DESTINY OF JAMILA
18

Frightened Mila, approached the provincial level official with a bow. He was like a wet-caught criminal.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm guilty!" not yet asked, Mila has given up first.

"More improved discipline yes muallimmah!"

Deg

Frightened Mila, raised a little of her face. Because he knew the voice that was just advising him.

Mr. Cholil.

Mumbled Mila, he quickly lowered his head again, because he could not meet with Mr. Cholil.

"Yes sir!" sahut Mila is polite.

Mila from a distance did not hit Cholil who walked into the parking lot along with his members and the principal. Because, Cholil's current appearance was very different. The man looked younger and fresher. Because the mustache and sideburns that adorn his face, now no longer seen on the white face. So, Cholil is now like a 25-year-old. Very handsome, and full of charm.

"We're leaving! "

"Good sir! "

Mila who was still down, glanced at the lyrics The officials who have now boarded the car. And so does their principal.

Huuff..

Mila who was feeling tense, now took a deep breath. He needed a lot of oxygen, because his chest was tight, too tense in front of the officials.

Feel more calm. Now, Marah dragged her feet into the office. There are no hours of class. Arriving in the office.

"Well... That's a pretentious PPPK candidate. Just after hours of work just run away!" babble Miss Rose was upset, looking at Mila who was now entering the office space.

Mila who doesn't want to make a fuss. Ignoring the babble of Bu Rose. He put his ass in his chair. He took his laptop. Not wanting to be distracted by Bu Rose's insinuations.

Miss Rose was finally silent, because no teachers responded. Everyone chooses silence.

***

At 15:10 Wib. Mila has arrived home. He was also surprised by the presence of Darel in his home. Play with Salsa on the porch. Then Mr. Cholil is really in the village. And there's business what high-ranking officials have in their schools.

Mila who orders a lot of sponge cake. Don't want to bother thinking about Mr. Cholil. Moreover, this afternoon, he was reminded by his brother-in-law Cholil, to stay away from Cholil. He never thought of approaching that man. He is also busy cooking sponge cakes ordered by people and cooking dinner.

At 17:30 Wib. Mila and Salsa are out of the house. JJS all between orders order and cake sponge.

"Salesa...!" shouted a boy whose voice came from a car driving to their right.

Mila and Salsa turned to their right side.

"Darel...!" Salsa was thrilled with her mother. Waving his hands with his spirit to Darel.

At first glance Mila stared at the car driven by Cholil.

Deg

The sharp gaze of her sister-in-law Cholil, made her mood deteriorate. He quickly threw away his sight. Focus on the road. Very upset Mila saw her sister-in-law Cholil.

"Bag ... Da... Da.... Da... Oh...!" shouted Darel, while the black luxury car through the motorbike driven by Mila.

"By..Oh...!" Salsa returned Darel's hand. "Later tonight play to my house again, right?'

"iihi.. Mama why the hell? Darel will be my brother Ma!"

"What...?" Mila, who was surprised to hear Salsa's words, pulled the bike over. He was out at his neck to stare at the princess.

"Yes ma. Darrel said, I'll be his half-sister!" sahut Salsa with passion.

Mila turned her neck. He looked at the endless body of the road before him with his confusion.

Why Salsa said Darrel would be his brother. And his brother-in-law Cholil also reminded him this afternoon to stay away from Cholil.

Does Mr Cholil want to make me his wife? Ooh.. No, that's not possible.

Mumbled Mila, he went back on his bike, returned home quickly. Because it will soon be magrib time.

Arriving at home.

Magrib's time has come. He invites the child to perform Magrib prayers together. Then Mila taught Salsa. 30 minutes Salsa learned to teach. Mila continued his activities by reading the Quran. His plan was that he would read the Quran until the time of Isha.

Just read three verses tell Al-waqiah. The door to her room was opened by her mother-in-law.

"Son, teaching continues later?" Said the mother-in-law gently smiling sweetly at him

The mother-in-law's smile was filled with question marks, which made Mila curious.

"What's wrong, ma'am? responsibility ni ma'am, just a little more time is it." Answer Mila politely. His face looks flat.

"There's a guest looking for you, son. Let's hurry up and put on some nice clothes!" said the mother-in-law with sumringah. Since living in this house with his two parents-in-law. Only recently did Mila see her mother-in-law so happy.

"Guests?" ask with curiosity. Who is the guest who comes, requires him to look good.

"Yes son. Come on, you change your nice clothes!" the smile of happiness still lay clearly on the face of the mother-in-law.

Mila finally finished her teaching. He kept the prayer equipment and the Quran in place. Then he took the scarf hijab from his closet. Hijab made from crincle decorated with lace on each edge is soft pink, in line with the pajama stelan clothes that he wears today.

When you get out of the room.

"Let's go, have a drink!" Mila heard the voice of her mother-in-law.

"Yes ma'am."

Deg

Mila knew that voice.

Cholil sir?

Mumbled Mila with heart-throated leaflets. Really Mil a was made curious about the arrival of the official, where his mother-in-law asked him to change clothes better.

Mila was overcome by a beaked nervousness. His heart was guessing at this moment. Was Mr. Cholil's purpose coming to his house.

"Come here, boy!" her mother-in-law Mila waved at Mila who seemed reluctant to join in the living room. But, there was no way he would not join. Because her mother-in-law said, the guest wanted to meet her. Mr. Cholil Igin met him.

"I, yes ma'am!" Mila was polite. He seems nervous at the moment. His steps limp towards the living room which is now only occupied by Cholil, and both meetings.

Mila was nervous and curious. Keep trying to display his friendly facial expression. He sat in a separate chair, right in front of Cholil. He could not even look at Cholil for a long time, because Cholil just kept staring at him.

"Emmm... Because our son-in-law is already in front of son Cholil. So, we invite Cholil to convey his intentions and goals to come to meet this house!"