
Mila asks permission to the Mama to go to Satria's house on the orders of Mother Lena who says if the middle-aged woman wants to meet her.
Mila rang the bell of the house available at the gate of the house. Soon the security guard opened the gate and told Mila to enter the house directly.
"Assalamualaikum" said Mila.
Lena who was in the middle room heard greetings from Mila and immediately saw who the person who had visited her house.
"Waalaikumsalam, uh son Mila, please come in," said Lena invited Mila to enter.
"Yes Mother." Mila came in and sat on the sofa and followed Lena, before she touched Lena's hand first.
"How are you, son?" ask Lena to Mila.
"Alhamdulillah I am good Mother, Mother how?" ask back Mila.
"Alhamdulillah Mother is also good. I haven't seen each other for a long time, the last time we met was in Mecca. You never messed around with Dad's house" Lena said.
"Sorry Mother, because lately Mila is busy," said Mila.
"Yes Mother knows. Mashaa Allah now you are more beautiful after the hijab," praised Lena when she saw the appearance of Mila who is now steady using the hijab.
"Thank God, thank you, Mother." Mila looked around like she was looking for someone.
"Who's looking for a kid? Yes satria?" ask Lena to tease Mila. Mila immediately wavered when asked like that, the middle-aged woman just knew if she was looking for her eldest child.
"Ah yes Mother. Mas Satria, where's Rifqi's father?" ask Mila.
"Satria was said to be bathing again, if Dad had a picket tomorrow morning to go home and Rifqi again messing around to his friend's house," explained Lena and was repaid by Mila.
"Assalamualaikum," said someone suddenly.
Lena and Mila immediately turned their gaze and looked at the person who said the greeting earlier.
"Waalaikumsalam" the two of them answered.
"Mother Lena," called a girl in the syar'i hijab and approached Lena and hugged her.
"Aisha!" Lena was surprised by the arrival of the girl she called Aisha and Lena returned a hug from Aisha.
Mila looked at the girl named Aisha, very beautiful, natural, her voice sounded soft in the ears, white, her clothes were covered even though she did not wear a veil.
Only this time Mila felt inferior, as she had recently worn a hijab and was still not used to using a long robe.
Aisha let go of her embrace and shook Lena's hand, "Mother how are you?" tanyakanya.
"Thank God, Mother's good news, you're good too, son?" ask Lena.
"Good God."
"After 3 years we have never met you more beautiful Aisha. Where not to tell Mother first if you want to come here," said Lena.
"Sorry Mother, Aisha came here without informing because of the coincidence of the lecture again holiday. So Abi and Umi told us to come here" explained Aisha in her soft voice.
"Oh like that, so you're still in college in Yemen?" ask Lena.
"Yes still Mother."
'Studying in Yemen? Add insecure deh me, surely the religious knowledge is very good, ' the inner Mila while continuing to look towards Aisha.
"Keep how are your parents there, all right?"
"Thank God they are good too. Oh yeah, this is a little souvenir from town Y for Mother and the others." Aisha handed over a large paper bag containing souvenirs from her hometown.
"Syukron katsiran, Aisha."
"Afwan, Mother."
Aisha who felt noticed earlier looked at Mila, "Ah sorry, I didn't realize there was a guest here." Aisha approached Mila and shook her hand.
"Hi am Aisha, what is your name?" ask Aisha.
"I'm Mila, greetings to Aisha." Mila shook Aisha's hand and smiled kindly.
"A-isha?!" Satria who came to the living room was very surprised when she saw Aisha's sudden arrival.
"Assalamualaikum mas Satria" said Aisha and immediately lowered his gaze.
"Waalaikumsalam Aisha," Satria replied in a soft tone, which made Mila shocked to hear.
"Why is it now ice?" ask Satria to Aisha.
Lena left the three of them to the kitchen and made drinks and snacks for them.
"What do you mean, Mom?" ask Aisha confused.
"Why did you just show up now, you know? I miss you so much!"
DEG!
Mila was again surprised by the words of Satria, why did she feel unrequited? His heart also felt tight. Is Mila really in love with Satria and is that a sign that she is jealous?
"I'm sorry" Aisha said.
"People know that I still have my education in Yemen" he continued, he still lowered his head not wanting to look at Satria.
"Yes I understand you are busy pursuing your goals there," Satria replied and Aisha simply replied with a smile.
Mila who could not stand being a goat between them immediately thumped hard to make the two people different gender aware.
Satria also forgot that there was Mila immediately a little away from Aisha.
Mila looked down, "I'm sorry to bother you guys, so I'll just go home."
"Well, why so many miles? You also just arrived," asked Satria looking at Mila in wonder.
"When is that ready, Satria?" sahut Aisha is curious.
"Oh he's my friend, Ais," explained Satria.
A fella? Hahaha, it feels like Mila wants to laugh loudly while crying at Satria's words. He must quickly wake up, if the Satria considers himself only a friend, remember only a friend!
"Gapapa Mas, because I also have business," elak Mila, there is no way he told the truth, if his heart feels hot or jealous.
"If I'm so happy. Greetings to Mother, saying I can not for long because there is an important business," he continued. Satria nodded though in her heart like something was stuck.
"Lo be careful on the road."
"Yes, assalamualaikum."
"Waalaikumsalam," Satria and Aisha reply.
Mila walked out to the yard of Satria's house, then got on her bike and immediately left the house with a chaotic heart.
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Before landing his feet out of the car, Kiran first wears glasses because he does not want people to think strangely about his eyes swelling due to crying earlier.
Kiran went into the elevator of the apartment he rented yesterday, the woman who was two-bodied was going to stay there for a while. Before his divorce papers were delivered by his lawyer to Andre's house, Kiran was sure Andre would not sign them immediately.
Therefore Kiran will use the time as best as possible until she is ready to tell the right reasons about the fate of her household with Andre to her family.
With his hands folded in front of his chest and a forward focused look, Kiran leaned against the glass wall of the elevator while waiting for the elevator door to close.
From the front can be seen clearly someone ran quickly to hold the elevator door closed, Kiran who saw it deftly pressed the arrow-shaped button to the right so that the elevator door opened again.
"Thanks," said the man, bowing his back and having both hands he piled on his knees while holding the breath that was at the tip of his nose so he was too moving all his strength to reach the elevator door.
Kiran only replied with a nod of her head, she was lazily responding. His mind was still wandering to the figure of the man he loved and hated at the same time.
Inside the elevator, both Kiran and the man who had just entered the elevator.
'I think I know this girl, ' the inner man started looking at Kiran from top to bottom.
"Kira?" the man said in a soft voice but was still clearly heard by Kiran.
Kiran turned her head to the man with a shrunken forehead, "Who is it?"
"Lo's time to forget I was-"
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To be continued.