Let Me Fall in Love
66. Hayuk To KUA

Ami made deg-degan when having to open the package in front of Mom. Imagine, what if in it there are tucked cards like a gift from Mr. Bagja for Mother. Keep the cards visible to Mom and read. It sounded like this, "The big dress from Mama Mila to Ami the cute ghost candidate." It would be bad if it had to leak prematurely. It could be after the greetings of Lebaran will be a family session. Where everything will gather. This danger is.

"Mi, even dumbass. Not bad! I want to make the dough kastengel nih keburu adzan."

Ami blinked her eyes. Too much speculation swirled in his mind. Makes him unknowingly stop tearing the plastic packaging wrapping package. He also smiled grinning.

Bismillah. O Allah, please save the Servant from the family congregation. A Zaky's eyes glared, ouhhhh.

The gray plastic wrap has come off. Leave a maroon colored box with the name of a gold-inked boutique.

"Mom, said Ceu Nining menu who wants to be sent to which orphanage?"

"Oh yes, forgot. I'm just going there." Mother moved from her seat after Bi Ela gave a report from the soup kitchen of her restaurant.

Ami breathed a long breath. Relieved it. His face changed because his prayers were answered. Want him to run up to the room to be able to open the package freely while trying his clothes. But what will be the fate of Nastar. Could gosong. He worked hard from morning until noon. Mumpung Mommy's gone, hurrying to open the lid of the box.

That's right, on top of the dress tucked in a greeting card. Ami read quickly and then put the card into his pants pocket.

Huft, congratulations..welcome.

Ami continued to take out a soft pink floral dress from her box which was a set with pashmina. The material is adem and soft. The dress is very beautiful and appropriate for her age.

Not long after, Mother came again and saw Ami was walking in front of the refrigerator with a dress that was tried in front of the body. "It's so pretty. Ami don't forget to say thanks to Miss Mila."

"Yes, Mom. I'll chat with Mama Mila."

Until the afternoon, the process of making the cake was all finished. As per the target, a day must be in order because tomorrow there is an open event with Mr. Bagja who has confirmed he is ready to come.

After taking an afternoon bath, Ami tried to wear a Lebaran dress from Mama Mila. She cut herself in front of the mirror with a satisfied smile. The size is fitting no longer need anything overhauled. Last afternoon I sent a message of gratitude to Mama Mila while attaching a photo of her dress.

Make a BNI ghost candidate, hehehe. I hope you like this dress from Mama. Happy Eid, dear. (Mama Mila)

Ami smiled knots while rereading the hidden card. Does Mama Mila know the term BNI because she still remembers her words or because she was told by Akbar. He will be asked about that father later.

***

Days change. Aul, who was told by Ami to join the open together, confirmed that he could not participate because of clashing open schedules with Bunda Ratih's family. Be she both with Mother to accept the arrival of Mr. Bagja and Gina.

"Ami, how are you?" Mr. Bagja smiled as he faced Ami who opened the door.

"Thank God be good, sir. Please come in." Ami smiled kindly. Turning to shake hands with Gina while kissing cheek.

"Zaky hasn't been home yet, Mi?" Gina familiarizes herself with Ami while sitting on a sofa.

"Tomorrow, Tea. With her Young Puput Tea."

Gina nodded. "Oh yeah, I didn't bring anything, Mi. It's just this."

"Teh Gina doesn't even bother." Ami received a white crackle bag containing fruit parcels. He also thanked me.

"We sit down to move to the dining room only because it's five minutes away Adhan." Sekar's mother looked at Mr. Bagja who was paying attention to Gina and Ami's interaction

"Can. But preferably after further opening the magrib prayer first, just eat yes." Pinta Pak Bagja's.

Mother nodded in agreement. He told Ami to prepare a prayer mat to be held on the carpet of the middle room. Be after breaking with three dates, the magrib prayer is held in congregation. The reading of the priest's letter sounded eloquent with a pleasant uniform. His chest suddenly rippled, as if he was celebrating with the head of the family.

"Ami, can you not Father and grandson come here on the second day of Lebaran?" Mr. Bagja looked at Ami after the dinner together with the menu he had missed since in Germany. Everyone is still at home sitting in the dining chair while enjoying the sweet potato candelabrum with the smell of jackfruit sliced into small pieces.

"May wear it, sir. Awaiting arrival. It's also here to gather family." Ami nodded with a smile.

Bu Sekar who sat opposite Pak Bagja, stared with narrowed eyes and striped forehead. The middle-aged man was still fit and dashing it only replied with a warm look and a meaningful knot smile.

"Ahh, actually still at home. But do not want to miss the tarawih who live three more times. Father and Gina, excuse me, Ami."

Why did Mr. Happy from earlier to me continue to focus on talking. Not to Mom.

Although in his heart filled with astonishment, unobtrusive Ami nodded and then stood up to see Mr. Bagja and Gina out of his chair.

"Teh Gina, wait a minute!" Ami stepped into the sideboard closet after holding Gina who was preparing to leave the house.

"This is a cake made by me and Mom. Let's let it go at Gina's Tea house has a lot of cake too. Hehe." Ami handed him a goodie bag containing two high jars in the form of nastar and kastengel.

"Well, nastar equals kastengel. I know this is my favorite and Papa's. Papa likes nastar, I like kastengel. Thanks to Ami, Mother." Gina smiled widely and looked very happy with the gift she got.

"Yes, Tea." Ami smiling. My mother is the same. Both of them drive to the terrace. Just get inside after the car driven by Mr. Bagja drove away from the yard of the house.

"You know Mr. Happy likes nastar huh?" Ami squinted her eyes accompanied by a nosy smile. The jahilnya don't know people. Want his brothers, want his mother, get all.

"Yes, don't know. Kan Ami who has an initiative to give back gifts. Ami also gave nastar and kastengel. Don't get amnesia!"

"Eh yes." Ami cengenesan's.

"Mom, the second date means that Mr. Happy wants to apply for Mother, is that it? He said he wanted to bring grandchildren. I have an announcement on the group." Ami followed Mom's step by putting her face in the bag. Prepare for the mosque.

"Don't nag, Ami. It sounded clear that he wanted to make peace." Mother stared intently at the crybaby again. He invited the most crowded child to prepare because the Adhan isya had reverberated.

***

Lebaran was only a day away when the small families of Puput and Zaky arrived at the house at five in the afternoon. Departing from Jakarta after dawn with a long journey of 10 hours because stuck in traffic so out of the Chileunyi toll road. The atmosphere of the house changed with Rasya and Rayyan.

"Ate, let's go to Kamal Ate." Rasya tugged at Ami's hand who was dismantling Jakarta souvenirs. There was no fatigue on the boy's face. Even the first to run in once down from the car while shouting to call grandma and Ate.

"What do you want to go to Ate's room? Aa's room is the same Umma now downstairs, in Ate Aul's room huh."

"Ga. Aa boboonya wants to be with Ate. Umma same Papa equally adek." Rasya turned tugging at Ami's clothes. Keukeuh wants to go to Ami's room now.

"Take it, Mi. From last night was very excited to meet Ate, want bobo in Ate's room. Said Ate had a doll named Kunti. Is his name Kunti?" Says Puput who brought a pillow to Rama. Her husband was on his back straightening his legs after driving in a jammed atmosphere. Fortunately there is a backup driver, Zaky, so he can take turns driving. While Rayyan is with Mom and Zaky in the backyard.

"Yes Salam. It's Cutie's doll why it's Kunti, Aa." Ami glared with anxiety. Staring at Rasya who put on a sinless face with a grimacing smile showed a row of well-groomed white milk teeth. He led his nephew up the stairs.

"Wuahh, shekali's shekali doll." Rasya immediately jumped cheerfully onto the mattress and hugged a panda doll as tall as he was.

Ami scratching his head to see the behavior of Rasya who fell to the stricken doll he embraced. Not surprised, even giggling.

"Aa, that's a doll not Aa's toy huh. Boys can't play with dolls. Here yes, Ate's doll keep it on the couch." Ami seduced gently. Trying to pull the doll that locked Rasya's body.

"Later on, Ate. What was his name then?" Rasya tightened the hand hug on the jumbo doll.

"Name Panda. Udah, let's get off. Well, later the fur falls out if he holds it like a gini, Aa." Ami held patiently to Rasya's behavior. Loves annoying but is sorely missed. It doesn't feel safe to be seen by a nosy nephew like that.

"Ate, what's the old stuffed stuff?" Rasya sat down while looking at the jumbo doll being put in a hanging cabinet.

"Cutie, Aa Ucul's. Not kunti." Ami ruffled Rasya's hair with anxiety.

"aa Lasya. LA - YES. Not Aa Ucul, Ate Malimal." Rasya growled with his lips washed away. Laughter is created in the room because it ends up tickling each other.

***

Takbir echoed in every mosque welcoming a slander day from last night until the morning before the Eid al-Fitr sunnah prayer was held. Jakarta's streets are turning quiet. Many houses are empty because half of the people who go home to their homes.

Not with the Akbar family who have long settled in Jakarta. Also more relatives living in Jakarta also in Tangerang. Iko and her husband had come from Singapore two days ago. After a moment of forgiveness at home, which then continued to visit the house of the brother of Papa Darwis, afternoon before this afternoon became a relaxing time at home.

[Cutie, still busy or relaxed?]

[Vc owner]

Akbar had just replied to a chat from Ami containing the congratulations of Eid al-Fitr, which was sent an hour ago. That's because he just got home after becoming a driver for his family troupe. Light blue kurta clothes that became the color of the family dress code, deliberately not replaced because they want to be seen first by Ami.

After all, Akbar was already addicted to the praise and gossip of Ami. Yesterday morning video call time asked should Lebaran shorten her hair again? Cutie disagreed.

"Don't cut it first, brother. Let semi gondrong. I like my big sister's hairstyle like this. That's a thin brewpub. Pandaku must be getting handsome. Especially if the leafan uses a slimfit kurta. Adudu kebayang perfetco deh my father."

Akbar's nose bloomed as he recalled Ami's carefree speech that spoke for what it was. Smile themselves. Fortunately, I was in a room where the door was locked. Wait for the third date of Shawwal to be able to leave for Lake. Because tomorrow there is still a big family event in Tangerang.

[Check to KUA]

[Eh, hayuk vc Brother 😁]

Akbar chuckled staring at Ami's reply flashed on the veranda. He moved from his seat. Place the glass first tidying hair with a comb and then observe the freshness of his face. After being convinced that his appearance was perfect, he put the phone on his holder. Video call connected on the name 'Cutie'.

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God willing the second up tonight huh. Moga no hitch 🙏. Who wants Akbar's deadly wink, cus peep igs. And..don't forget the coffee and bath is awaited yes, Bestie 😉