are some santriwati who from outside the city recklessly run away from here, so there is a deliberation that agrees that santriwati is better to approach it. Instead we made a great wall as their separation," I nodded in a nod when I heard the explanation from the Abhi mas.
"Father-in-law, I mean mr. kiyai used to be married to a santri here or an outsider?" manya curious.
"With santri here, because once the father also mondok in the place of male santri. But, the status is kept secret that the father is the son of the owner of this cottage, because the father does not want to be distinguished from other students just because they know that the father is the son of the caretaker of this cottage.
"Keep, how could Kiayi's father meet with Abhi's mother?" mas Abhi told me to sit by shifting a chair made of hard wood to me, teak wood.
"Well, the mother at that time was introduced to some promising candidates. There are established entrepreneurs, business men, and also others who are the criteria according to their wishes, not to forget the main solemn. But indeed the soul mate no one knows, it turns out God has written the line of soul mate mother is the father of the child of the owner of this cottage." Mas Abhi smiled as if imagining his father and mother.
"Oh, so. Not much different from us, yes. "Mas Abhi looking at me made me a little clumsy.
"It means this, we are also married not according to our wishes, but indirectly in a match because of some sebab," I said.
"The matchmaking system of father and mother is not a matchmaking system like the story of siti nurbaya, they liked each other for a long time even though only a few times had seen each other. Unlike the system siti nurbaya which is forced without any likes first. Kan likes the term taaruf to make the bosa know each other first and see each other. If the taste is suitable both parties can decide to continue the marriage, while sipping tea available that was brought Abhi mas from below.
"If not?" my many.
"Yes, don't continue" he replied.
If one wants to but the other doesn't want to?" ask me again because I am still curious.
"Could decide not to proceed to marriage, so that no one is hurt or forced to one of them."
"Don't look down," Mas Abhi held my shoulder as I intended to look down to see the santrin. After Mas Abhi flicked one hand to the bottom, I also released it.
"So so," I said. Mas Abhi gave a warm tea that had been served by a woman named Aisyah, but I refused it and then Abhi put it back.
" That's not the same as us, yeah." At that moment I did not dare to see the face of Mas Abhi.
"Therefore, let no one be hurt among us, you or mas" he replied. I was silent for a moment when I heard Abhi's words. As if I was a whip, I felt reminded of it.
***
[ Ma... ]
I sent a message to Mas Abhi.
[Yes, what's up].
[I don't bring clothes] I had to dare to send him though embarrassed, what could be "From me being cold in the bathroom, I screamed in my heart.
Before long, Abhi took me a full-length negligee outfit complete with a long veil. I came out covered in negligee, a little clumsy because I wasn't too comfortable with her clothes. Not because of negligee, but because the BH I wear is too small, it feels tight and narrow, so it is not able to support the entire burden that I have, fortunately this long hijab helps me cover my breasts.
"Who's this dress?" I asked when I approached Abhi mas who was sitting in the living room with Aisyah.
"Have Aisyah," Mas Abhi smiled as well as the woman. Somehow I felt very uncomfortable when I saw Mas Abhi and the woman sitting close together. As if they were very familiar.
"Oh, thank you so much for lending me clothes, Dad." I replied a little sniffly, I can't see his face just focused on looking at my husband Mas Abhi even though this is actually my first time like this to the Abhi mas, and also ventured to sit next to the adjoining Abhi mas.
"Where, conveniently?" ask Aisyah. Now I look a little at the discomfort of Aisyah seeing me sitting near Mas Abhi, as well as mas Abhi as uncomfortable as kagok.