Mahligai Love Zeda Humaira Emerson
MC Zeda Humaira #55-Understanding

Javeed had seen Aira before he left the house, and Javeed admitted that he was interested in the woman even though Javeed just looked into her eyes. But unfortunately, Javeed saw Aira who brought the little girl and the girl called him Ummi, Javeed also had time to think that Jibril was her husband, but when they entered the store, Javeed heard Via calling him 'om'

And Aira's wallet fell outside the store? Sure enough, Javeed took Aira's wallet as she was about to enter the store and the woman was not aware in the slightest.

Javeed knows that Aira is no longer a single girl, but he is curious about her status and wants to know what her name is. Is it as pretty as her eyes?

An Indonesian woman and veiled, in Javeed's mind she must be calm, sweet, but it turns out she is quite cute and jutek, even her eyes are so sharp and not friendly in the least, very far from Javeed's expectations.

"Javeed Ji's..." Javeed turned his head when he heard someone call him. "Aap ki Aami ap ko ball rahi ha."

(Sir Javeed, your mother called you)

"That's theek hai, play or houn."

(All right, I'll be there)

Before returning home, Javeed took some bread for him to eat at his house.

Here, Jaaved lived alone with his mother and previously lived in Indonesia. But because of a disaster they experienced in Indonesia, they moved and opened a bakery there.

"Assalamualaikum, Aami (Mother)." Javeed said hello with a big smile on his lips but the mother looked upset because Javeed had just left.

"Javeed, ap Kahan thay. Play ap ka kab sy intzar kar rahi houn?"

(Javeed, where are you from? Mama has been waiting for you since. "

Javeed only grimaced to hear the mother's words because sometimes he was treated like a child who must always know where he went. He put down the bread he brought to the table after which he landed the couch on his butt.

"Sorry kijey ga Aami. Play lattice kam sy apney dostun ky sath tha. Aur ap mujhe chotey bachun ki tarha na samjhe?"

(Yes sorry, Ma. I had business with friends, after all Mama don't treat me like a child)

" Tum abhi bhi mere chotey bachy?"

(You are my little girl)

" Huff... "Javeed could only sigh.

"Awelt. Kia tum jantey ho hailey naie hamsae ay han?"

(Ma, Mama knows nothing about our new neighbor)

"Naie hamsae's? "

(New neighbors?)

The mother asked with both eyes widened and eyebrows raised, she did not hear the news of the arrival of a new neighbor.

"Han, wo Indonesia sy han. Wo larki bohot khubsorat hai par wo shadi showda hai."

(Yes, Mom. Indonesian, the girl is very beautiful but she is married)

"Indonesians?" The mother and Javeed chuckled while enjoying the bread. "God..."

"Ouch..." Javeed immediately held his head that suddenly in the mother's shakes. "Take the same eye of the wife of the person, want you to be burned by the masses for glancing at the wife of the person!"

"Astagfirullah, Aami...." Javeed grumbled as he rubbed his head.

...***...

After performing the maghrib prayer, Aira who really felt tired immediately slept soundly while Jibri was still busy video with her parents in Indonesia, as well as Via.

"Not like it yet, Grandma. Because it has not been a walk," replied Via who made Jibril laugh.

"Rest first, honey. You are from a long journey, so you have to pay attention to your health. Don't rush too, you have plenty of time there" exclaimed Abi Gabriel.

"Yes, Cake. Ummi sleeps, tired he said. But Ummi ate yellow rice, Kek. A lot, Via doesn't like. Because it has flesh, the rice also looks hard." Abi Gabriel and Ummi Firda gawked at the ceaseless voice of Via, let alone the adorable expression of Via.

"There is yellow rice in Pakistan? I just found out in Pakistan there is yellow rice, just as it tastes like the one in Indonesia?" abi asked Gabriel curiously and returned Jibril laughing.

"Bi, not the yellow rice that was meant by Via, but Biryani rice," replied Jibril and immediately his parents chuckled.

"Astagfirullah, so Biryani rice is considered the same rice Via."

"Yes already, Jay. It's late here, you rest, son. Don't go where you were, at home first. Enough rest."

"Yes, Ummi. Assalamualaikum says.

"Assalamualaikum, Grandpa, Grandma.

"Waalaikum salam."

Jibil closed his laptop after he finished talking to his parents, and as he was about to take Via to Aira's room. Jibril heard the sound of knocking on the door with the sound of his friends.

"Honey, Via to Ummi's room and bobo next to Ummi, yes. Let's take a walk tomorrow morning" Gabriel said, and Via nodded his head, immediately running to Aira's room, crawled up onto the bed and infiltrated the arms of the mother who had fallen asleep very soundly.

"Nnnl..." Via rubbed Aira's cheek gently. "Ummi got into a fight with Abi? Ummi must be kangen Abi, Via is also kangen. But why doesn't Abi miss us?" Via muttered softly with a look of a face that was so sad.

Initially, he believed that the father might be busy, but over time Via also began to suspect, especially several times he woke up from his sleep and had heard the complaints of the mother in her prayer during night prayers. her mother was crying and Via was heartless, and she also knew that she was not a liar and that she had been lying lately. Abi is busy, Abi has not been able to come, Abi still has business and others. Via now realizes, mother and Abinya are not okay, therefore Via began to stop asking for the existence of Arsyad because he was afraid it made the mother only more sad.

While outside, Jibril gawked at the sight of his three friends in traditional Pakistani clothes they used to wear when attending weddings.

"Good, right?" Rehan asked as he turned around and posed as a model.

"This is her name..." Bayu scratched his head, remembering the name of the clothes he was wearing.

"Jodha," Arkan continued.

"Jodha?" jibril asked with a deep frown.

"Yes, her dress name is jodha. But not just jodha, there are two sentences earlier," continued Rehan.

"Akbar Jodha?" Ask Jibril.

"Iya-eh, another.." cried Bayu, he took his phone and found out the name of the clothes he was wearing.

"Oh, his name is shadi Ka joda."

"Astagfirullah, the length," murmured Jibril. "Where are you going to wear this shirt? You guys aren't tired? Don't want to sleep?"

"Last noon we had slept after lunch, we just woke up and then immediately remembered what Om Sahir said earlier. There's a wedding, we can come."

...***...

Indonesia

Arsyad sighed as he threw his suit onto the sofa, today was quite tiring for him, moreover, he must be upset because of what Jihan did on his phone until all the data on his phone was erased without remaining, and now the phone is fixed to restore the lost data.

TBC...