Love For Nabila
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...I have always believed that God loves me more than I know...

...To grant me more than I want...

...And never tested me beyond my means...

...-ummu fatih-...

Saturday afternoon, finally after traveling overland for approximately four hours Nabila arrived in the city of his birth with a healthy wal'afiat without a lack of anything.

Along the way he spent his time sleeping and busied himself by photographing the scenery that would be interesting by occasionally asking the driver.

Yes, on his return this time he was accompanied by a mang ujang his family's personal driver. After the coercion of the mother of course her.

He planned to only be in his hometown for three days, can not take a long day off even though it has bagged a Permit for one full week from doctor Iqbal as the child of the leader in the hospital perfectly without the slightest hitch.

And it's not all free, because behind the bakwan it turns out there are hidden Shrimp. That is to replace it with a dinner invitation the day after the holiday ends.

The polar ice ! can take advantage of the situation. Don't know what if his attitude like that could lead to a misunderstanding between him and his friend Zahra? if he knew what he really was, would he have changed?

When the trip was near, Nabila woke up and tidied up. Nothing disappoints from the appearance of Nabila as usual who is always charming with its simple look.

Women b_gamis syar’i it got off the car and then stepped towards the terrace of the house with a typical joglo model of traditional Javanese house with a smile sumringah.

Everything still feels the same as the last time he left her and remains well-groomed.

Nabila knocked on the teak door that had a lot of carvings around him repeatedly, raising an old woman who approached with a run down.

“Subhanallah, non Nabila.” Mbok Lastri screeched a little run, then hugged the beautiful woman.

“Assalamualaikum Mbok, how are you?” Nabila smiled as she returned the embrace of Lastri.

“ Waalaikumsalam greetings, Alhamdulilah healthy non, thanks to the blessing of Allah.” Mbok Lastri answered while watching his young lady with a clingy and stroking the smooth arm of Nabila gently. “ Non Nabila more beautiful anyway? mbok to pangling .”

Nabila smiled broadly at Mbok Lastri, who had served his family long before Nabila was even born.

“ What Mother is at home Mbok ?”

“ There is non, since earlier Madam has been waiting inside.”

By circulating his gaze to the entire house, he muttered “ It turns out that nothing has changed in the least.”

“ Nabila !" his mother was no less hysterical with Mbok Lastri when she saw the princess walking towards him. He immediately slid into his mother's arms with the sweet smile that he used to melt everyone, which he believed if a man saw her would be instantly fascinated.

“ Kangen...” Say it in your arms.

“ Mother is also kangen, why rarely go home hem..to-till get carried away dreaming every night.”.

Then Nabila touched the middle-aged woman's hand and showered the entire face of the mother with an anxious kiss mixed with tears.

"Hey... hey... Why even cry? " he said while wiping away his child's tears.

Nabila glared at her glance then shook her head while smiling, hugging back and sobbing there. " Amahin Nabila Bun...Bil.. If it has become a child who is not devoted to Mother, Nabil should be here to accompany and care for Mother instead of her even far away. "

" No, son, no. Precisely the opposite Nabila always be his only daughter Father and Mother who are very devoted and proud of us. "his answer calms.

Nabila is not able to answer anymore, can only nod in the warm embrace of Mother who has always been the most comfortable place besides her Father.

" It's donk! do not cry continuously, enter the bathroom and continue to be ready for magrib prayer, take a short break before dinner. Must be tired, right?"

Nabila walked to his room, one part of the house that used to be his favorite place. Although it has been a few years since the last time he occupied the nuance is still the same. Even all the furniture remains in the same place. Tidy, neat and also controlled.

" Welcome back Non." Said Mbok Lastri who was busy arranging Nabila's luggage into the closet.

" Yes Mbok, my stuff just put there so later Nabila who cleaned it up. The mbok are ready to go to the mosque, already want magrib too right? " His reply smiled, as he walked down to his two feet towards a small table located in the corner of the room which he had unknowingly already attracted his entire attention.

" Yes already then Mbok out first yes nduk, later if there is anything call the Mbok only."

" Yes Mbok. " Mbok Lastri is out.

His finger pulled the wooden beam in front with Was-was, his eyeballs directly stuck on a cardboard box measuring 50 square centimeters. Carefully Nabila took him to the top of the bed and opened it.

For a moment he held his breath because there was all about Ustadz Adam neatly stored, starting from a pair of Rings, love letters, even calligraphy writing and photos were in the box.

So many memories that Nabila deliberately collected in that box. Didn't expect his eyes to suddenly blur, the sadness that years ago he stored overflowing from the chest.

His hands shook while holding several photos and one small red box made of velvet. He clutched the item tightly and opened it.

Take one and pair it on her ring finger" Beautiful, very Beautiful Mas." His murmur was smirking.

The memories were immediately scattered before his eyes, he was immediately immersed in the beautiful history created first in the boarding house.

A vibe from the phone draws her from reality, without budging her hand directly grabbing the phone she had stored on the table. A glance at the nameless number had appeared above the screen.

0856217.

Nabila frowned, choosing to ignore the message because she was reluctant to reply. Until a phone call from the person who always sends her messages endlessly since earlier made her smile mockingly.

" Basic possessive man" murmured her before pressing the green button then raised her. " Hello Assalamualaikum. "

"Waalaikum hail, has it arrived? "

"Hu'em. "

"Why not tell me directly? I was worried waiting for news from you. Besides why not just accept my offer for anterin? count - count acquaintances with mother-in-law? "

Hearing his many series of statements from the man made Nabila snort annoyed.

" Sister..! why the hell if talking has to be like that? not tired of what? "

"When... "

Huft....... " Sister, I'm fine okay ! And it has arrived safely without a lack of anything, so stop worrying me excessively like Gini Okay ? and....... "

"And what? "

" Thank you for worrying about me that much, brother Iqbal is indeed my best brother. "

" Bee, you know I want more than just that" replied Iqbal complaining lethargic.

"Yes, I know that, but you also know what my answer is? I'm sorry brother....A.k...."

" Yes.yeah, I understand. Just reply by not avoiding and staying away from me. Because to me it's more than enough"

It feels very sad always rejecting someone who has always offered endless love and affection, very eager to accept Nabila with open arms even though it has not grown sense.

But.... He can what? it's for the good of everyone.