MU'ADZ
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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This morning, a gray cloud began to shut down the sun's rays. As planned, Kang Akmal deliberately went home early in the morning like this, because he would stop by ndalem Abah Nawawi first.

Using his motorbike, he exited the Al-Bidayah boarding gate. He is still relaxing to enjoy his trip this time, he does not care if it will rain later. Up near the coffee shop that used to be his subscription with Kang Wildan, he put his motorcycle on. He needed to eat this morning, because he had not had time to eat breakfast.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, e. l is my future daughter-in-law teapot" said the middle-aged woman with a smile. He also smiled.

Mak Lis his name, the owner of a green bean porridge stall. So often here, Mak Lis to poult with him and Kang Wildan. Somehow the story, Mak Lis often referred to him as his candidate. Though he did not know that Mak Lis had a daughter.

"Mak, burjo as singular as kaleh coffee."

"He em, lha endi Wildan kok ora in jak?" asked Mak Lis while arranging his order.

"Teng ndalem Mak, cook."

"Ealah model e koyok ngunu yo iso cook goods." Mak Lis chuckled as he shook his head, "Oh, iyo my son lagek teapot hut, don't know yo menowo mate."

"Wow, Mak's weight isn't strong. Mboten saget acquaintance e."he said in the accompaniment to the oddity

Mak Lis chuckled, "Hmm, lek Wildan, sak dunge in kongkon wes bekal dik." He chuckles. He knew what his friend was like to the creature of God called woman. She likes to flirt, sometimes embarrassing herself.

"Nduk, Puput, Nduk mrikio." call out loud Mak Lis while serving green bean porridge as well as black coffee.

"Dhalem Buk, pripun?" A female voice came into the shop. He did not see because he focused on eating his green bean porridge.

"Thank you Nduk, Kang Akmal. Sek ileng gak? piye-piye persimmon ora? terae option Ibuk seng most slick, weigh your girlfriend kae. Mbladus." cerocos Mak Lis's. He just nodded slowly hearing that.

"Come, Ibuk. Jere wingi iyo-iyo ae karo Farid, sak iki. Plin plan ah."

"Yo ibuk say iyo korno gowo martabak, lek ibuk say ora, lek rene ra in gookne neh."

"Cock it!!"

"Wes to lah, iku lo enek Kang Akmal, dhelengen ta, guanteng to?"

"Mak, mak, njenengan niku enek-enek mawon" he said chuckling after finishing his green bean porridge.

"Wes to Mal, mate menowone. Mak wes kadung. Opo need kudu istifaroh ?"

"Istykhoroh Buk, Astaghfirullah. Ngisin - Ngisin Ibuk iki."

He only chuckled at the debate between the mother and the child. "Teng Yai goiter sinten Mbak?" he tried to ask, but he was very rare to just chat with the opposite sex that he did not know.

"Teng Mbah Yai Imam Dzakariya, Kang."

He nodded, he knew the pesantren because it often sowan to Mbah Yai Imam. Nduk Khafa santri is there too. No more conversations, both of his neutrals sweeping the streets. Until he found an object there, across the street, in front of a stop.

He narrowed his view, a woman wearing special clothes belonging to the Al-Bidayah pesantren if out of the pesantren area. He had not seen who it was, for he had turned his back on him.

Until the object turned around, he finally knew who it was. The female owner of the eyes was soothing to her, involuntarily both corners of her lips were raised thinly.'Where's he going?

Without wasting any more time, he said goodbye to Mak Lis and did not forget to pay for his order earlier. Carefully he crossed the always crowded street leading to 'he'. He could see the backpacks are patterned typical 'he', he just knew that so favorite 'he' with that motive.

"Ehm, Ma'am." He dared say hello to 'he'

"Eh, what's Kang, pripun?"

"Emm, ajenge wangsul Kang." Then a moment's silence.

"Hmm, what about the bus?" he could see that 'he' was nodding. "Tujurue mba's coffin?"

"Emm, Wringinagung, Kang."

He saw a watch curled around his wrist, at half-eight. "Mboten enten bis mriko jam sementen Mbak, entene sonten crank." He is obviously poultice, because he often rides public transportation that leads to Wringinagung.

"Loh, uh, you know Kang? Oh, my God."

"Purun Gocar Mbak ?" bargained for

"Mpoten mpun Kang, kulo mbetoten mbeto hape."

Hearing that, he opened the green application belonging to the nation's children. "Niki, you type alamate." He's giving his gawai

"Eh, mboten Kang, ngerepotne njenengan." looks 'he' shakes a sign of rejection.

"From sampeyan ngerantosi to sonten Mbak. Nicky type mawon."

Finally 'he' wants to accept his offer. It didn't take long to type the address 'he' returned the device and it was he who ordered the taxi online.

"Emm, with bade Kang's purse?"

He smiled faintly at the calming-eyed woman's question. Maybe the one who sees us is just the figure of two different people of the same type waiting for public transportation, because the position is far apart and the view of each ahead staring at the streets.

"Sami Ma'am, wangsul. Tumben wangsul, bade enten need nopo?" his little question, actually he did not know what made life in the chat this time. Because he was too clumsy to face a third woman who managed to occupy the throne of his heart. Why third, because the main position is certainly in Mother's seat, and the second position is in her little sister-Nduk Khafa.

"Embah e kulo in Kang's sick paringi." great-granddaughter 'he'

"Innalillahi wainnaillahi rojiun, mugi-mugi in paringi hing saras Mbak, amen."

Then I heard Amin murmuring. Before long the black car stopped right in front of him, right drizzling greeted him. He approached the car to make sure the car he was ordering was. After confirming the operation, he opened the passenger door. "Monggo Ma'am."

He could see, the woman slowly got into the car, with both hands pushing away the drizzle. "Sir, according to the application ngggeh. Later when I get there I love the five stars" he said to the driver

"Ready, thank you." He nodded with a smile.

"Mbak, Insyaallah lek timeun right kulo bade silaturahmi teng sampeyan. Atos-atos ngggeh Ma'am, Assalamualaikum." After saying that, he closed the car door. And slowly the car that the woman was riding drove.

Whether he got encouragement from where, he could say that he would be in touch. Just the right time to ask 'her' to his family. When's it? he just prayed'a hopefully in the movement.

Oak.. Mu'adz uy!!

Who is the woman who occupies the third throne?

Relax, everything will be answered in time