Mother To Nasha
Chapter 17

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“Honey, you see what?” nyai Nilla asked frowned.

“It ... “ Aca pointed towards the balcony where it turned out that Khalifa was standing and was like arguing with someone, “Kok ante lifa wear clothes like that,”

“Shirt?” Aca nodded her head, “Ayo Eyang, Aca want to see ante Lifa, Aca want to see you. Aca want to see!”

“Honey soon the show starts. Dad is ready, and later Aunt Lifa will also come down, we are patient first huh?”

“Do not want!Aca want to ante Lifa, Aca want rich clothes ante Lifa! I don't want to wear this shirt, Eyang come on Eatang!” And finally the drama began, Aca who continued to wriggle crying in her sling made Nyai Nila who had been feeling a little overwhelmed so more overwhelmed.

“Astagfirullah, Aca don't be like this Nak.” Aca's cry was getting uncontrollable, until suddenly the greeting of a man made his cry stop.

“Assalamualaikum,” 

“Waalaikumsalam, can I help you?”

“Sorry, I want to meet with gus Hilal, is it still possible?” ask with a serious face.

“Hilal—“ Just Nyai Nilla was about to answer, arrived the figure that was looking for had appeared from behind the door of the house and was about to go to the place of agreement, which was held right in front of the house Khalifa, and, “Well that's it. Just get there Nak.”

“Good, thanks,” 

“Mau followttt!” exclaiming Aca suddenly made the man's steps stop and turn back to his head.

“Aca can't do that.”

“Aca want to join ante Lifa not buleh, want to join om it is also not buleh. Telus Aca who's coming with Eyang! Kunapa Aca is not the same as who, Eyang naughty huaaaa!” And finally his cry was heard again to make some guests who had started to turn their heads.

Confused, of course it was felt by Nila's nyai. The Aca is very difficult to get close to strangers. If with the santri or supervisor in the cottage, it is common because they often meet. However, if with Hilal's guests today, let alone Aca, even Nila's nyai just this time met and saw his face.

“Halo beautiful, what's your name hem?” 

“Aca! Beautiful right? Who gave you the name ante Lifa loh! Who is his name?” asked Aca while holding both hands on the man's neck.

Not yet had his questions answered, now both have arrived in front of Hilal's house, right on the terrace. The man immediately uttered a slam which was immediately greeted by Hilal. 

“Aca, same as Eyang used to be. Let me talk to you first! In a moment,” said Hilal told his daughter to come down.

“Aca in nosil telus. As before,” the girl was singing her lips so fatly that made the man who was carrying her chuckle fatigued.

“Cantik, I'll see you again. Later om will be carrying again, but now beautiful same Eyang huh? Om want to talk important with Daddy.” The man persuaded.

“What's the talk?” tanya Aca tilted her head while staring fixedly at the foreign man who was now carrying her.

“Work, about job.” The answer was to lie.

“Ah kulja kulja telus.  Kulja, kulja as well, tomorrow kulja again, ahhh tired!” lamented Aca instantly sighed her rudely.

“Just a minute baby, let's get down!” invite Hilal to extend his hands to hold the Aca and then he lowered it to be back together with the grandmother. Tidka refused, forced to walk back to the tent where she was talking and chatting with Oma Chila.

Along the way, the little girl continued to grumble as if she did not accept it because her father was more concerned with work than herself. He wanted to meet his favorite aunt, but it was forbidden. Wanting to be with my father was also forbidden.

‘Olang gede sebelin, kelja kelja telus. Poor little boy na in live telus!’ his grunts along the road to the eyang.

...~To be continue ... ...