DESTINY OF JAMILA
16

Darel and Salsa ran into the kitchen. They are satisfied playing on the terrace and the yard.

Arriving in the kitchen.

"Waaah.. That's Mama's cake!" salsa said with her cherry. The little girl turned towards Darel. "Darel, the cake is ready. Where pay for it!" Salsa turned her hand towards Darel.

"Salsa, don't pay." Mila, who was still tidying up the cake, stared intently at the princess.

"Koq not paid anyway ma? well, we're gonna need a lot of money to buy my school uniform, books, shoes."

"Dear, if we sincerely share, surely God will replace more. And remember, Share without having to wait a lot of sustenance. Anyway, Darel's father. Cholil sir, have you ever given Salsa a lot of money?" mila said softly.

Salsa's mind is now filled with money and money. Mila complained about finances. Honorary teacher salaries that are raised once every three months, often make it difficult for brands in finance these days. Moreover, they still have debt in the bank, when they want to open a drinking water depot business. Two months later, her husband died.

"When's Ma?" salsa asked in confusion. He seems to remember.

"Beauty, already....Don't talk about it anymore, son. You should share with your friends often!" mila smiled faintly. But, actually, he was sad. For discussing the money that Choil gave him a year ago. He remembered the incident of his death.

"Mom, it's okay. Indeed, I ordered a tart to Salsa. Don't want it for free." Darel said softly. This kid's good-looking, nice, polite again.

Must be Mr. Cholil's ex-wife is beautiful and kind.

Mila bathin, pay attention to Darel's clingy look that does not feel good.

"It's Salsabila...!" Darel's been preparing the money. Giving 100 thousand dollars to Salsa

"Yes, Hehehe.. Thank you, huh?" Salsa is matre. Still he received the money, even though Mila had said the cake was free. "So soon, I'll take the change!" Salsa got on the chair. He took his wallet which he kept in the cupboard. He went down, approached Darel. "This is the change!" Salsa gave Darel 50 grand.

"No need, just get you the change!" Darel refused the change from Salsa.

"Oowww.. Thanks a lot Darel!" Salsa vibrancy.

"Man, where's the cake!" Darel was excited to celebrate his father's birthday.

"It's son!" Mila gave Darel a birthday cake, it was complete with candles.

With a happy feeling they came out of the kitchen. And Mila took the time to tidy up her appearance and wore a hijab that covered her chest.

And they began to sing, Mila and Salsa who followed Darel affectionately with clapping in rhythm following the tone of the song.

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk ‘alaika

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk ‘alaika

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk yawm miiladik

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk ‘alaika

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk ‘alaika

Mabruuk alfa mabruuk yawm miiladik

Happy milad day

May we have spirit

Happy milad day

May we have spirit

From Allahu Sunday

Until life is safe

Cholil was taken aback by the surprise tonight. So surprised, he closed both his mouth that had gaping, not expecting, his birthday will be commemorated tonight.

"God.. What the hell is this Darel..!" cholil said happily. It seems wrong in front of everything. He's not a kid anymore, who should be celebrating birthdays.

Darel smiled broadly in front of his father. He still holds the birthday cake.



The compactness of father and son in front of her, made Mila overwhelmed. If Mas Irfan is still alive, of course Salsa will not lose the affection of a father figure.

"Dad pray dong!" darel said with his spirit

Mila was deeply moved to see the compactness that the father and son showed. Moreover, Cholil's face was currently very happy. An expanding smile adorns the full face of the sideburns. Mila until carried away the atmosphere made.

"Happy birthday dad, always good health, good luck. And I hope I get a new mother soon..!" said Darel smiling ignorantly. When the father closed his eyes when he prayed. Actually Cholil did not agree with this event. But, I don't know why he likes this surprise.

The words of the child enough to make Cholil offended. Why pray for a new mother in front of the crowd. Cholil is ashamed.

"Blow the candles, blow the lights now. Right now, right now!" They sang in unison while clapping their hands.

Even her mother-in-law Mila was shaking her body. I am so late in happiness.

Mila lights a white candle that there are three.

Huuff...

Huufft

Huufft

Cholil blew out the candles with his spirit. The grown man already looks like a kindergarten boy, whose joy at his birthday is celebrated. Really, Cholil's behavior made Mila dumbfounded. Because of what he could judge, Cholil was a firm and stiff man. When leading the meeting was also full of authority, and now the man was like a child. Free and loose.

"Yeee... Cut the cake, cut the cake!" Now only Darel and Salsa sing while Mila, helping Cholil sat cut the cake, prepared knives, spoons and plates.

Darel fed the cake to his father. Then Cholil also fed his son. Happiness lies clearly on the face of the father and son

"Now with mom!" Pinta Salsa, after Cholil also bribed her.

Mila is now a little away from them. Waving his hand, refusing to feed Cholil. Where Might Pak Cholil Kakankemenag provincial level was feeding him.

"Sir, here..!" It turns out that Cholil forced Mila to keep eating the cake from her birthday hand.

With her awkwardness finally Mila approached. It feels so thrilling. He became very nervous when he was fed.

"Aauuwhh...!" because of his grogginess, Mila bit Cholil's finger while feeding him.

"Ma, sorry sir!" mila reflex said. He grabbed Cholil's hand which was still covered with cream.

Huufft

Huttff

Huuff..

Mila blew that hand in her panic. Afraid the owner of the hand was angry with him.

Cholil is even as comfortable as a smile needed as a child, when his hands scratched a little, then ask attention to the gold to blow it.

"Cieh... Ciyeh... Romantic ni yee..!" ledek Darel and Salsa while laughing crisply. Likewise with the grandmother, her mother-in-law Mila came along, following the heating up the situation, so the two became misbehaved.

"Oohh.. Sorry sir. I don't mean anything! " said Mila with a million shy on her face. Especially now that Cholil was looking at him with an illegible gaze. Between being happy and upset with Mila.

"That's ok.!" Cholil Sahut.

"Assynnolay. ...!'

" Greetings walaikum..!" everyone answered simultaneously.

"Grandfather!" it turns out that came her father-in-law Mila.

"Waaah.. Cholil boy, what's going on?" asked her father-in-law Mila kindly.

Cholil is quite famous in the village. Because, he had just built a mosque, which happened to be his father-in-law Mila, who served as his BKM.

"Here sir, order Salsa's cake!" Sahut Cholil polite. She lyrics Mila who now rushes to the kitchen, after bringing her coffee glass Cholil.

"Oowww.. Cholil's birthday boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"Waaah.. Congratulations, Cholil. Stay healthy and be more successful!" said her father-in-law Mila.

"Yes, Mr. Samsul, thank you!"

Cholil again threw his gaze at Mila who now came from the kitchen carrying drinks. Of course Mila also brought a new drink to Cholil. Because the coffee that was spouted Cholil earlier, do not use sugar. But, use salt. Mila knew it, after she tasted a bit of her used coffee Cholil.

Mila went back into the kitchen. He prepares his Customer's order sponge. Mr. Cholil had a conversation with his two in-laws Mila. And Darel and Salsa play at home.

Not feeling like an hour has passed. The conversation of Cholil and Mr. Samsul even more exciting. Darel is now sleeping on the couch. While Salsa Dan Mila had entered the room, so also her mother-in-law Mila had rested in the room.

Mila who was tired, fell asleep, without knowing what time Mr. Cholil returned to his home.