AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 128. DA3A

Amir tidied up his shirt before he went out to meet the teacher. When he arrived at the door of the family room, Hariri salim called him to immediately go to the mosque cottage for dzuhur merama'ah.

Umma had prepared lunch when the two returned from the mosque a few minutes later.

But Hariri said he would have lunch later after talks with Amir were concluded.

Amir who was not feeling well and caught the look of Umma's disappointed face, ventured to approach the middle-aged woman who was ready to sit at the dining table.

"Umma, cook what? it looks good, I'm the miss of the home cooking menu," Amir hid his shame to see his general smile rise.

"Here son, sit next to Umma, let all umma be bribed yes ... Aish still likes umma bribe when eating," she said with a cheerful face and a smile decorating her shady face.

Hariri Salim who saw the interaction of the two mencelos, even Amir was very sensitive even though he had met several times with Maryam, his wife, and even his wife, while he who lived for decades by the woman's side seemed to lose warmth even though only two.

"I should have treated Umma loh," she said in reply to the umma's ruckus.

"Buya, may I have lunch first with Umma, Buya also come all the way.." invite him to grab his teacher's arm to immediately sit in his place.

No more parting even if the distance is one millimeter. Aish, if it is indeed a mutual destiny this time, it is my duty to bring joy back in this family.

"Yes, Buya eat first." A different warm atmosphere that afternoon was created because a young man named Amirzain was present with them.

Not long after. The two different men of the era immediately pulled over to the reading room.

"Sit Mir" Buya let Amir sit in front of him after entering the room.

Her old fingers pulled the drawer under the reading table and grabbed something there.

A dark brown envelope of hers was placed on the table by Hariri Salim.

"Open Nak and then conclude it yourself, Buya is waiting for your assessment," he said seeing the pride santri who wants him to adopt as his son or even daughter-in-law.

Amir grabbed some of the maps, pulled one up and opened the hook slowly, his eyes following a line of neat sentences inside.

A treaty and the transfer of temporary guardianship.

Lama Amir digested all the contents until the third map he finished reading.

"Buya means right? Aeyza is Aiswa? and also he was divorced from Hasbi before he was declared medically dead?"

"The student was taken care of by Hermana's family, helping with Mrs Rosalie's recovery, which turns out I met her in Singapore too?"

"Together, given the opportunity to undergo the study as desired Aiswa, foreign language, photography and design?"

Aiswa does love art, from his social media posts, it was full of nature, like a picture of his life that he really craved.

"All my guesses are right?"

"Yes, son, that is, and Buya knows all the intentions behind this. .. This is the redemption of all my faults for Aiswa, the daughter I wanted and I wasted," he bowed, saying, his voice choked withstanding the tightness that came back.

Amir was speechless, one side of him understood but the other side did not expect his teacher to act like that.

"Will this endanger him in the future?"

"No, Hermana Arya guaranteed Aiswa's safety because it turned out that his wife loved my daughter very much ... Mir, I was worried that Aiswa would hate me, she had found her new and loving family .. I...." Hariri salim started to sob.

Amir sighed, at first he would be happy to know the truth but instead he also felt the same way with Yainya.

He then closed his eyes, dampening the heart rate that was increasing second by second as if an alarm for him to immediately express the intent.

"I'm not as mature as Buya's son-in-law before but I will meet all of Aiswa's needs as I can ... nor can I promise that I will not be duplicitous because I am not the One who is heart-pumping despite all my might asking Allah to keep my love only for him, I am solemn to my teacher, my brother is also my ancestor Kusuma who taught and held firm to only one partner in living the course of life...."

Hariri Salim wiped the remaining clear hair that still hung in the corner of his eyes, amazed by the figure of this young man in front of him.

"Buya knows, even if Buya does not doubt the descendants of Kaji Ahmad, he is indeed a role model, even for me. Go Nak, reassure him that here we also love Aiswa very much, do not tarnish the sustenance that Allah has given, hold your lusts ... Buy redho over you, Amirzain my son...."

Amir lowered his head, his face immediately felt the heat due to the urge of the raclimal gland to spill his puddles.

The two dissolve in silence, giving thanks to each other in their hearts until a statement from Amir makes Hariri salim calm again.

The young and handsome widower scooped his face slowly, breathing deeply before he finally said.

"I intend to guarantee my sermon, Buya," Amir reached into the pocket of his back pants. Then handed a strand of diamond bracelet with a model is very simple but it is beautiful because of its simplicity.

"For Mir's dowry?" Buya grabbed a small box of velvet black jewelry on the table that Amir had thrust on him.

Beautiful, your taste is high, son.

"Not Buya, for a gift if Aiswa deigns to accept my proposal also as a sign of the bond that I have asked Buya. His dowry, let Aiswa determine, whatever I am ready," reassure Hariri salim.

"Well, Buya accepted your proposal," he said, handing Amir to shake.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," said the two together.

Allahummaj’al haadzihil khitbah khitbatan mubaarokatan mushsiran daaimatan abadan zhoohiran wa baathinan awwalan wa aakhiron bi rohmatika ya arhamar roohimiin.

"For the official, Abah will be here as soon as possible Buya...."

"Ahsan reassure Aiswa first Mir, traditional affairs so that following the important ones he is willing .. when to go there? pardon Buya, do not know where he is because Hermana Arya is not willing to provide information about this according to the written agreement."

"Why not, I will look for it there .. I have pocketed several routes to be effective during the search, Buya pray for me to easily find it."

"Yes kher, in shay'a Allah."

"I say goodbye to Buya, want to go to Arza bekasi before leaving tomorrow morning, greetings to Umma, thank you very much for being invited to me," he said gently as he pulled away from the chair in front of Yainya's desk.

"Arza?"

"The school that was built three years ago, happened to Abah set aside all my salary while still working with him, then his friend intended to close the school because of lack of funds ... at that time my savings were enough so that the school was switched to tahfidz function despite cross-subsidies for orphans there and vice versa." he explained while leaving the room.

"God, the business of the afterlife, son, tabarokallah...."

"Allahumma aamiin, I say Buya ... Assalamu'alaikum" Amir kissed the teacher's hand before leaving his residence.

A relieved face garnished both.

Amir stepped along with a thin smile that increasingly made the calm face rose one hundred percent good looks.

"Darling, Rohi, bismillah .. My duty is to convince you to return to me and your loved ones and vice versa." He muttered as he walked to the parking lot and turned on the remote key of his car.

God, ease my steps.

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