DESTINY OF JAMILA
15

"Ma, sorry Deck!" cholil said with confusion. His hands look Want to wipe the coffee that hit his clothes Mila.But, his hands were slowly clenched in the air. It was impossible for him to touch the shocked woman before him.

"I, yes sir!" Mila who misbehaved since then, is now moving into the kitchen. It was a shame, Cholil saw him in a state not wearing a hijab.

Seeing her stiff attitude Mila had towards him. Makes him feel guilty.

"Son Cholil, does the coffee taste bad?' asked her mother-in-law Mila with curiosity, why did the coffee came out and about Mila.

" E, good koq ma'am!" Sahut Cholil stuttered.

"Oohh..!" Her mother-in-law Mila said in disbelief. Because Cholil's facial expression looks wry now.

"Circulation is not good, so it is spiked!"

"Sir, the coffee was still hot!" answer Cholil quickly. He also looks wrong at the moment.

"Dad, I'm playing outside!" Said Darel who is now being pursued by Salsa.

"Yes son!" Sahut Cholil notices the two children running into the park, and then focuses on his mother-in-law Mila.

"Oh yes Nak Cholil, is Nak Cholil really the leader of Mila at school?" asked her mother-in-law Mila enthusiastically.

Both of his eyebrows linked Cholil heard the middle-aged woman's question. "Sir Ma'am, I'm not Mila's boss. I work in the provincial capital." Answer Cholil kindly

Her mother-in-law Mila looked increasingly confused. "Oowww.. Kirain, because Mila had a story. Means the wrong mother." Answer the middle-aged woman.

"Oh, son, can you ask for help. Tell me you used to be the same leader in the province. Honorary teacher who passed the PPPK this year, placed into his parent school only. No need to roll." Her mother-in-law Mila stopped her speech. He took a quick look. "I don't want my son-in-law Mila to be away from me.' Now the old woman was crying.

Cholil fell silent, only then he knew, that Mila won the PPPK in Kemenag.

" Mommy, don't worry. During the school where Mila worked, she was still needed, yes she was usually proposed to remain at work at that school. Surely the headmaster of the school proposed to Kanwil bu." Cholil is serious.

"Oowww... Pay again dong son!"

"No ma'am." Answer Cholil firmly

"Beyond? now the pay system!" her father-in-law Mila Nyolot said.

"Yes mom. Our institution is trusty ma'am." Answer Cholil politely.

"Don't you son, I'm so worried about my son-in-law's future. I'm afraid she'll be miserable, if we're her parents-in-law's gone." The old woman complains with a full gaze.

"He had never felt happy after marrying my son. And now she's a single parent. It makes me so worried, son."

Cholil smiled faintly in response to the story of the middle-aged woman before him. He was impressed with his mother-in-law Mila.

"Son Cholil, help me find a good man who can take care of Jamila and her daughter Salsabila." Pinta his mother-in-law Mila full of hope, even the old woman to close her two arms to Cholil.

The request of the old woman before him Cholil certainly surprised him greatly. He was even asked I as a matchmaker.

"Emmm.. What about mom, about a soul mate, right,"

"Please son, you must have a lot of good acquaintances. But not the rich. The ordinary, the sholeh and full of responsibility. Because we're the hard ones, too." Her mother-in-law Mila looks very hopeful for Cholil's help

Mila who now just waiting for her cake to ripen in the oven, certainly opened her ears wide in the kitchen. To be able to hear the conversation Cholil and her mother-in-law. About her mother-in-law's request to find a soul mate for her. Mila who eavesdropped behind the kitchen wall was infuriated by the mother-in-law's words. Because Mila doesn't want to go up the stairs anymore. He wanted to focus on Salsa. Not to add to your work by taking care of your husband.

She had a bitter experience with the household. Tired of work at home, tired of work find money to help income for the family. And feel betrayed. Mila is no longer interested in getting married. She doesn't want to spend her energy on having a husband anymore.

"Mom, this soul mate is very sensitive. A, I don't dare to match people. Later, the person I'm dating isn't actually good later on, I can be ashamed of mom and her Deck Mila." Sahut Cholil is polite with confidence.

Huuff..

Her mother-in-law Mila took a deep breath. The old woman was leaning on the sofa.

"Yes, son, sorry. Then mother's request was not to be taken by heart."

"Yes ma'am, sorry about this I can't help!" Sahut Cholil reluctantly.

"On the placement of Mila in her school. Can Cholil help you?" ask the middle-aged woman.

"If it's about that, you can ma'am!" Sahut Cholil polite.

Hearing the conversation in the living room had already cooled down. Mila refocused on her ballcake. Now we have to wait two more pans in the oven. Two pans have been cooked

It turns out Salsa told Darel, If he is good at making sponge cake. And Darel orders a brownie birthday cake to Salsa, because Darel wants to surprise his father on his birthday.

From the story of Darel to Mila in the kitchen. Mr. Cholil, Darel's father doesn't like to celebrate birthdays. But, if you just eat cake with his father it does not mind. So Darel forced Cholil to come to Mila's house, wanting to order a birthday cake.

Mila was confused now. How he's going to decorate Mr. Cholil's birthday cake.