Lover (Brain) Halal
Nadira Surani

She is a beautiful twenty-year-old girl, but still acts like a teenager. Always wear a simple hijab. Never dating for a reason, other than because of sin is also not the time to feel love. Many men try to approach, but all are rejected without knowing first. People say he's a voter. But to him the words of the people are only a passing wind. Feels, but doesn't last long.

Like durian? Maybe some people feel nauseous when they smell the fruit of that one. But for Nadira Sirani, durian is the most delicious food. Many friends who do not like to be near him for the reason of the unpleasant smell of durian. The girl who is often called Dira is also an animal lover. Especially Puti, her favorite cat.

"Sister!" exclaim Adnan, Dira's 18-year-old sister. The girl looked at her glance, then resumed watching Bollywood films.

"Sister, uh!" Adnan snatches the remote, then immediately turns off the tv. That way, Dira also rose with a sharp look.

"Idupin no? Want me to sit?" Dira ruffled waist. Adnan instead of complying, he stuck out his tongue and then passed away with the remote still in his grasp.

"Bastard geek, Lo!" dira shouted, starting to chase after his sister.

As they run into a chase, the house phone rings. Both of them suddenly ran scrambling to raise the call, and the winner was Adnan. The familiar voice across made them cheer in excitement. How not when both their parents will come back and ask what gifts they want.

"I want shoes, Dad!" shouted Adnan, "the latest brand anyway."

"Well .. I want a new laptop, tired of old." Dira ordered souvenirs. Actually Dira does not really want a gift, he wants his parents quickly to the house safely.

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That afternoon Dira plans to visit the house of Fitri, his best friend. She wore a blue flowering robe, then a light blue rectangular headscarf that was formed simply. The girl with a chubby cheek looks very beautiful, although not a small piece of powder sticks. He was used to it, and always used his life to be simple.

Dira came out of the room, glancing at the glance of his watch. Adnan should have gone home from college, but there was no sign of his sister's return. Several times he called the aunt, there was no word. Dira left the empty house without locking.

Two hours passed, finally Dira came home.he sang a little on the ojek that was riding. A smile of joy that never fades. How could he not always be happy? He's got everything, he's got loving parents and a sweet, obedient sister. Dira did not go to college, exactly did not want to. For him college does not determine future success, the important thing is effort. However, sometimes the girl also laughed at herself. How will he live in the future if his work continues to be spoiled.

On arrival in front of the house, Dira's phone rang. Unknown number called. He just shook his head then kept the pink flat object back. However, just stepped up, again his phone rang. When forced, the girl received a call.

[Hello, this is with his son Mr Sura?]

[Yes, I am Nadira, Mr. Sura's first daughter] Dira frowned.

[We from the London hospital reported that Mr Sura and his wife died in an accident while returning to Indonesia]

Dira's breath choked, his eyes heated up. The news that was just heard was shocking. Last morning they were still talking on the phone and now they won't be able to talk anymore? Dira's entire body was stiff and his heart was as if it wasn't beating. The view was blurry, then darkened. All dark.

"Dira."

Dira gasped as Nurul touched his shoulder. All the shadows of the past instantly disappeared, he smiled blandly. For more than a month he and Adnan lived in Pesantren Nurul-Huda after the death of their parents. The pesantren belonged to Nurul and Huda, their ammah and khaal. But since the death of Huda, only Nurul takes care of the children of santri. That is why he asked Dira and Adnan to stay with him. At least he can comfort and change the figure of a mother for them.

Dira nodded, his eyes watering. But quickly there. "I'm strong, Mah. I'm not whiny anymore."

"Smart child" Nurul said as he rubbed Dira's head. Although he actually knew, Dira was not that strong. The girl's heart is fragile, she needs life support.

"Owh, yes. Ammah forgot, right. In front there are guests, they are willing to donate to the repair of classrooms and female dormitories. Dira want, will you help me make tea?" Nurul spoke with a clear face because usually Dira always refused, afraid this time as well. Though their cook was going to the market, while the guests were quite a lot. So, a bit bothered if alone made and inter.

Dira nodded. "Corn, Mah." Nurul was shocked, but was immediately covered with a smile. They also walked to the kitchen.

It didn't take long for them to finish delivering drinks. Dira was about to go back to the room, to rest. He walked down to the point of not knowing from the front there was someone walking in a hurry.

"Aw!" dila's screams were thrown on the floor.

"Sorry .. sorry. I have to go."

Dira raised his head. A tall man stood right in front of him. Dira quickly got up wanting to warn the man. However, the sight of each other made the girl freeze. The sharp nose and bewok make Dira's heart shake. Netra Dira took a look at every inch of the man's face and came to a halt on his thick eyebrows.

"I have to go, Ma'am. If anyone is sick, go to the hospital. This might be enough." The man took out several hundred bills, then thrust them into Dira. The girl nodded, refusing. However, the man still insisted on giving the money away. Because Dira never accepted, the man finally put the money on the floor and left.

"God! I don't need your money!" yelled Dira trying to chase. The man said goodbye to Nurul, then walked quickly to the car. He seems to be in a hurry. Dira will return the money if they meet again. I don't know when that's when.

"Why, Nduk?" Nurul approached Dira who was still standing by the door.

"Owh, no, Mah. Uh, anu, Mah ... Who was that, huh?" Dira ventured to ask rather than dizzy himself out of curiosity.

Nurul smiled." He is Den Alza, Adi Mahendra's son.

"Adi Mahendra?" I felt that name was unfamiliar.

"He's your khaal's best friend and father from long ago. They were very familiar, but now he only lived alone. Both of his best friends have gone home first." Nurul told me a long story. Dira just nodded, it was fitting that he felt that the name was so familiar.

"Their family has helped our boarding school a lot. Every year they always contribute to the repair of our damaged cottage buildings" Nurul continued while holding Dira's hand.

"Rest, gih! Later tonight we learn naji with other santriwati."

Dira nodded, then went towards his room. Nurul was still unmoved, staring at his lost nephew behind the door. Soon Dira will be living a new life. Let it be kept secret the plan that has been prepared for a long time. Dira and Alza's marriage will soon be announced. The fifty-year-old woman let out a long sigh.

"I'll make your dreams come true, Ma'am. I promise."