Immaculacy
EMBROIDERED

Cook it yourself.

Eat. eat alone.

Wash your own clothes

Sleep itself....

That song must be very familiar to a true singles. Not because the male dangdut fan had memorized the song popularized by Caca Handika, but the verse is really real life.

It had been almost half an hour that the man had been flipping his shirt at the ironing table. Yes, all the homework from cooking, washing, mopping the floor Dzaki can do it yourself, but not by ironing. Iron is the scariest item according to Dzaki. There is a sense of trauma if you see an iron let alone hold it, but today Dzaki was forced to fight the trauma.

It was all because the Lastri bi did not come today, hence Dzaki had to intervene on his own.

"Here sir, let me iron it!" mang Asep came from behind, actually from earlier he had seen the behavior of Dzaki who had difficulty tidying up his shirt, but he hesitated.

"I'm sorry my wife sir, if only Lastri had come in today, I wouldn't have ironed myself!" mang Asep apologized.

Bi Lastri worked as a washerman and ironer at the house. If you cook Dzaki cook yourself, fried eggs.it's daily food, which is a little complicated means cooking with spices well, most just fried chili. If vegetable..one type of vegetable Dzaki no one likes. Maybe that's why his thin body soared.

"It's okay mang, the name is also sick, if forced into work later even not focused, so there is a problem." Dzaki gave his ironing happily to Asep's mang.

Diarrhea? did Lastri get diarrhea from eating Vinda's cooking yesterday? Oh, my God, what exactly does it cook! mumbling Dzaki

trings.

Mobile phone notifications like fairy magic sounds

Dzaki saw a picture of his best friend in the green dome mosque, a happy smile emanated on each of their faces. Dad. How happy children can see the smiles of their parents.

[Many prayers will I yes, Mr. Citen. Hopefully I can get there with your sister ] wrote Dzaki with a smile emoji

[ Asiaap.] reply Zain.

[If only before we left would you have been married, me and my father would not have worried like this thinking of Mila being alone at home ] wrote Dzaki with a smile that dikulum, ah... the laughing that was arrested. Dzaki deliberately sent the message, to see how much Dzaki cared for his sister.

[There is Aisha's mother! ] reply Dzaki

[Mama Aisyah and her Papa are in Jakarta Ki, escorting Aisyah to move ]

Degs... Dzaki suddenly worried, how can a girl alone at home for 14 days, without Mahrom. If there is a guest or friend who comes to the house. The Zain family is made up of only the Aisyah family. Did he ask a neighbor? but the right and left neighbors have a son who is the same age as Mila. Yes, the next time they do not come to the house, how about it? what if they like Mila?

Dzaki typed in a message as fast as lightning

dert.deeert.

Hape Zain vibrating

[I can call Mila ] Zain holds her stomach firmly, unable to hold back laughter. He knows the character of his best friend. He must be panicking thinking about Mila, how Mila was there.

[Please mr. ustadz. be careful later more love hahaha ] wrote Zain.

Dzaki read it, not waiting for long he looked for the contact number with the name of the woman who will be at his sermon.

"Hello... Assalamu'alaikum, hello... hellooo, who is this? " women answered across the street

Thank God his voice seems like he's fine eh, Dzaki flinched

"It's me... Dzaki!" he hesitated

"When it's okay at home, deck? zain said his mother and father were in Jakarta, so who was Mila at home? is it okay alone? mom's dad left a long time ago, there's still 12 days left! or brother ask for help Amira there accompany you huh! or Mila went to Amira's house, Hasan was also in Mecca, how about the deck, which one?"

"Mila is now in the village, Mila is KKN, another month, Mila just returned home. Here Mila many friends kok bang, we have a group of 8 people. Thank you for worrying about Mila, thank God, Mila is fine! "

"Oh... KKN, Alhamdulillah then, yes take good care of yourself deck, Assalamu'alaikum". Shame.., Zain must have deliberately cursed.

[Zaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiin!!, deliberately embarrassing me ]

Zain read the message from Dzaki, his eyes watering to laugh at his best friend.

[Let there be any point in Mila's number you keep, why did you ask her Handphonen number if you never called, but you tested hahaha ] Zain replied

Mang Asep who had seen Dzaki's movements had his own smiles.

The flowers in the mini garden of the Dzaki house are blooming, as a bloom of love that grows in the hearts of two people who keep each other's sanctity of love.

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" I save the number, what is the name of the contact made? Hm.... LECTURER "Mila saved her mobile phone back.

The brown girl with the yellow alma mater continued on her way to school, her friends had left her first because Mila had stopped her train from picking up the phone.

"Who's that phone call, Mil?" ask Erna

"Lecturer"

"Why is the lecturer called brother?"

" Yes, the Lecturer's brother, the meatball brother! " Jerit Mila from behind her helmet.

Her smile made her dimples clear. The phone call from Dzaki added to his spirit of devoting himself to a small village, on the outskirts of his city.

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The middle-aged man entered Dzaki's room, coincidentally that day Dzaki was not in class.

"Excuse me ustadz Dzaki can I come in? " the man said it was polite.

"Allah, of course you can buy, let's go to buya! " Dzaki invited the man he called the buya to sit down.

"Why not buy a phone, Dzaki!, let Dzaki alone the room buy! "

"It's okay ustadz, I was deliberately here, there are serious things I want to convey!, look ustadz, ustadz still lives with me. Winda my son really hopes ustadz is willing to marry him, since knowing ustadz, a lot of changes in the mind. In the past, she was very difficult to be told to wear a hijab, the reason was not ready, jilbapin heart first, but so a few months ustadz at home, she immediately decided to wear a hijab, she immediately decided to wear a hijab, not just a hijab but also a hijab. His prayers also began to wake up. There were already some men who proposed to her, but all she refused. Winda didn't speak to me directly, if he was interested in ustadz, but as a father I could see him. How ustadz?, can I ask ustadz for help, I am afraid that Willa will return again like before." said Mr. Yahya, his eyes glazed, his eyes glazed, there was fear in his heart considering his only daughter.

"I'm sorry, but love will grow on its own over time. But sorry, sorry mom, in a few months I'm getting married, I have my own choice. I have also talked to the two women I want to marry. Regarding Vinda, I think there is no need to worry, if Vinda changes her appearance, changes her habits, just because of me, yes buya must be ready to accept it, because indeed the Vinda changed not because of God. But, if indeed more and more here Winda felt the pleasure of worship certainly he will not change. Do not precede the will of God buya, sorry ana presumptuous." said Dzaki politely

"Astaghfirullah.pardon me ustadz, I was too afraid, to forget God."

"Please explain all this to Vinda, I just think of her as a friend, nothing more. Again, I apologize, ma'am." Dzaki cupped both his hands together.

"Thank you ustadz, I should be sorry, so far maybe the peace of ustadz has been disturbed because of my son's attitude, then excuse me!" Yahya left the Dzaki room with a sincere smile. However, Dzaki has the right to make his choice, now it is his turn to determine his attitude. This time I will accept Faruk's ustadz proposal, hopefully later Winda can love and accept Faruk as her husband.

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The woman holding the device helplessly withstood the cries, just now happy to know that Amira is not the wife of Dzaki, now even knows two truths at once. First Dzaki never put his heart on him, and secondly Dzaki will propose to someone he loves. He could not hear his father's conversation over the phone, Yahya did deliberately not turn off his phone connection so that Winda heard his own conversation and Dzaki began.

His eyes closed, his tears did not stop dripping down his pillow. He resigned, and all decisions were handed over to Allah. Until finally Winda sent a short message to his father that contained

Father.I am ready to marry ustadz Faruk.

May Faruk lead me closer to my Lord.