DESTINY OF JAMILA
14

Her night.

"Assynnolay. ...!'

There was the sound of a man greeting from outside his mother-in-law's house Mila.

" Ma, there's a guest!" salsa said looking at the mother who was mixing sugar and eggs.

Mila also opened a business ordering various types of cakes, both wet and dry. And it just so happens that tonight he's cooking 2 pancake bowls, an order to deliver tomorrow. And it only takes 30 minutes to cook it.

"Where open the door, grandma still teaches in her room." Mila smiled faintly at the princess.

"Yes Ma!" Answer Salsa quickly. The cheerful little girl ran into the living room. And he quickly opened the door. And the grandmother turned out to have also finished teaching and is now in the living room.

"Om Cholil, Darel..!" salsa said with her spirit. It was great to know who the guests were.

"Salsa, your mom cooked what I ordered?" tanya Darel approached Salsa.

Salsa was confused.

"Oohh come in, son of Cholil" said Grandma with his friendliness.

Cholil though not a native in that place, but he is quite well known and respected people in the complex. He is the son-in-law of the family of Mr. Dasmi and Kasinah. Mr. Dasmi is a prominent family in the complex. Plus Cholil is a kind and friendly official.

"Yes ma'am." Cholil politely. The handsome man who now had his face on the side of a sidebar sat his butt on the simple green sofa of sage. Cholil started to notice every corner of that simple house. There are no pictures hanging on the wall. There is only a wall clock and caligragi verse chair, lafaz Allah SWT and Prophet SAW.

"Darel, let's go to the kitchen. My mom's cooking a Bronis cake!" Salsa said with her spirit

"Yok!" Darel and Salsa ran into the kitchen.

From the kitchen there was a mixer sound.

"Mil, Mila.. Make drinks. We have guests!' Said her mother-in-law Mila in a loud voice.

In the kitchen Mila was surprised by the presence of Darel in the kitchen.

Then the guest is Mr Cholil? God, why did you come to this house.

Mila bathes, her feelings are no longer good. He was afraid that his career would be threatened. If Mr. Cholil doesn't like him and his son Salsa always makes trouble.

In the living room, when Mila was still daydreaming while fixing sugar and eggs.

" What would Cholil like to drink? tea or coffee.?" ask her mother-in-law Mila.

"Eeem..coffee can also be ma'am!" Cholil politely. His face looks bright

" Mila's... Make coffee for our guests!"

Mila was still daydreaming, plus the sound of the mixer was quite loud.

"But...!"

"Mah..!" Salsa who watched her mother fixer patted her arm slowly, to be aware of her daydream.

"A, what son?" Mila stared at the astonished Salsa who was looking at her sharply. He also turned off the mixer because the dough that is stirring has expanded white without trace of the sign of the dough is good

"Grandma, said grandma make coffee for the handsome oe ma!" salsa said with a sour face. She felt her mother was tulalit.

"But...!" call her mother-in-law again.

"Not bother mom. I don't want to drink koq." Cholil said with his friendliness.

Mila, who heard the words of her provincial superior, was made to feel completely wrong. Mila assumed, Mr. Cholil must be disappointed in him, because he did not quickly run the stairs at the request of his mother-in-law to make coffee.

"It's okay, son. You should try my son-in-law's coffee. Guaranteed to be delicious and delicious!" said her mother-in-law Mila with passion.

"Ociuhh.. Was she? that's good news, ma'am." Sahut Cholil friendly

Mila was not calm. He no longer concentrated on making the coffee. Because the ears are now focused on eavesdropping on the conversation of mother-in-law and Mr. Cholil.

"Mom, the water is boiling!" Salsa reminds the dreamy Mila.

"Ouh.. Oh.hhhh..!" Mila took the napkin. He lifted a pot of hot water and brewed coffee in a glass.

Salsa and Darel notice that Mila bang is making coffee by imagining it.

"Darel what do you want to drink?" ask Salsa to Darel.

"I don't want to drink. I want to eat the cake bang you promised me this afternoon."

"Oowww.. Aye yes. After this is mature. We'll make a cake together. Wait for mom to finish cooking people's orders first "

"Salsa, don't hold your stuff, mama, son!" remind Mila of Salsa. Delicious flavored coffee is now on the top of the view, ready to be delivered to the living room.

"Yes ma!" soft Salsa mouth

Mila smiled sweetly at Darel and Salsa. He tidied up his appearance.But, he forgot to wear his hijab. Because earlier, finished praying Yes, he went straight to the kitchen. Because her father-in-law has an event outside. He was also lightly not wearing a hijab. He usually wears a hijab.

"It's beautiful koq ma!" salsa laughed a little.

Mila with her confused face and misbehavior, glanced at Darel who had been smiling at her.

Hhujff...

Mila was nervous taking a heavy breath. Suddenly he felt groggy to see Mr. Cholil. I don't know where that reluctance and misbehavior came from. He met Cholil 2 times. Anyway, why is it wrong. No. Maybe he likes that guy. He just doesn't know, Mr. Cholil is two or married again.

Indeed the last news he knew, Cholil was a widower. When Cholil made a visit to the school where he worked

Mila tried to calm down as her foot stepped on the living room. He briefly lyrics Mr. Cholil with his thin smile, which makes him astonished with his current self, which is, he was groggy in front of Mr. Kholil when he wanted to put a glass filled with coffee in front of the very handsome man. From every side, the man looks handsome. From the front, side, back or from above

And unfortunately, Mr. Cholil's gaze stopped to Mila who now walked up to him with coffee. The gaze of Mr. Cholil who radiated to the attraction made him wrong.

"Si, please drink sir!" say stammer. She lyrics her mother-in-law who seems happy at this time. And Mila can no longer look at Mr. Cholil.

"Yes Dek Mila!"

Deg

Why is he called Adek. Hadeuh.. Mila was wrong. His hand reflexively held his rumbling chest. And at that moment he realized that he was not wearing a hijab. But, the apron he was wearing had not been removed. Of course his appearance was very embarrassing at this time.

"Gosh. !" mila reflex shouted. He's a teacher in a madrasa, cook meet a foreign man not hijab.

Byurrs.

Not only was Mila shocked. Mr. Cholil was also shocked, when I drank his coffee. And the coffee in his mouth spouts about Mila.