Lecturer & Rector
Family Lunch
"Assalamu'alaikum". Sapa Anisa when entering Farhan's room.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, here baby". Answer Mother. Anisa kisses Mother's hand and sits next to her.
"Mother than that?". Ask Anisa.
"Emmm, appreciable. There was a Dad, but suddenly there was a need for Dad. Died by the Mother". Answer Mother.
Farhan sat in his chair. Completing work that was delayed. Anisa and Mommy tell each other and joke around with laughter.
"Lonely mother no Husna. You were married to Farhan, let Mother have her friend again". Said Mother.
"Monday, don't be weird". Answer Farhan.
"What a weird thing? Mother wants her son to be a strange marriage". Said Mother.
"Emm, how about we have lunch?". Said Anisa to divorce Mother and Farhan.
"Good idea, baby. Ayyuk. Farhan, you're looking for Daddy just ate. C'mon baby". Said Mother.
"Farhan didn't eat?". Ask Farhan.
"You eat when you see Dad. Mother first with Anisa, later mother WA you place". Answer Mother. Mother passed with Anisa.
"I'm hungry too. Father where anyway. From earlier on telvon not lift-Lift". Farhan Monologue.
Farhan went looking for his father in the rooms that Dad used to hang out in. From one other chamber.
"Assalamu'alaikum huh?". Said Farhan when his phone was picked up.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, what's up Han?". Answer Father.
"Where's dad? Farhan Nyari did not meet". Farhan.
"Ayaah, another lunch with Anisa and Mommy". Answer Father.
"Lho! Aiisssh! You guys love doing Farhan". Farhan said and turned off the phone unilaterally. He was so angry with his Mother and Father.
On the other hand, Bu Anggun who saw Anisa walking with middle-aged mothers looked curious.
"Who is that woman? Why do you look so close to Anisa? Oh, whoa. They were from upstairs. Make what? Isn't there only a classroom on the top floor, lecturer room, and room Mas Rector? Haish! What I think". Murmured Bu Anggun who accidentally one elevator with Anisa and Mommy.
He rushed to the location that Anisa had just sent. Arriving at the location he saw his parents chatting with Anisa like a child with his parents.
"Who is their child?". Farhan Gumam. He approached them.
"Baguuus! Farhan was convinced". Farhan. Mother, Father and Anisapun laughed at the look of Farhan, still remaining anger.
"Don't be angry Farhan. Soon old soon. Anisa won't be the same as you later". Tempting Father.
"Don't say that well, that's prayer". Farhan replied.
"Of course, Mother is still hungry. We continue to eat. Farhan, you sit down. Must be tired of muters. Haha". Sahut Mother.
They had lunch together interspersed with small talk.
"Farhan, come with me for a meeting". Said Father after finishing the meal.
"Yes Well. But, Farhan did send Anisa first yes". Answer Farhan.
"No need, Anisa let use your car to the mansion with Mommy. You're the same Dad". Answer Father.
"Anisa wants to nemenin Mommy first?". Ask Mommy.
"Mau bun's. But, isn't it papa that Anisa used Mas Faridz's car?". Ask Anisa.
"Yes no papa dong dear. Yeah, let's go Han". Bring Dad.
Father and Farhan rushed back to the campus. Because the distance between the restaurant and the campus was not far, they were only on foot. Same with Anisa.
Anisa Prov
Though I do not want the people of the campus to know my relationship with Mas Faridz, but now Mother and Father even openly invite me to lunch.
The four of us separated into two in the parking lot. Father and Mas Faridz to the meeting room and I with Mother to the parking lot.
"This is key". Said Farhan giving the key and passed with Dad.
"Bun, it's the first time Anisa's driving a kek gini". Lirih Anisa's.
"God. Could, come!". Answer Mother then get in the car.
Anisa follows Mommy and starts driving off the campus grounds.
"It could be the same car". Said Mommy after leaving the campus yard.
"Hehehe, yaa bun. But still, really expensive car like this hahaha". Anisa Canda.
"You are, there is. Cepet same marriage Farhan, let Mommy buyin car kek gini". Said Mother.
"Ah Mother mah. Don't go overboard. Anisa's car is still good. Then even redundant". Answer Anisa.
"Yaaa, we'll be tomorrow. Haha". Said Mother.
"Sir Ical is one month away from the reception, right, baby?". Ask Mother again.
"Yes bun, I don't think Ical's sister wants to have a family". Answer Anisa.
"Hahaha, you will also be your daughter-in-law Mommy". Sahut Mother.
"Yet". Whimper Anisa with her red face.
*mansion
Anisa and Mommy are now sitting in the family room. Mother holds an album in her hands.
"This is Faridz?". Ask Anisa.
"Yes, funny right". Answer Mother.
"Hmmmm, yes. Very cheerful, cute deh". Anisa.
Mother showed Farhan a photo as a child first. From babies to teenagers even now.
"Your sister used to be very happy here. Time in the pesantren they are both famous for the best friend he said. Duuaaaa continue". Clearly Mother.
"Kok Anisa doesn't know Mas Faridz, does Bun? Though usually Anisa still knows a little about her friend Kak Ical ". Said Mother.
"And as long as your brother is in the boarding school, you are also in the boarding school. Even said Umi, if Brother Ical returned Anisa did not come home. Aye right?". Answer Umi.
"Yes too, especially after Anisa graduated straight from college and just came home a few months ago". Anisa.
Suddenly, Anisa's device rings, though,
"Assalamu'alaikum brother". Answer Anisa. It was Faisal who called.
"Wa'alaikumussalam, dek says it's the same Farhan yes you're the same he's tomorrow to the boutique ya. Brother said the same mbak Sisil, you stay there aja Farhan". Faisal.
"Well? How about Faridz too?". Ask Anisa.
"God. Yes, just go there. The same as Sisil. Yes yes, brother closed, want a date first. Assalamu'alaikum". Answer Faisal.
"Hellittleh. His style, Wa'alaikumussalam". Answer Anisa.
"Sir Ical?". Ask Mommy.
"Yes Bun, tell me to go with Mas Faridz tomorrow to the boutique. Don't know what to do". Answer Anisa.
"Oh, um, let's make dinner yuk. But before you took a shower, put on Husna's clothes. Yuk Mother interracial". Said Mother. Anisa nodded.
Mother delivered Anisa to Husna's room and gave her a Husna dress suit. Mother left Anisa herself and her camp to bathe as well as the asar prayer.
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