Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 71: Soaking the Longs

The heart was about to eat, but somehow his taste now disappeared. Along with the silence he felt.

The closer the day H, why his longing the more beguiling his heart to always meet and be together. So the abandonment of the dining table with reluctance and weakness. Not because of anything, but nothing bothers or bothers him.

Don't want to be lonely at home, as soon as possible she cleans up. Then along the path that connects the two of their homes.

Mustafa who has since come to always pay attention to his dear brother smiles alone. Nich brother bucin very, recently also left for a while already misses amazing. His mind whispered a word that made him laugh.

But I don't want to bother him. He looked at Ulya from above the balcony, watching her leave the house in a hurry.

Once satisfied, he picked up the newspaper lying on the table. Just stopped when there is a phone ringing sound from hp.

Ah, it turns out Rima. Smiling anywhere. He immediately picked her up and greeted.

"Assalamu'alaikum .., Brother."

"Wa'alaikum greetings .... Tumben, what's wrong?"

"I haven't bought a gift for Nur. Can you take it?"

Pucuk diitita, ulampun arrived. His heart bounces, hoping that his stored will become real. Someone who wants to make it halal for him.

"Okay, I haven't prepared a gift for you either."

"Jude, we're going together."

"Ok, wait a minute."

Mustafa did not want to let go of the opportunity that came unexpectedly. It quickly grabbed thick clothes and also scarves. A little run towards the parked car in front of the house.

Come to think of it, it turns out that he also contracted bucin disease the sister. Unknowingly, his lips also turned to smile, laughing at themselves. While driving a car on the street to his apartment, where Rima and her family stay.

Arriving there, she was awaited in front of her apartment by an Indonesian girl. Who else if Rima. His age is not far away. Easy to get familiar.

They also enjoy the afternoon with their twilight poetry.

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Another Mustafa, another Ulya.

Arriving at Efsun's house, he found Hamdan on the back porch.

"Assalamu'alaikum ..Sir Hamdan."

"Wa'alaikum greetings .... How you doing?"

"Good, Brother."

"thank you. Without an invitation from you there's no way I can be here."

"It's okay, brother. Lately I've seen Nur quiet, like contemplating. Maybe you miss the same" he said, looking inside the house. Maybe the one who missed was inside and saw it. Then come out to see him.

It's impossible, just like he came in. Not home.

Hamdan kept a smile when he saw Ulya's gurgle. It's not that she doesn't know that Ulya wants to meet Naura. But he wanted to tease her a little.

"Why are you standing. Come sit!" bring him.

Ulya could not refuse. Restlessly he sat down to accompany Hamdan to chat.

"So I saw a little girl. That's your daughter?"

"Oh, it's Devra. Yes, she is my daughter." Ulya answered accordingly. No concentration left.

"You're a widower, tho. Just found out about me."

"He .. he ...."

"So this is the story of widows getting widows."

"Sir Hamdan is there" he replied without looking at Hamdan.

Inwardly want to laugh but not heartily.

"Kok lemes?"

"Yes, haven't eaten."

"Yes, just a minute, I'll get you. We eat here. Enjoy the snow."

Naura, why don't you come out anyway. He's squeaking his temples.

"You dizzy?"

"It's okay."

Ah maybe Naura will be out soon. Serving food, his mind calls.

Not until Hamdan came in, Ifroh was out. Bring drinks and small meals.

"Sir, find the madam?" ask Ifroh innocently.

Hem ... hem .. hem .... Hamdan cleared his throat stopping Ulya's words.

"We'll eat first."

"Yes" replied Ulya hastily.

"I prepare first, sir." replied Ifroh.

"We eat here, Ma'am." said Hamdan.

"Yes, Sir. Food I brought here."

I want to be angry with you, sister-in-law. Since then, it seems like we can't meet. Know rich gini, I did not invite here. Spend the cost, instead make us ....

Astagfirullah .. forgive me God, have been tempted to remove sincerity in the heart.

Before long, Ifroh came with food in the napan. Serving him on the table.

"Please, Sir."

"Thank you, Ifroh."

"Yes sir, Ifroh go inside first."

Actually the food is quite tasteful, but if there is no .., so no taste anymore. Reluctantly he followed Hamdan, taking the rice along with his side dishes.

And that makes this heart grow sebel and more lost appetite, uh .. suddenly the Ahmad joined the limb. Three bucks, this is for sure, he grumbled.

"Hi, Ulya. You're here tho?" greet Ahmad.

He was forced to continue eating. Rather than having to serve his recessive sister-in-law.

"As a good host, I'm with you to eat, yes" he said as he took a seat beside Ulya. But Ulya didn't know either.

Still, he took the food. This is his house, why ask permission. I'm the host, he's the guest. He thought as he looked at Ulya with a smile.

Hamdan, who was enjoying the dish, smiled as well. Enjoying Ulya's riled face that had been looking since he had come. He's getting less and less warty.

There was a friend to tease the prospective sister-in-law, a faint whisper that flashed through Hamdan's mind.

Finished too, the meal. But the man he sought had not revealed the trunk of his nose. How could it be, Naura did not come out. Whispers of the heart that are longing.

Lucky Devra flashed before him.

"Devra, here, dear."

"What's wrong, Pa." she replied confusedly. Looks like he's in a hurry.

"Which mom?"

"Find it yourself, Pa. I'm playing hide and seek with Novi and Noval" he replied as he ran to hide behind the door.

His face grew riled up. But Hamdan and Ahmad don't care about it. They are talking to themselves. Occasionally glanced at Ulya.

"I'm sorry for my children, Ahmad. Make your house fuck up."

"Calm down, Brother.Hamdan. I'm enjoying. And I'm happy. And Devra doesn't bother me anymore. Because there are already them." replied Ahmad relaxed.

Pleasant childhood, Ahmad murmured.

"But your father wasn't disturbed?"

"For the most part, if he is disturbed, he will lock himself in the room. Proof isn't. "

"Thank you."

It does not feel like talking on this porch can take time. And just stopped, when the sound of the azan from the mosque, in this complex.

"We go to the mosque, yuk."ajak Ahmad.

"Really, okay. I'll take you first."

"Come, Ulya. Don't dumb. Surup-surup, kesamber syetan you know, if you daydream like this" said Ahmad seductively.

They followed Ahmad through the middle of the house. In the middle of his steps, Ulya hoped to meet with Naura.

But, until he was on the front porch, he did not find the person he was looking for. Ah already ....

He was determined by the fate that now accompanies him. Me .. ra. 😔

Order, intention to step on the Most Merciful. In order to convey this longing at the right time.

Vidiocall can be done before going to bed. Ulya .... Stop.

RECALL

Allah Akbar ....