Love For Nabila
When I wait for you.

A month has passed. Now the state of Mother Arina has begun to gradually improve, although now Nabila must go back and forth east-java every one week to participate in monitoring the health of the Mother.

This time Nabila was in Jogja, just arrived this morning and had to return to east Java tomorrow. It was exhausting, but what else? he did not want to return to class about the condition of the Mother even though he had hired a special nurse for his parents to help take care of him.

Nabila stretched out to two hands while standing, then patted his stiff neck after spending time from noon to afternoon like this. From that moment he was busy looking down, working on some monthly reports about his business in the culinary field of family owned seriously and focused.

In addition to the profession of a doctor, making Nabila become overwhelmed himself since he was sick by the Mother. Because usually he is the one who takes care of it all this time.

Immediately maybe Nabila would like to finish the work that piled up quickly, return to normal activities as usual. But it seems like it is just a fantasy, because it is impossible to remember that he is the only one who stops himself without anyone helping.

Nabila so think right with what Mother said last month that sooner or later surely he will arrive at vase need a companion in life. And it seems that this time he will really realize the request of the Mother even if forced if the situation continues this way.

Instantly Nabila was stunned when the Mother's request speech crossed her mind. Nabila stood in front of the window and felt a fairly strong wind caressing her face and the tip of her hijab.

Does he really want to accept that proposal? Or is it better to take Doctor Iqbal home? request to apply immediately. Because it seems to receive a possessive doctor that more Nabila can accept because at least he has known for a long time, tinimbangan must live in a household with Bhintara who clearly do not know about how the figure of the man.

But...how will it be with Zahra if she receives love from her man, Is that okay? And also the reaction of the Mother. Will the old woman be able to accept or even come back shocked and further affect her health again?

He shook his head, threw away all the heavy thoughts that this time attacked violently “ Ya Allah...show a bright path so that the servant no longer makes the wrong decision.” His words were written in frustration.

Nabila leaned one hand on the window sill, then sighed rough while watching the afternoon sky which he rarely enjoyed in east Java. In the midst of his daydream he suddenly remembered and realized that here is not only about him, but the happiness of all those who if Nabila made the wrong decision again, then he was the main cause.

When he had finished his thinking then he turned around, Nabila jumped in shock when he found the Mother had already stood behind him while carrying a plate of mangoes that had been peeled.

“ Mother ! “ Strangled her “ Why not say something?" asked Nabila while reaching out to take the plate he was carrying and then pulled her to sit on the edge of the mattress. " Here." he said as he guided the old woman carefully.

“Buka Mommy did not say, but you alone are too focused on your daydreams. Until it does not present if Mother has called you from earlier.” Answer her while sitting next to Nabila.

Mother Arina took one of her Son's hands and gently stroked it “ You why? Is there anything that bothers you, son?” ask Mother Arina for attention.

Nabila exhaled a rough breath for a moment, then shook his head "No Bund, Nabila all right" then noticed the wrinkled face a little while smiling knot.

How could she possibly disappoint a mother as good and understanding as Mother Arina? just think about it Nabila never.

“ Mother sorryin Nabila yes. has become an unfilial child and disappointed many Mother.” The words just popped out.

Mother Arina shook her head “Husst,,, can't say that. Nabila it is the best child Mother, and the only pride of the Father from the first. How could you possibly have such a thought, Hem ? do not say so ah..Bunda does not like.” he said while pinching Nabila's tapered cheek with anxiety.

Nabila smiled, then leaned one side of his head on the shoulders of the Mother. He was really tired and tired, needing a backrest.

"Mother is ready to be a mother who is so amazingly patient for this selfish Nabila. "

Mother Arina looks to take a deep breath first before talking “ Yes, equally Son," pause for a moment "Em...oh yes about Mother's request last month, forget it if it weighs you a lot. Don't think too much about it you might get sick later. “ he said while stroking Nabila's head lovingly .

Instantly Nabila immediately woke up from his lean “Mother is not what I mean...”.

Mother Arina shook her head “ Nothing not forced Mother does not want.....”.

“ I want Bund ! “ selak Nabila quickly made Mother Arina wide-eyed because surprised by her Son's answer.

"What did you say ? try saying it once again, Mother did not hear it earlier. "her answer again wants to make sure if what she heard her ears are really true.

While biting the tip of his lips Nabila lowered his head to hide his face there, in fact he himself was also surprised by the speech he made.

" Nabila wants to marry Gus Bhintar Bund. "he said shyly.

Mother smiled widely, almost standing up from her happy seat. Feeling relieved as if the heavy burden that was carried had been softened just like that after hearing the Son's words.

“ Thank you, at the end you agree too."

Nabila suddenly blushed himself and nodded doubtfully, in his mind it was okay to marry a person he did not know at all, he said, what was important now was that he could see that smile again after days of being dim.

“ Bismillah Bund “ for Mother's happiness. Keep it in your heart.

Hearing the approval of her child, Mother Arina turned her head up to hold back tears from spilling because touched. Then kissed Nabila repeatedly.

“Alhamdulilah..trimaksih Son. Already want to comply with the requests of parents who want this much.”

Nabila did not expect, his despair could be as influential as that to the happiness of the Mother. Staring at the unpretentious woman a long time later hugged her tightly and promised herself, that she would no longer let the one-on-one of her remaining parents return to feeling sorrow for as long as she was alive.

Mother Arina outlines a hug and then takes a plate that carried her Son feed a piece of Mango fruit to the mouth of Nabila with a happy feeling “ Spend not always eat junk food only, just, not good for health.” point it on a pizza box that Nabila put on a table with the tip of the chin, and immediately accelerate the fine grin of the beautiful woman.

“ Not often kok Bund, just occasionally if you want “ Elak again.

Nabila then took the garfu that has been placed by Mother Arina on a plate and feed the fruit itself to her mouth “ Let Nabila eat alone, Mother Rest aja gih.”

Mommy Arina smears a smile “ Yes already then, Mommy put it on the table yes Fruit.” Mommy Arina. Put the plate he was carrying on the table and then he wanted to leave.

“ Mother....”.

Nabila put a fork whose fruit he had bitten in half, grabbed the drinking water he always put on the table next to the bed and drained it into the esophagus. Once in the sense that there is no obstruction the beautiful doctor began to make a sound.

“Bbb.. unda. can Nabila ask for Gus Bhintar mobile number. I want to talk to him in private.”

Mother Arina seemed surprised, maybe surprised by Nabila's request. Her body looked stiff but as soon as the fifty-plus-year-old woman nodded and smiled

” Yes later Mommy sends Nak Bhintar number directly to your phone.” Answer her with a little twisting teasing eyes then pass.

“ Thank You Mother.” Shouted because he had seen the Mother at the end of the door almost closed her.

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At half-nine in the evening, Nabila thought it was a good time to call Gus Bhintar. Because usually this hour is time to rest and relax, right?

Nabila looked doubtfully at the number that expands on his cellphone screen. Between calling now or tomorrow morning just afraid of interrupting.

But why did Nabila even shook his head to disagree on his own thinking.

Yes, if the man is relaxed, if even the opposite how?

Doesn't Bhintara live in the Ustadz selakigus boarding school there? So he could be currently teaching in the Hall at this hour. Because.according to the experience of Nabila who used to love in that place, usually all cottage activities will be completed if the clock has shown as late as night.

Nabila is still disturbed on the balcony of his room, his chest is increasingly turbulent, his body is bristling. Even holding the phone restlessly.

“ Come on Nabila ! contact him immediately.” his orders on yourself.

At the end of her trembling fingers she pressed the call button on Bhintara's number. Wanted to bring it to his ears, but his eyes were instead startled with a Name that appeared on his phone screen. “ Loh? I have kept it? ” Nabila frowned in wonder with more detail to pay attention to the name and phone number confused itself.

“ Isn't this the number of someone who a month ago always sends me chat Asalamualaikum three times a day from morning, noon to night before bed? “ said Nabila astonished.

He had to keep the contact on his phone. Not because of lack of work or how. But his feelings at that time somehow the heart and fikran Nabila want to keep the number only because his profile photo displays a text calligraphy verse that reminds him of the figure of Ustadz Adam in the past.

Nabila shook his head trying to ignore it and thought later. Because now the most important thing is not that anymore, but to contact the owner of the number as soon as possible, before his courage disappears.

His call was answered on the second ring.

“Halo..Asalamualikum.” Nabila began to memorize with the characteristics of his voice that is heavy and also firm.

“Waalaikum greetings. This Gus Bhintar I Nabila.” The woman who was grumbling the long hair answered with a hoarse speech, because her voice carried by the wind was quite noisy. It might rain again tonight.

“ Nabila, what are you calling me ? how are you ?” his reply softened a little no longer as resolute as before.

“ Am I interrupting? umm. When do you have time ?”

“Tomorrow I'm free all day, what if only like magrib. I'll pick you up later ”

“Mm..no, no need to pick me up. Just tell me where I can meet you.” Refuse to insist.

“ Do you mind if we meet him at the pesantren? ”

A moment of silence, no answer

“ Ekhem..you are the place of course let me later........”.

“OK. We meet at pesantren bakda magrib, so that later after returning from the hospital I go directly there.But...em.....why can I take my friend ? ” suggestion Nabila doubt.

“Of course you can, then let Mr. Tarno alone who will pick you up tomorrow” his tone is urgent, as Nabila is one of his subordinates.

“Gus?”

“ This time do not refuse, I just want to make sure that my guest will arrive here safely and well.” His voice was low but impatient.

Nabila exhaled his breath was careless, free to reject the forced man “ Alright then, later let me send the address of the hospital where I work. Then good night, Asalamua.

" Wait ! "

Nabila was silent, focused on listening.

“When I waited for you. Waalaikum greetings.”

Gus Bhintar ended it in a tone

inward. Like waiting for a call from Nabila from far away. And of all his words like fiber would be a plan.

Nabila immediately get rid of all his unhappiness, trying to think positive. Tomorrow he will discuss his life and future. So now he had to go to sleep so that his mind was clear again.