Immaculacy
Good News

"Alhamdulillah, may it be a sadinah household, mawaddah, warohmah. Sorry. ana can not be present on a happy day. Baarokallahulaka wabaroka 'alaika wajama'a bainakuma fii khoir."

The man seemed very happy to hear of his best friend's marriage. Even if he can only pray.

Many happy news that he got from Indonesia during his education in the country of the pyramid.

Unlike the men who wear a belanga bay shirt complete with a circular songket on the plate. He sat down silently while turning the mobile phone in his hand. This happy day was incomplete without his best friend.

"Bang. pakekla your clothes, sister Maya is ready!"

Blue girl with matching hijab out of the room, holding women wearing traditional batak clothing toba, a little different indeed unlike traditional batak clothing, which is actually not, there's a little modification here, especially in the head. Because the one wearing it uses a long-looking hijab covering the chest.

The man looked at the girl who from earlier lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushed red, he knew her husband was watching her from earlier.

"Sort of never look Maya aja brother, kularikan later he lo!" sweet girl in front of him.

"The chat!!!" said the man holding the head of Mila who had not stopped babbling.

That day it was a ghostly event at Zain's house. Zain and Maya were married four months ago in Pekanbaru. Maya names Zain's wife, a beautiful girl of Malay descent Riau nidung mancung skinned sapodilla mature, graduated Cairo and devoted herself in the pesantren where she went to school first. The same pesantren as Zain and Arif Mudzaki.

Guests continue to come to congratulate the happy bride on the throne. Arpin and Mai also looked happy. Ngunduh these ghosts are held in their homes, just simply do not need to rent a hotel.

"We'll just do it at home, Zain! not the festive nutmeg we made yes, yesterday was the reception time there. It's just a neighbor's neighbor's neighbor's friend and father's friend!" arpin said on the phone a few days ago.

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"Come!!!" greet the woman who holds a child

"Ukhti Amira! heyy.. mother's daughter...." Mila pinches Zizi's cheeks. Zizi immediately raised her hand asking Mila to hold her.

"Ukhti same who? Eat ukht.. let Zizi Mila take care." said Mila invited Amira who was present at the event ngunduh the ghost.

"Sama Ummi and Abi Mil. It's right there!" show Amira

"Mila.." said the middle-aged woman to Mila.

"Grandmother! Zi... same beautiful mother!" Zizi hugged Mila who was still in her arms.

Mila kisses Ummi Ana's hand and as usual Ana hugs her. The warmth of Ummi's embrace makes Mila feel very comfortable like hugging mamak.

"Ummi how are you? it's been a long time since we've seen ya, Mi." said Mila kindly open the conversation.

"Well, that's a long time, kid! last time Mila drove Zain was!" ana said remembering their last meeting.

"Yes, Mi! almost 3 years ago! it's been a long time, Mi"

Mila turned her memory, while driving Zain to the Lima to meet Latif's mother and family. Suddenly he remembered Dzaki. "Oh.. it turns out that Amira is the wife of bang Dzaki." said Mila in her heart.

"Let's eat 'em!" take Amira

"Yes, Mi! let Zizi Mila take care!" added Mila again.

"Thank you, Mil. But Zizi dong dong dear, kasian mother loh "said Amira felt bad with Mila, Zi was slalu so when met with Mila who always greeted with "mother".

"It's okay, um " Mila replied sincerely, she did not mind at all.

Ana and Amira enter the house. Here when holding a reception, the family near the meal in the house. That's how we honor our family. But actually it makes no difference, food and drinks provided inside the house or outside the same. It's just that in freely sitting and chatting eating together. Our distinctive feature of batak people.dining together without a dining table.

"Honey Dzaki does not come, Ra" said Ana in between her meals, looking out staring at Mila who still every play with Zizi in her arms.

"Yes mi." replied Amira.

Flashback finished