Laweyan Shoulder Woman
Part 157's. I FINALLY FOUND YOU
The atmosphere of the pesantren cottage made Dita feel something else inside her. Something he never found in his home or anywhere else.
There was a chill running through Dinda's heart. Especially after he saw many children who could laugh happily without burden. Most of them do not think of the happiness of the world, they think of happiness in the afterlife.
The one thing that can be obtained from there is that all who live will surely die. So that before death arrives, we should immediately repent and look for practices to provision to the afterlife.
Most of them are teaching. For the rest of their sustenance they leave it to Allah.
That day Dita came alone into the pesantren. Just like before, Dita wore a shar'i outfit and covered her face with a veil.
It made the sense of comfort in Dinda's heart grow. He is also not afraid of views of the opposite sex that will add sin to him.
Dita walked slowly forward, from the same direction there were several santri who were seen running around there until one of them actually hit Dita.
Brucks
"Sorry, Ma'am," the boy's great-grandson.
Not long after one of the santriwati managed to catch up with santri who had just hit Dita.
"Because, you!" said happy.
Looking at our interaction, it seemed like the santriwati was smiling towards him.
"God, there was a beautiful woman who came to the cottage. Welcome, Ukhti."
"Thank you."
Dita resumed her steps, but the conversation of the two students was still heard by her.
"Eh, that brother seems very different, yes. Did he come to the cottage for the first time?"
"It looks like it is, why?"
"I want to have a wife as beautiful as my sister."
"Hust, if you talk about that using a filter first, why? Have pity on that brother who tried to help me."
The other Santri giggled at a silly request from his friend.
"Already, already ... We better get going! Looking for umi!"
A moment later they heard their steps as if running back.
"Don't hurry, woi!"
"Ha ha ...."
Dita finally arrived at the hall where the charity event took place. Many guests were present there. However, one of the things that stole Dita's attention was the arrival of a man who had helped her first, Danu.
"Mas Danu?" mummified Dita.
"What's he here for?"
Many questions suddenly appeared and filled Dita's head cavity. When the eyes of the two met, Dita lowered her face.
"May Mas Danu be unaware of my presence."
However, from the same direction, suddenly Danu's gaze was also disturbed by the figure of a woman wearing a veil from across the street.
"Why did the woman seem to disturb my attention, even though I was very foreign to her. Ah, I don't know, I came to this place anyway to represent father and mother."
After a while listening to the welcome from the owner of the cottage, now comes the reading of the donors who have participated in the event read out. In her seat Dita's mind was already looking forward to anxiety.
As if afraid if his name is called to make Dita instantly feel mules. He rushed to find a toilet to relieve his mind. Sure enough, when the sacred name was called, Danu's eyes immediately looked for the figure he was looking for.
His eyes combed in any direction, but still did not find the target he meant.
"Is that really you? Why would my hunch say if you were here, Dita, but where?"
Until finally the figure caught a veiled woman entering the hall again.
"To Anindita Puspa Ayu Batari's sister as a regular donor we are welcome to come forward to give a speech of two words."
Deg
Dita's heart suddenly felt unhealthy when her name was called. But it has become a decision of the organizer, so he could not refuse it.
In the end, Dita went on stage and gave a short speech. After that he rushed down. From the beginning Dita went up to the stage to return to her seat making Danu's smile inflate perfectly.
"I'll find you eventually."