
The sound of the baby's voice was accompanied by the twigs, and the foliage dance, welcoming the arrival of a handsome man with shady eyes and entourage.
After they left the car to one of the villagers, the family entourage Abimana and Kirana, set foot, broke through the lush trees, towards the house of Arya.
Hearts of Inspiration were pounding, as their steps drew closer to the house familiar to the handsome man. It turned out to be true, the house that Kirana meant was the house of a dimpled girl, Sacred.
Abimana and the company stopped, when they came to the door.
The house is very simple, even the roof is only from straw.
"Asalamu'alaikum, Mr Arya?" greeting Abimana.
After saying the third greeting, the door opened. A middle-aged man, wearing a worn-out koko suit, with a sarong subordinate, stood behind the door.
"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Masya Allah, Nak Bima," Arya replied to Abimana's greeting. The middle-aged man, hugging Abimana tightly, vented the longing for the shady-eyed handsome man. Abimana returned the arms of the man who had been a wingless angel, for saving his life from an ill-fated accident, almost a year and a half ago.
Slowly they took each other off hugs.
"Monggo, please come in first! Sorry, our situation is this way," said Arya, allowing guests to enter the house.
"Thank you Mr. Arya. We even really admire the Father's house, although simple, but it feels very comfortable," said Ilham accompanied by a smile, replying Arya's words.
They set foot into Arya's house.
"Please sit down!" Arya invites her guests to sit on a mat made of dry foliage.
The middle-aged man, shook the hands of his guests in turn.
From inside the room, came out a sweet girl dimpled, Holy. He was very surprised to see Abimana and the guests sitting on the mat. Unintentionally, Sacred's eyes fell on a handsome man who was very familiar, Ilham.
Ileham sat beside Abimana. The good looks of the two men made Sacred hearts palpitate. If you had to choose, the girl would be very difficult to make a choice. But because he realized that it would not be possible to receive a reply from Abimana, the Holy also hoped that the future Inspiration would be his priest.
"Holy Master," the voice of Inspiration was heard softly. Abimana and Kirana looked at each other, they were surprised to hear the voice of Inspiration, calling out the Holy Name. It is unexpected that Inspiration has known the Saints.
"Yes Ustadz. Why did Ustadz Ilham and Mas Bima come together?" holy asked because he was astonished.
"Ohhh, because Bima is my sister-in-law, Ma'am. The girl in the light blue veil is my sister, In shaa Allah the future wife of Bima," replied Ilham.
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The Sacred Heart beat faster at the reply of Inspiration. Although there is already a speck of love for Ilham, but his love for Abhimana is still open.
"It turns out you and Bang Ilham already know each other, Saints?" Abhimana asked the Holy Lord a question.
"Mmm, yes. Ustadz Ilham and I knew each other a week ago. When he gave tausiyah in the mosque located not far from the house of Mr. Tama. Greetings from me, Saints. I am the daughter of Mr. Arya," said Suci by clenching both palms on the chest.
"Greetings are also from us Saints" replied Kirana, who also clenched both palms in the chest.
The gazes of Hasan, Arini, Ridwan, and Ratri were fixed on the dimpled girl. Saints who realized their gazes also lowered their faces in embarrassment.
"Holy Lord," replied Kirana followed by the nods of the other guests.
The saint walked into the kitchen, preparing drinks for the guests.
Arya and the guests were talking to each other. Hasan and his wife, expressed their gratitude to the middle-aged man. Hasan wanted to give some money to Arya, but was rejected.
"Why should we repay Mr. Arya and Saints?" hasan said, his eyes glazed over.
"Already sir, do not think to return the favor! What we do is an obligation to others. We only act as intermediaries, while the real God helps Nak Bima."
Arya's very wise words foster admiration for all who listen.
"Thank you Mr. Arya, may the kindness of the father and the Holy One, be recompensed from Allah" said Hasan and guaranteed by other guests, along with Arya.
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Saints walked out of the kitchen with a tray on which there were several cups containing nasgitel tea, sweet and thick hot.
After the Saints invited the guests to drink their tea, they began to gulp the drink.
"Tea made by Holy Nak, very suegeeeer and nasgitel," said Arini after sipping a drink.
"Thank you, ma'am" Suci replied with a red hue on her face. The girl dimpled, sitting next to Arya.
They continued the conversation.
"Oiya Nak Bima, is this beautiful girl named Nak Alya?" Arya asks the question, thinking that Kirana is Alya. But in his heart was filled with questions, why the face of the future wife Abimana was not exactly the one in the photo. That question was also lodged in the Sacred Heart.
"No sir, my future wife is named Kirana. Me and Alya were not meant to be a match, "Abimana replied with a smile. Surely a smile of rigor.
Arya and Suci felt shocked after hearing Abimana's reply. They did not think, that the relationship of the shady-eyed man with Alya, had foundered.
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