Brother, I Love You
217. Reaching heaven with you

"Jean !"call Darren as his hand manages to open the door of his room.

Jean who was sitting on the sofa while watching tivi immediately turned her head towards Darren who was stepping towards her. Jean commented on her smile, she did not know what to call Darren.

Since leaving the hospital, Jean and Khanza have been living in Alfarizqi's residence. Of course it was at the request of Mama Bunga. Otherwise, Darren wouldn't have dared to bring Jean into the house. Although Jean occupied Darren's room, but that doesn't mean they slept together. Darren sleeps to another room. Because they are not married.

"This is his shirt of danger !" Darren gave the paper bag to Jean.

Jean accepted, saying nothing.

Darren sat down beside Jean, and one of his arms stretched out to rub Jean's head. Seeing Jean still seemed stiff to him.

"Don't you work today ?" jean asked, seeing Darren relaxing at nine in the morning. Normally at seven in the morning, Darren had already left for the office.

"I'm not your father !" cetus Darren's. Still Jean often called him Father, even though they wanted to get married.

"So what should I call you ?. Call my brother, but my elder" asked Jean without seeing Darren.

"Call that baby !" answer Darren.

How can Jean call Darren dear. His tongue felt stiff to say that. I don't know?, honestly Jean still does not believe that she will marry Darren, the cute boy who used to buy ice sales.

Jean sighed softly before saying something to Darren. He will try to please the man beside him who looks sour face.

"Darren !" call Jean.

Darren immediately turned his head with a bright face.The call was much better than being called by his own future wife.

"What is my dear ?" tanga Darren's.

"It's not good we're both in the room. We're not married, shethan will come tease us. And also later can cause slander" replied Jean.

Darren sighed and immediately stood up from beside Jean. Staying in one house does not mean they are both free. Jean would always tell him to quickly get out of the room, every time he came to the room, to just say hello or ask the news. But Darren really likes Jean's attitude. This means that Jean was a good woman, rather an honorable widow, a widow who could keep her honor.

"Okay my love !" Darren took his foot out of the room. No kisses or kisses. Because Jean forbade it so hard.

Downstairs, Darren steps his feet toward his parents' room. Although tomorrow he and Jean will have a wedding, but the house looks empty. There is no preparation. Because they would only marry in KUA, as Jean requested.

"Ma ! Pa !" call Darren while knocking on his parents' bedroom door. But nothing sounds good from within.

Darren clucked, guessing for sure that his parents were in private business. Darren left the place with an unclear grunt. Darren was confused about where he was going, finally he stepped his feet towards Bilal's room. Looks like he'll be lazy today on the bed.

In the room of the husband and wife who are no longer young. The two people who love each other until the grandfather and Grandma. They were united in a blanket. They express an endless love for each other.

"Thank you dear !" said Papa Arya kissed the forehead of Mama Bunga who was still lying on his stomach over his body.

"Back my dear Aaryanku !" reply Mama Bunga, also kissed the forehead of the old man who was under her body.

Papa Arya moved Mama Bunga beside him, hugging his wife's body tightly. Papa Arya caressed Mama Bunga's face, a face that had been with her for decades. Even though that face can be said to be no longer beautiful. For Papa Arya that face still looks beautiful.

"Thank you for accompanying me so far !" papa Arya said with a smile on her lips.

Mama Bunga also extended her hand stroking Papa Arya's face. That face already looked wrinkled, not as handsome as it used to be.

"Thank you for loving me so deeply !" reply Mama Flowers." Trimaksih has sacrificed a lot to take care of me and my property" he said again.

"I love you and love you so much !. You and your children are the purpose of my life" replied Papa Arya.

Mama Bunga moved her head over Papa Arya's chest, and tightened her arms." We're not young anymore, honestly what I'm most afraid of is, you go first, before our daughter Sabina gets married."

Papa Arya rubbed his wife's kapala who had also started to fill the gray."Death is not bad destiny. We must love our own death. Because we die, it means we return to the Creator. The problem of children, especially our daughters, is not our business anymore, when we are dead. Our responsibility is gone in this world. Let it be God's business" Papa Arya explained in his soft voice.

"And also, Sabina has a sister eman as my replacement. I'm sure they'll take good care of our daughter" Papa Arya said.

"I want to die with you Aaryan. Like our parents, no one is left behind. I don't want to live without you for a day, I don't think I can."

Papa Arya increasingly developed his smile to hear the words of his wife."I am so dear!, may God take us together" replied Papa Arya.

"But pity the children if we are the same goes" said Mama Bunga again.

"God must have sown their hearts, like ours" Papa Arya replied.

"Let's take a bath!, it looks like Reyhan and Yumna are about to arrive. Don't let your goddamn son come, we're still in this mess." Papa Arya tried to sit her body.

"I didn't think we'd get twin grandchildren. Hm..! I can't wait for our granddaughter to be born, it must be very funny funny" said Mama Bunga, wrapped around the blanket to her body.

"How about we add another child !" papa Arya said silly.

"Where can I again, my egg cells are up you produce every day" replied Mama Bunga.

Papa Arya pulled Mama Bunga who was about to step up to fall on her lap." Time's up?, but it still feels as good as ever."

"Isa ! you are!, the flirtation is not less than it used to be. I'm old too" Decis Mama Bunga.

"You're old too, still like it in flirty !" papa Arya's reply flashed her smile.

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In the afternoon, Bila drove his vehicle towards the persantern where he studied Religious Science. For a month he had not visited the pesantren because he had learned to manage the treasure of Mama Bunga. Bilal had missed the pesantren, more precisely missed hearing the study of Religion from the Kiyai in the pesantren. In addition to deepening his religious knowledge, in the pesantren, Bilal also became a teaching teacher for the madrasah level. But for a month, Bilal was allowed to not teach.

Arriving at the boarding school, Bilal parked his vehicle right in front of his food stall. Of course with his presence using a luxury car, inviting the attention of people around the school, especially the students.

Bilal opened the door next to him, and went straight down to walk into his ramas rice stall.

"Ustadz Bilal !" greet the man who works in his stall. Can't believe it was Bilal who got out of that fancy car.

"Assalamu aleikum !" sapa Bilal smiled, seeing the students and their workers saw him not blinking.

"Assalamu aleikum !!" Bilal raised his tone, to resuscitate the people who were in the shop.

"Greetings hallow !" reply everything at once.

"It's the boss' car I work in now" Bilal replied without anyone asking.

"Ustadz Bilal works where is it now ?. It's only fitting that you never come back here again" asked his friend Bilal named Indra.

"Working as a driver, my boss happened to go nowhere today. So I can get the car here" Bilal replied. Who hitherto hid his status as the son of a rich man.

"It's true that's the boss !" indra said, believe what Bilal said.

"Alhamdulillah !" Bilal smiled at her smile.

"Ukhti Hani keeps looking for you here. He asked for your home address" said Ustadz Indra, while his hands were busy putting the side dish into the plastic, because someone ordered it.

Bilal frowned, Didn't he reject my proposal?, why else would he look for me ?. Inner Bilal

"You tell me ?" ask Bilal.

"Yes !" answer Indra

Bilal sighed, because the address of the house that his friend Indra told him was the address of his late grandfather's house from his father, who was in a residential community. The house was a simple house inhabited by an underprivileged family.

"Yes already ! I went to the mosque first" said Bilal because he had not carried out his Ashar prayer obligations."Assalamu aleikum !" he said and left.

"Greetings hallow !" reply Indra and the santri who were enjoying eating at the stall.

"Hani ! Hani !" call Susi wiggling Hani's arm, breathing nonsense because she just ran from outside into the dormitory.

"Isa ! what the hell is Susi ? I'm sleeping again" muttered Hani who was sleeping, further tightening his embrace to his favorite bolster.

"Ustadz Bilal is coming !" answer Susi.

Hani immediately opened her eyes and immediately sat down to look at the face of Susi who was standing next to her.

"Seriously ?"

"I saw Ustadz Bilal enter the mosque" Susi replied.

Hani got down from the bed, grabbed her headscarf and put it on.

"Assalamu aleikum ! I'm going first !" pamit Hani immediately ran out of the dormitory towards the mosque.

Arriving at the mosque, Hani did not see any sandals outside. There is no sign of anyone inside the mosque. Hani pursed her lips, thinking that Susi was teasing her. Hani also sat his body on the edge of the terrace of the mosque. Then support his chin with both hands.

Ustadz Bilal's ! where are you going ?. I don't want to until Grandpa tells me to accept someone's proposal again. Because I just want you. Inner Hani

Bilal had not returned to the boarding school for a month, during which time Hani had never seen Bilal. His heart longed for Habiby Qolby.

God ! make Ustadz Bilal my priest !. Be my friend to reach heaven with you. Because in this heart has been tucked into his name. Inner Hani again

Seeing that the day began to turn dusk, Hani left the mosque, returning to the dormitory.

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The Kiyai Husen house.

"It looks like I can't teach here anymore Kiyai. My busyness is so dense, I can't divide my time Kiyai !" bilal told Kiyai Husen.

"What is Ustdaz Bilal, but what about my grandson ?" kiyai Husen asked with a smile.

"Didn't Ukhti Hani reject my proposal Kiyai ?" ask Bilal.

"I haven't said who would have killed him at that time. He has rejected it" replied Kiyai Husen." He thinks that the person who will be preaching it is not Ustadz" he continued.

Bilal smiled at her smile.