MU'ADZ
FIFTY

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"Diterne Ae's father with Dek?" Ask Mama who's serving rice to Dad's plate.

Shahla, who was ready with brocade and a little makeup on her face, sat herself down on the dining table chair. His hands were busy hooking the tiny watch on his left wrist.

"Mboten Ma, nitih motor mawon is bad," said Shahla looking at Mama.

"Gocar ae Dek, kanken awanan biasane moro-moro. Wangsule bene Ayah seng nyululu, all the streets. Pripun?" haggar Daddy made him think.

"Ck! Mama's in tilapne," said Mama's clucking doesn't accept.

"Enggeh come to lek meandering," replied Dad casually.

"My patient continues to piye Mas" said Mama memelas.

"Lah means mboten saget muttered dear," replied the father in an anxious tone.

Shahla chuckles amusedly seeing her Mom pouting. His father is good at making Mama express like that. He had always wanted a husband like Dad, and he found it in Mas Mu'adz. Seeing the reality, Shahla smiled wryly.

The sound of the notification from the online taxi booking application diverts its attention. "Yah Adek thimble ngggeh. Engken pardon supe nmulai, continue dating," said to Dad while kissing his hand.

"Ready princess!" Shahla chuckled, Dad answered.

"Ma, geez, Adek's father sabotage riyen. Mama was sampun tuwok kaleh Dad," he said chuckling while kissing Mama's hand, making Mama more sour-faced. He and Dad laughed more and more.

After greeting Shahla out, saw a silver car parked in front of her house. Soon he approached and got into the car.

"Destination at Pesantren Al-Bidayah Yes Ma'am?" ask the driver.

"Nggeh Mr. Leres" he replied

Yes indeed the purpose this time is Al-Bidayah pesantren, the pesantren first. Because he got a walimah invitation from Ning Bahiyyah. Shahla remembered when she had just received the invitation. Seeing who was with Ning Bahiyyah made her memory back at the time of her first goiter.

If Ning Bahiyyah used to also like Mas Mu'adz. So quickly moved on Ning Bahiyyah to Mas Mu'adz, but what about her was not. How long had the full moon been, the name of Mas Mu'adz was still imprinted in his heart. And he could not be sure until when the name strengthened, or even long ago melted. Waullahualam

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Shahla descends a little further from the pesantren area, as the streets are already closed to the guests' parking lot. With a flat gaze he walked alone, his hand holding the rope of his sling bag. If only his relationship with Ameera was still fine, maybe he would not be alone to leave here. It could be before the day H, already busy preparing which robe will be worn so that it can be like a uniform or veil which will be chosen, rectangular or pashmina.

But now it's all just pseudo. Things have changed. If it used to be as close as a sibling's worth, now it's far away as a stranger. Because it is undeniable that one disappointment makes everything that is passed seem meaningless.

Shahla stopped her steps, her position was now a little far behind the black car. His eyes were not broken, staring at the two people who had just got out of the car. Walking holding hands, with the color of the clothes aligned plus all the invitations seemed to get rid of themselves, giving way. A very romantic and loving couple.

There was envy tucked in his heart. Can she be the figure of the woman whose hands are clasped tightly?

The more he observed, the more his heart grew sore making his eyes start to glaze over. Shahla looked up, looking at the cloudless blue sky.

God, why is this heart still so hopeful?

Turn off this taste, O God

"Loh Shahla?" His arms were patted from behind, making Shahla immediately blink both eyes to see who was greeting him. He smiled a little at one of the occupants of his room first.

"Weh piye kabare?" While making fun of.

"Hmm, Alhamdulillah neat. Piye safe room don't get me?" shahla asked Khusnul.

"Well, I'm a boyong pisan sak marine you" said Khusnul. "Yourself seh, ora karo arek room farewell," added Khusnul pitched annoyed to make Shahla singed a thin smile.

"Oh Iyo Ameera? astaghfirullah sak iki dadi Ning deng wesan. Uh but jare terae Ning. Hmm, Kang Akmal's bowels turns out to be iyo Gus. Lucky Beh men Ning Ameera iki," Cerocos Khusnul made her face turn sour.

If the discussion concerns both names, Shahla is always not okay. Shahla lowered her head looking at her own shadow.

Now he wonders, was he ever too confident if one day Mas Mu'adz will be his companion?

Seems like he was too confident just because he grew up together. Because there is nothing special about him. He was just a child born not of male descent or a religious expert. How could someone like Mas Mu'adz choose him. Maybe Mas Mu'adz just imagined not.

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Assalamualaikum!

It's still Shahla's part!

May the happy ending be Shahla, hehe