Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 03's

Al's eyes followed the woman of her late stature who walked over and sat next to her. His wiggly fingers flipped the plate that was face down on the table, very calm, as if unaffected by his mother's sour face.

The woman turned to him and smiled sweetly, then asked, "You're the one named Al Farisi Haikal Najid?"

"Enough Al" he answered. "You're not a KTP officer, are you?"

Al could not help but notice, not fascinated by the beauty that washed away, his curiosity had not been answered. Who is this woman? She was present at the dinner and seemed to be used to dealing with the unfriendly attitude of Mother.

Al knew his sister liked older women. The last boyfriend was a sixth-semester student. This woman is very mature. He was probably a few years apart from his mother. So there's no way Arya's boyfriend.

More unlikely anymore, a soul mate prepared for him. Older women are not her type. She is worried in many households patronized because of losing experience, although not necessarily the case.

The woman introduced herself, "Jennifer Nirvana. Enough Jen."

He's definitely not a villager. His name is metropolis. Appearance too. Jennifer seems like a new member of this family. Al hapal all the relatives who live in the city.

"Or whatever you call me" said Jennifer with a smile that could not be separated from her lips.

"Call the actor" whispered Arya in her ear. "Suitable as a barbeque for the main course."

Al glanced at his father who was getting ready for dinner. Mother obediently serves, when perhaps her heart is choppy.

Father choosing a non-veiled woman is amazing, because every time a visit to Yogya always gives a lecture about the importance of hanging out with a hijab girl, to keep the eyes engaged.

There is the impression of blaming the environment, as if it happened because of what is available, but all back to yourself. Al does not need to select the environment to be a good person, but how to be a good person in the existing environment.

Perpetrators are difficult to hijrah if there are no lanterns that lead their steps to get out of the darkness. People in the dark are impossible to get light without outside help.

Al does not limit association. Many of his girlfriends are bold. The important thing is always to remember to take care of your eyes. He lost many friends if he obeyed his father's will.

Al rather saw that advice was a form of concern for a father to his son, fear of falling into promiscuity.

"Your name is not recorded in the letter sent to Yogya" Al said with the intention of insinuating his father. "So I don't know what to call."

Mr. Haikal turned out to be quite sensitive. He looked at his son in a glance, and asked, "What do you mean? Does this need to be conveyed in the mail?"

It's just that Dad doesn't want to know his complaints about living in the region, apparently he wants him to not want to know the problems that occur at home. What does it mean for families to solve problems on their own?

"Money has made a farmer good at theatrics" Al quipped. "So that it can create an atmosphere as if there are no problems."

Mr. Haikal stared inexplicably. "What theatricality? What problems?"

Al was fed up. But there was a sense of courtesy that made him hold back. He shrugged his shoulders a little. "That's it. We eat before we lose our taste."

"Attent." Mr. Haikal started to read the misunderstanding. "Something's wrong."

Al looked on without passion. "Is there anything you want me to explain? There's too much to hide from me."

"Look this." Mr. Haikal changed his sitting position. "Dad knows where you're going. Jennifer's not what you had in mind. She's Opa's young wife."

Al was stunned, and immediately beristighfar because he had accused his father of all sorts. Stamped Aryan's foot which gave the information a trap. The boy was in pain.

"What's wrong?" look at Bu Haikal in shock. "You ate a rock screaming in pain?"

Arya smiled withstanding the pain. "There's terror under the table."

"It just stepped on your brother's feet" Al growled. "Not the same elephant's foot."

Al lost his appetite for food. Father's young wife or Opa, does not reduce his disappointment. Dad was supposed to slip the woman in his shabby letter, not just tell her about the cassava boy who made it into a cutlery, and it turned out to be a story about himself!

During this time the Opa household only get along well. There is no unheard of quarrels that disturb the harmony of husband and wife relationships. Then suddenly he married again. What's the matter?

"I came here from Jakarta to meet you" Jennifer said.

Al smiled a little. "I'm flattered."

"Can I know you?"

"It should be." Al cannot judge a person without knowing the truth, even though he is hated by his mother. "Opa's not coming?"

"A turn on her mom."

Al didn't understand, he stared straight. "Mother?"

"Oma" answered Arya. "This is Omu."

"What's that?" tby Al.

Arya smile. "Young oma."

His sister's age was too young to understand the problem. In his eyes, the presence of honey in the household was like the presence of honey in breakfast bread. Enjoy the same, the pocket money more abundant, ask here and there.

"You live in Opa's house?" ask Al.

"I'm his wife" Jennifer smiled. "The time to live in each other's homes?"

"Keep Oma?"

"Wake up a house near here."

Al raised the corner of his lips slightly. Old wife eliminated not the latest news. So stale. Opa should be fair.

"Build yourself" said Bu Haikal Ketus. "Opa doesn't make a house."

"Mas Priyo wants her to stay home, but she wants to be alone."

Opa's desire is difficult to fulfill. Keeping love for each other doesn't have to be a roof. Among them there must be jealousy and can lead to emotions if there is one roof. The Prophet's wives had their own homes. Or Opa wants to be called a great man because he can make his wives live in one house?

"Who would live on a roof with honey?" sambar Bu Haikal spicy.

I seem to have taken a hard line. She didn't want to admit that Jennifer was part of a big family.

"Much," said Jennifer casually.

"Who?" look at Ms. Haikal cynically. "Your relatives?"

Jennifer smiled a little. The smile made her mother disgusted. He shouldn't have talked much. Whatever is said has no point.

My mother was a devout Muslim. But the business of young wives is not an easy thing to accept. It is not that she does not believe in the sunah of the apostle, but is it true that she was present because of the sunah of the apostle?

"There's one house to four" Jennifer said. "And they live well."

"That woman must be like you!"

The debate is getting out of control. Al is a loyal listener. He never engaged in parental debate unless asked for an opinion, let alone for sensitive issues. His father could not do much.

Dinner was uncomfortable.