MIRACLE MIRACLE MIRROR
SEVENTIETH EPISODE TWO

"Assynoltom..."

"Waalaikum salam."

Laila greeted Ali with a face.

Azan Maghrib just finished reverberating, the husband just came home.

Ali took his breath. Thin smile while thrusting plastic black crackle containing banana horn that was Eyang Toro gave him.

What an exhausting day.

Especially after realizing that he still had to intersect with Toro, Yadi, Kandut and Keti.

This world is full of mystery.

Ali swallowed his saliva. He recalled his words to Keti, the sixteen-year-old girl.

Keti has always been a hero to him.

Even in some of the lives that Ali had been through.

"Keti, sorry. I'm asking you to keep it a secret that this place of work is your parents' company with Laila. Please, huh?"

"Just calm down, brother. Hehe... I'll try to keep it a secret. Surely Kak Laila would be furious if he knew I was recommending Kak Ali's current workplace. But if there is a better job with a bigger salary, you should take that opportunity. I just don't want to, Brother Ali the trouble of his life."

Oh my goodness, this leak! Why is he so wise? He said he didn't want to see me in the distress of his life. The sweet! Every time, every time I meet, I feel like I'm just using her. Long time ago. Almost every life I have lived.

Ali blushing. Remembering the prophecy of Embah Kandut long before he knew Toro, Keti, Kandut and Yadi.

Kandut who opened the divination stand at the night market near the bull field was quite surprising.

"You have considerable charisma in the future. Your life will be good and reach gold after the next three years. There are two faithful women standing on your left and right. But be careful, if you can't be fair, then you're done with those women. Haha..haha...!"

Is...Laila and Keti are those two women? Will they faithfully stand on my right and left in the future?

Ali gasped, Laila hugged him tightly until his breath faltered.

What an exhausting day. But warmly welcomed by a woman who has the status of a wife, it seems like this. Ali's heart warmed up instantly.

"Hhh..., tired huh? It could be coming home to buy a big-mede banana like this. Hihi...! Make my mind travel, you know!" joking Laila made Ali laugh.

He just realized, banana horns have a larger size than bananas in general. Of course it could be a perverted joke that horrendous women.

Ali did not dare say that there was a gift from Toro, ex-grandfather in Ali's previous life to Laila.

Even if explained clearly, Laila would definitely not understand. His life changed. The situation changed, which even made Ali himself like a madman.

"Write first. I'll have dinner ready, honey!"

"Hm? Dinner?" tanya Ali was curious.

"Hehehe... Eat rice Padang package ten thousands."

Ali smiled widely.

"There's good news, La!" he said it made Laila's netra glow.

"What's? What???"

"Me, got the job!"

"Yeah! Yeeaa, my husband is so cool!"

Ali blushed praised Laila.

With an unruly hand wringing Laila's chin and then down to her chest with a pounding heart.

"Hey, naughty huh?! Hihah... Take shower! Ish, the smell of acem! Hehe..."

Ali chuckles. Not expecting if now he can be disrespectful to Laila who used to be very fond of him and did not dare to be reckless even just to touch his lentic fingers. Ali never dared to.

But now...

Ali's mind wandered into last night's bodily relationship. Forgetting how many times they made love. Until I forget the junub bath and the bad luck of waking up subuhan.

Even at six they returned the dawn attack. What a life that made Ali like a King spoiled by his Queen.

Ali shower.

Now he doesn't want to miss his maghrib.

He pulled out Ali's long sarong and black kopeah and rushed out of the room to the nearest mosque.

"Where are you going?"

Laila was surprised to see the appearance of Ali who was neatly drizzled.

"Maghrib congregate first huh?" abugn.

With his ignorant hand, Ali returned to try Laila's chin. But not to the sensitive area as before.

Cup.

A sweet kiss landed on Laila's forehead which blushed in embarrassment.

Laila who got such an order, immediately stared at the two rice dishes Padang which he had opened the package.

His stomach was hungry from the morning.

Laila hasn't eaten since breakfast with Ali this morning. Only a suture rice and a glass of warm sweet tea that goes into his stomach. After that, drink two glasses of minerals that he bought at the shop in front of the rented alley.

"Hhh... Damn it, it's really insensitive!" laila muttered somewhat annoyed.

Did he eat out just now? Same who? Is his friend the deal? You see Ali has no money other than the twenty thousand I gave for the cost of a round trip looking for work. Hhh...

Laila ate her food, alone.

This afternoon, she had imagined eating with her husband. Although the cheap menu costs ten thousand rupiah one portion, but the taste will definitely be amazing because it is eaten with a beloved partner.

Laila had too much fun thinking about her imagination just now.

In fact, not as beautiful as the delusion because he only ate alone and Ali actually went to the mosque to pray Maghrib and Isha all.

Laila looked at the listless roasted chicken that became her side dish.

Rice is cheap for the size of a restaurant in Jakarta, and as expected, it tastes different from the taste of roasted chicken which costs much more.

Laila finished her inexhaustible meal and there was still plenty left. Eating less taste.

Finally Laila chose to go into the room and intend to collapse.

Suddenly his eyes saw a black plastic wrap that was barking for curiosity.

He immediately checked the package that Ali brought the other one on a small nightstand next to his mattress.

"What's this?"

Laila opened the brown book cover.

"Mirror?"

A rectangular old mirror measuring about 20 cm x 30 cm with engraving and a list of steel on each edge.

Good, although simple.

Laila stared at the mirror, which she believed opened a new mirror.

"Did Ali buy this at the flea shop? Koq can he buy a mirror when he has no money? What ... is he walking back and forth looking for a job?"

Laila was at a loss for what happened to Ali this afternoon.

While Ali at the mosque still followed the study while waiting for the time of his arrival.

He who incidentally is a transfer citizen, new people in the neighborhood, has no trouble to mingle and mingle with some study pilgrims who are the majority of adults over thirty years.

"Have you married at twenty?"

"Yes, Mas. Hehe..."

"Cool. Young people now dare to make a decision. I decided to marry 28 years old. It also felt it was quite strong finalsial, just dare to start."

"Hehehe...! The desperate capital, Mas! Just worried about bigger lust. It can darken the eyes, khilaf will be adultery. Fortunately the couple's family also accepted my condition that only I could marry siri first, just thought of official marriage after work established and had savings. Hehehe... frivolous yes mas!?"

"Lumayan is cool. Hehe..."

Ali was happy, even though he was still quite young, they all accepted Ali in a new environment. Support to keep fighting through life. Moreover, the household life that they say is getting here is getting creepy.

Ali and the grown men laughed. Start discussing that living in a household needs a strong mentality. There are many trials and temptations in this era. All weight includes managing the economy so that it is better to support the wife's children.

Azan Isya is in time.

Some worshippers invited Ali to show the ability to proclaim the Azaan. Of course Ali was nervous.

"Duh mas Baihaqi, not me. In addition to my voice, I am not confident. I was wrong because I was nervous. Sorry, I'm a real mum!"

"Young people should dare to appear for positive things. I was nervous early on too. Grogi until the sound feels like a strangled person. But, the more often the azan, the more Alhamdulillah feel better. Try it first, Li!"

Ali who was desperate, plus the encouragement of some worshipers who became his new friend was forced to follow.

I just knew them. How many times did I try Azan Isya. If my voice was ugly, they would not have told me again next time.

Ali rose up by gathering all his courage.

By reading the words basmalah in his heart, Ali prepared to say the adhan in front of the mosque mic.

"Allahu Akbar Allaaahu Akbarr..."

Spring

Spring

Spring

Laila was surprised. The mirror he was holding suddenly reflected light. And...

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