Dear, My'Eve
THE RAMADHAN FAMILY

Aisya came home with a million feelings of sadness, sadness and sadness, as if her soul had just been lifted half not knowing where to stand, anyway want to quickly go home.

Czech....

"Ai, where are you from! Retno was here anterin your bag, said you left school not to come back?!" teh Arin who was worried about her sister-in-law immediately shouted, "aa! Ai's home!"

With a long negligee shirt and instant hijab, Arin tea scrutinized the face of her sister-in-law without missing a single one. Ikhwan went down into the house, since he had called all his friends Aisya asked where Ernest's house was.

"You are! Hape you're not active!" Raudhah exclaimed at the sewot and was relieved to see her youngest brother coming home.

"You're next to Ernest's mom?! Brought where?! Why not permission first anyway, rich not just parents, bring children without permission!" of course the lion of this family is angry, he is the one who is most responsible for the house and its inhabitants now.

"Ai, why? Uh, even cry?! You diapain?!" Arin raised his eyebrows worried, the more intense he examined Aisya's body, afraid if it turns out that Ernest's mother was rude to physical play. From his attitude that brought Aisya without permission alone had shown his bad intentions.

"Aa," Aisya looked at the Turtle Brotherhood.

"Help Ernest, a.." This girl suddenly calmed down a second time, but this time in front of her older brother.

"Gee!" the three of them were surprised by Aisya's attitude. This girl came back crying, the face that had been soaked from crying was now wet again.

"Why?!" Ikhwan.

"Ernest wants to move, a..." Aisya cried so deeply, her biting so deeply.

"But he expelled his papa. He just didn't go to school, he didn't come home, he hasn't eaten..." Aisya really sobbed until the basin on her neck gulped deeply.

"God willing..." Raudhah shut her mouth.

The Brotherhood raised both eyebrows, "who are you really? He was just messing around, remember! Hijrah is not for fooling around, Aisya... Especially just because of mon yet's love!" reply Ikhwan.

"You are still small, yet do not understand the rigors of life and the firmness of heart!"

Aisya did not believe the Brotherhood doubted Ernest.

"You can't mess with Aisya, you know who Ernest's family is! They can do anything, don't interfere! You do not know if the house people are worried about you not being in school brought by people?! What if they do more than just take you away?!"

Aisya looked at her sister's nyalang, she shook her head not understanding the Brotherhood's way of thinking. Does it have to be mature first everyone will believe if someone gets guidance from God?

"Now you go into the room! And one more thing, I don't want this to happen again! Stay away Ernest!"

The derrr!

Aisha shook her head, "don't want to! Shouldn't Muslims help each other?! Anyone knows, if the hijrah is not easy!" Ikhwan threw his brother into his room. Then lock Aisya in there.

"Aah! Aa open A....!" Aisya banged on the door of her room. The Brotherhood shaved its hair, "astagfirullahaladzim," he muttered.

"A, what if Ai really? Do you want to hijrah?!" ask Raudhah.

"A, that's you! Your time is key, here's the key. I don't have the heart! If abi is the same Umi, you must be angry!" hiss Arin.

But the Brotherhood hid the key in his pants pocket, he shook his head, "then from that, the path of the hijrah is not easy. If he is not istiqomah, then instead return to his previous beliefs.while Aisya, will be the target of the Ernest family! Aa just wanted to protect our family," she left from there when Aisya was screaming in her room, "aa bukaaaa! Ai wants anterin food for Ernest!"

Her body slumped behind the door, she pulled on the hijab and showed her black hair tied up, "aa, Ai wants to nolong Ernest...Ernest's been thumped by his papa!" Aisya muttered.

Aisya drowned her head in the folds of her hands.

Mama Iren came home after not being able to persuade Ernest to come home, maybe she would negotiate with her husband, persuading him to accept Ernest back. Or maybe his father-in-law?

Rama, who stood a few minutes ago, caught a glimpse of Mama Iren leaving the mosque. Apparently his speech the other day happened, the family.always become the main problem, whether it's the pros or cons.

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Kang!" ernest's white face showed that this young man had not eaten and had not taken a bath.

"To yuk's house!" bring him. However, he could not let Ernest fight alone, at this young age was truly a gift of broad-minded humans and this *se-extraordinary.

"Don't kang. Nothing, I will go to Coki's house.." he refused.

Rama shook his head, "i maksa loh! If not, I cry nih," said Rama, he actually did not go home at all, inexplicably his heart moved him to stop by for a moment to the mosque near his house.

Ernest smiled stiffly, "rear just came home?"

Rama nodded, "i just returned home jihad.seeking a living for the wife's children, yes even though my one child can already make his own money," kekehannya embrace Ernest.

Rama did not ask Ernest where the bike was, he could already guess what happened to this boy.

"Good!"

Ernest glanced at this one teacher's motorbike, woww! Like young people, they are not outdated.

"Not yet kang, ever had. But now it's been labeled.." he answered up.

"Label leasing?"

"No, the same label that has money!"

"It will buy your own money, so don't be labeled people!" rama answered his motor.

A large house with a black fence towering large, even according to Ernest no less big with his house.

"This is my house?" he looked at her.

"Babarengan's house!" he said (together)

"So much of the parlor, kang?" ask Ernest.

"Rubber! But in the future, Nawir's hajj children's orphanage!" laughter Rama.

"Lake in!" pinta Rama's. Ernest clucked, he did not expect if the teacher taught him was a rich man!

"Sayangg!" shouted Rama.

"There's a new kid, I'm going to cost!" screams again.

Ernest circulated his gaze toward the rows of cars, sports fields, side courtyards and gazebos. The activity there is quite crowded, many people.more precisely there are some men who go back and forth carrying goods.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Rama kissed on Nara's forehead.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" answer Nara. A beautiful woman received Rama's carrying bag, "who?"

"What yesterday I told you," he replied.

"Mandi ahhh! Let the handsome man bow down before God! Let my prayers have another baby! !" rama shouted inside through the kitchen door.

"Bas crazy, his son is getting married, still does not want to lose!" muttered Nara chuckled amusedly.

Ernest shook his head in this absurd manner of ustadz.

"You, Ernest?" asked Nara smiling. Ernest nods, Nara can see Ernest's condition, he and Rama are not people with normal lives who do not know what is happening, he and Rama are used to facing teenagers with crises, he and Rama are accustomed to facing teenagers with crises, whether it's economics, heart, identity, broken home...

"Come in! Call me mother, my youngest child may be your age. I'll call you later..."

"Mi! Azmi--there's tea, temenin!" nara screamed in, while Ernest sat in the back gazebo.

"Who's bun?" ask her to come down from the room. Nara whispered to him a little.

Another young man in a calm and soothing style approached Ernest, Azmi initially frowned, temen from where?! Mother loves ngaco! But then when you say his name is Ernest, congenital daddy, Azmi understands.

"Azmi, you?"

"Gue Ernest."

"Si daddy if taking a long bath, must be stretching first.sit down first here, ntar I temenin-gue take first hape yes," said Azmi.

Just as Azmi was coming in, Nara came back out, "drink first!" he brought lemon iced tea and a plate of his homemade glutinous sponge along with the cakue.

"Don't bother tant.mother.." she replied, but her stomach had been rumbling since this morning.

"Ck! Must be eaten, do not accept if the contents are still intact!" nara answered, he then pushed the drink and food in front of Ernest, "sook or eaten, itung-itung so people to so many taster made by mother!" he said, "good calories say good, if not good enough meat aja denakin-enakin!" nara's laughter made Ernest finally want to pluck the cake and sip a drink.

"Wait a minute, take a shower, she said..."

"Bun, a Azka don't come home today? Whereas Azmi motor wants to change the brake canvas," asked Azmi.

"Samperin aja to his workshop, kanya again boisterous same workshop, same wedding planning..."

Waitaminute! Ernest frowned, Azka? The workshop? Is that Azka?!

"Kang Azka, who has Azka's Garage?" ernest asked after sipping his lemon iced tea for half.

"Known?" ask Nara.

"Yes, I want to modify the motor for the race must be in Azka's garage." replied Ernest, "the akangnya kocak, well, top lah if you have been fiddling with the engine!" praise Ernest.

Nara smiled, "greetings from the first Ramadan junior, Ernest..."

Ernest up to his feet, the world is so narrow, "oh! So kang Azka is Kang Rama's son the same mother?"

Nara nodded while Azmi chuckled, "aa mboy emang sense of sliding her brain, Nest.similar daddy,"

Ernest laughed, it's appropriate to hear Rama talk he's like he knows someone.

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