Dear, My'Eve
HAPPY OPENING, AISYA

"Assalamu'alaikum ! !"

"Umi ya umiiii ! !" yelled Aisya, he put his bag just like that on the middle sofa, still wrapped in shoes he immediately attacked his Himalayan persian cat whom he named Sachi. This cute cat with a pug nose ran as soon as he heard Aisya's voice.

"Sachiii! Here baby-here, have you been fed yet the same umi?" he cradled Sachi like a baby, lifting and chasing Sachi who ran and squandered in any direction making the necklace around his neck flinch. Sachi is his milad gift from a brother's Brotherhood.

"Going home to school, open the uniform first, shoes...new hold Sachi...the grooming schedule when?" a woman with a beautiful soft face even though wrinkles on the tail of the eyes are inevitable at the age of almost 50 it should always speak up-speak up pitched firmly if the youngest comes home. Umi inserts the pudding to break it later, coincidentally in this house abi, Aisya, herself and son do a Monday-Thursday fast together.

"Tomorrow," Aisya answered briefly rubbing Sachi's soft white fur and ashes.

"Umi so this goes umroh?" Aisya releases Sachi who again runs towards the kitchen.

"So, yesterday I finished the payment with Al-Jabar Tour,"

Aisya opened her white veil and revealed something of beauty that she was supposed to keep for her mahrom.

"Keep, Ai OSN no support from umi sama abi? Tega! His son wants OSN on the go," he grumbled down on the sofa and opened his shoes.

"Meni lebay, rich at home left behind a stick. There's a Brotherhood, there's Arin tea, there's Raudhah tea. Umi same abi support use the skyline, in Mecca, let more afdol!" umi's eyebrows go up and down.

Aisya laughed, "great yes.if you join OSN or use there is skyline support! Ha-ha-ha,"

"Yes dong, tos first! Sugan weh or now mah sampe national level, continue to stretch International level, wow, great! Bayang... Aisya Nurul Huda hajj father Rabbani Huda flew to LN following the International science olympiad, setting aside other Asian countries.." (hopefully atuh).

"Huu! Ngarep dotkom's!" suddenly, Aisya's face that was soaring into space imagines a hallucinatory speech umi was rubbed rough by the tea of Raudhah, her second brother who had just returned home from college.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" he salim takzim on umi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," reply umi.

"Tea uh! I've flown far and far, not polite! Not that in do'ain adeknya success even bullied!" her scolding was sewot, while Raudhah laughed and ran into her room while sticking out her tongue. Aisya can be quiet, but it's outside! Here he is a spoiled abi-umi boy, chatty and the ingredients of his two brothers. Umi was used to the quarrel of her three children, always Aisya who became the material of ignorance of her two brothers either because of the youngest or indeed Aisya very easily provoked his emotions.

"Ck, ngeselin ah! Udah ah, go to the room first.mau tambahan, while waiting to open!" he moved from his seat to the top floor where his room and Raudhah were, the jomblowati in this house where he was above, while for the mixed doubles pair above...for the sake of mutual well-being so that there is no drama of hot ears or brain traveling in the direction of all sorts.

This young man sighed, it was always like this if he came home.Both his parents worked, at home there was only a housekeeper, there was a housekeeper, his two younger brothers who are still in Junior High School and Elementary School were if they were not busy with their world activities. Then her first sister? Married and separated the house. Ernest is not a broken child that seems harmonious, but the state of his house is always quiet if heading this afternoon, at most crowded if the day is getting dark.

He walked up to the stairs that were made of teak wood still with his socks, staring at one by one the items that were on the wall mama paste.

There is a Savior who always decorate the house in every corner of the room of his luxurious house, not to forget the beautiful framed paintings that display the greatness of his God when his first ascension to the sky.

Opening the black door of Ernest's room, his brain re-rewinded the events of the day to remember what he had done wrong so as not to repeat it later in life, but always in his shadow is the girl in white hijab, Aisya blushing cheeks and her round eyes. It was not a matter of OSN training let alone the technical implementation, there was a line of smiles and so many questions in Ernest's mind about his world and Aisya's world.

Confidence.why should he have feelings of liking in girls who have different beliefs with him. After all, how difficult is it like everyone else?! Aisya alone are bothered and more!

"Principle," Ernest snorted sneered.

*Begging and stirring everything to God*, the religious sentence of a very religious man in his family, grandpa.

But whether God will grant his request, he is not a religious and obedient servant, once a week he sometimes does not come to the place of worship and prefers to spend time exercising in the morning. So did Lord Aisha willingly grant the request and give one of her servants to Ernest.

Love does make you dizzy, it must involve feelings. Speaking of feelings today the throne owner of his heart is fasting, and soon it will break, Ernest looked for his cell phone and began typing ordering something. Per set an with confidence, which clearly his human heart says, *he fell in love with Aisya*.

Ting nong's!

"Excuse me! Assalamu'alaikum!"

In this house there are no domestic assistants, abi and umi feel no need to use the services of a household assistant considering the large number of family personnel to just do housework.

"Try looking at Ai first, in front of whom?!" umi asks Aisya to remember her busy cooking accompanied by Raudhah who washes the dirty containers, while the girl is only busy looking at Umi while playing with Sachi.

"Yes," The girl walked towards the front carrying Sachi in her cradle. But yet he welcomed the guest who came, the door was already opened by the tea of Arin the brother-in-law.

"Hubby, come here first!" calling him to the Brotherhood, made Aisya curious and frowned.

"Why?" reply a Brotherhood shouted welcomingly from the direction of the room that had just come out changed clothes.

"It's a package, but rich bouquets for the grand opening!" he answered when the Brotherhood was in front.

"Where's aisya? Ai! !" Arin extended his neck looking for Aisya as if it were all Aisha.

"Why tea?" Aisya further accelerated her pace of storming the vestibule.

Two backs of sister-in-law and her brother were immediately presented at the door of the house was talking with the package courier with a tone of kekeh kekeh sumekeh.

"This who's the sender anyway mas?" ask Ikhwan.

"This is the writing of Aisya's theme," said the courier showed a paper delivery note from a famous florist in Bandung.

"Bwahaha!" Arin laughs loudly at this, he then closes his mouth tightly towards the back, and pulls Aisya to watch, "you're here, look at this..."

The round eyes are more perfectly rounded now in front of the terrace of his house stands a beautiful flower arrangement like a greeting opening a new business place with a speech.

...Happy breaking of fast to Aisya...

...Aisya,...

"Who are you, my husband?" ask the Brotherhood.

"But here he wrote only Aisya aja mas, the problem of who I do not know, only the store knows," he replied no less kekeh.

"Wrong people kali, mas... There is no grand opening here." reply Ikhwan.

"Is this really the address?" asked the courier not to lose, the Brotherhood nodded, "yes really! Aisya is also my sister, but..."The Brotherhood thinks hard. Arin was still laughing about this.

"Ai, is this your friend who sent?" tanya Ikhwan now stared fiercely at his sister.

"Mana Ai tau," Aisya frowned in confusion but his gaze did not take a second off from this nearly 2-meter tall wreath while laughing.

"It is my excuse me, the important thing is that the package I have delivered.mas also do not need to pay because it has been paid in advance. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." The florist just left Aisya's house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam," answered the three.

"Pig!" call the Brotherhood, while Arin is still laughing with Aisya.

"Whoever sends this, he's the funny guy, the love guy, this bucket! Sweet tau no!" whispered Arin went inside following her husband.

Aisya looked at the flower while shaking her head, "Ernest,"

Aisya was still on the terrace until someone greeted her from outside the fence.

"Excuse me, is this really Aisya Nurul Huda's house?"

"Yes right," nodded Aisya.

"Oh, this is the deck..."

Aisya looked back, "let alone?"

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