
"Mecca, this is Aunt Laras who picked up your phone," said Airin introducing Mami Laras. Mecca politely greeted and kissed the back of Mami Laras' hand and said hello.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Aunt. Greetings, I am Mecca, her cousin Teh Airin from the village," said Mecca in a tone so soft that Mami Laras forgot her tone in the phone call. It is not much different from Airin. Even Mecca also wears a black robe like Airin, but wears a lilac colored pasmina.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. How different was that on the phone?" mami Laras' reply left Mecca confused. "Eh, no! Come on, Mecca, sit here!" mami Laras patted the empty chair next to her. Airin held back a little laughter seeing the change in attitude of Mami Laras.
"Nah, Mecca, who is the son of Aunt Laras, his name is Kak Galang. If the one who met earlier was also his son, his name is Kak Galih," continued Airin. Mecca looked back at Galang for a moment with a forced nod and smile.
"Dek, I went outside first yes," said Galang because he knew that Mecca was not comfortable with him.
"Eh, why don't you share the same with Mami?" mami Laras asked, but Galang only raised one hand as a sign of goodbye. "Have two kids all weird. Fortunately, there is nothing strange" muttered Mami Laras who returned to focus on Airin and Mecca.
They told me at length even from the place of origin, college, everyday life Mecca and Mami Laras so liked Mecca even he completely forgot how Mecca behaved when he first talked to her.
Until finally magrib time arrived, Airin and Mecca pamit to go to the mushola first and alternately sit in front of the nursery of Papa Baskoro.
Mecca couldn't wait to get to the mushola to walk while pulling Airin's hand to speed up her footsteps.
"Crazy, Tea! The oath of Mecca did not really expect Teteh even want to get a husband in the capital city. How can you, Tea? Geez .. geez Mecca really can not stand having to keep the image in front of Aunt Laras earlier. Astaghfirullah .. sampe kayak nahan fart tau? Anyway Mecca ask for an explanation later!" cerocos Mecca when the two arrive at ablution. Airin nearly smothered Mecca's mouth with her hands.
"Pst ... Slow down, Mecca!" airin said with his index finger taped to his lips as a sign if he was in a public place.
"Mecca can't stand it, Tea. I even want to prance. Anyway later Teh Airin should love Mecca as clear explanation as possible from small things to things this big. Duh .. if Mikka knows, it must be more excited again she," said Mecca then remove her hijab and take water ablution. Airin could only sigh as she shook her head several times seeing how happy Mecca was when she found out she was about to marry Galang.
"You mean to agree that Teteh married Kak Galang?" ask Airin curiously. Mecca who just washed his hands immediately closed the tap water again.
"Yes obviously! It's a handsome and it's gotta be a kayak, right?" ledek Mecca splashed water on Airin's face.
"Ish, seriously! Um if it's Galih, how?" ask Airin again for wondering if their match will be successful or not. But Airin certainly hopes Mecca likes Galih.
"Direction? Oh, that fierce one just now? Dih, don't be the same as her Tea, Mecca won't agree if it's the same as her," replied Mecca with a different look.
"That means, do you like it, Galih? If you like, Teteh help pedekate with him, how?" airin's search made Mecca round her eyes perfectly so surprised.
"Astaghfirullah .. no! Amit-amit married the same fierce guy so. What if Papi Dzakir with Mami Misella tau, berabe Makkah life. Huh, ah! Don't talk about that arrogant guy, Tea! Hunt komat later," said Mecca then switch to take water ablution.
Airin breathed a heavy sigh. He has to talk to Galang about Mecca not liking the first impression of meeting him with Galih. But Airin is convinced that Mecca and Galih will fit in.
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Since his departure from the presence of Mecca, Galih did not immediately leave the hospital. It turned out that he was sitting in the hospital garden where there were some patients who were relaxing and learning to walk.
Galang who was following the departure of Galih took a seat in the park, but did not immediately ask the problem of Mecca. Galang saw Galih as if he was thinking about something and finally could only be asked after the magrib prayer.
"Why ask that, anyway!" exclaiming Galih while wearing pantofel shoes and immediately turn his attention to the street lights that look quite beautiful.
"It's just asking, brother. I don't like Mecca, she's beautiful. It looks like Airin too, doesn't it? How if ...," ledek Galang then embrace the shoulder Galih. But before Galang finished his sentence, Galih immediately brushed aside Galang's hand until Galang felt Galih was different.
"He's not my type and will never be my type, period!" firmly Galih stared cynically at Galang. Unfortunately Galang even laughed out loud. "Why, lo?" ask Galih wonder.
"Sister, hate and love it said different thin. Thin bridge Sidratul Muntaha that's like a hair cut seven,"
"What does that have to do with me, huh? Noisier storm?"
"Yes there is dong. If Kak Galih managed to cross the bridge, then Kak Galih will find beauty," explained Galang with full appreciation.
"If, no? Go to hell fire?" tanya Galih who looks into the trap of Galang speech.
"No, this is just parable love."
"Yes continue if you can not melewatin Sidratul Muntaha bridge and do not go into hell fire, I fell where, Fuckk!" Galih is getting upset. But even more trapped in the words of Galang.
"Yes go inside .. fire romance, haha!" Galang hurriedly left Galih because it could be that he will get a bogem gift from his brother.
"Groof!" exclaim Galih was a little furious.
"Come, Brother! Mami must be waiting for dinner" cried Galang who did not stop his footsteps.
Unfortunately Galih did not directly follow Galang. Somehow his brain suddenly gave a memory trajectory about a girl who threw sneakers into the glass of his car and screamed without apology after taking back the shoes.
"Damn, that girl ... It turns out that disrespectful woman, you? Oh yes, now I remember. I'm no stranger to her face, ck!" I don't know why Galih suddenly smiled.
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