My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Aisha

Aisyah POV

Aisyah Almaira Yusuf is my name.I was born from a family that is, since childhood my father and mother always spoil me by granting whatever I want. but that does not mean making me grow into a spoiled child whose wishes are always obeyed without exception, because every treatment my parents in pampering me, always accompanied by advice and upbringing how I became a child who was always grateful for what God gave me.

since childhood, my father always took me to the boarding school that is owned by his father hafidz. said the father, in addition to visiting can also all learn to teach at the lodge. at first I did not want to be ashamed of the many santri who passed there, there, but after seeing how clever a hafidz about the science of religion made me envious and also wanted to learn more about religion, because all this time I only studied religion through private tutoring at my home.

as time went by, hafidz and I grew up together. We always exchanged opinions on every issue, under every circumstance.Tsanawiyah school, was in school, I had to move to Surabaya while dad had to take care of one of the can

bang his company is in trouble. with sad feelings I also joined my parents there, because honestly I am more at home living in Bandung. earlier I wanted to go to the place of hafidz but my father and mother said that they could not be far from me because I was their only daughter. while in Surabaya not a day did I miss to contact hafidz, because there are always things that we told or discussed at that time, and that made our friendship even closer to a distance apart.

entering high school, I returned to Bandung because the father's business in Surabaya was finished.was his father and mother wanted to continue living in Surabaya, but I did not want to, but I did not want to, and finally they obeyed my desire to return to live in the city of Bandung.Good sense back to my hometown, let alone I will return to see someone who had long wanted me to meet.

who else is 'hafidz'? well, it was she who always filled my days with her voice, with her joking and with her deep religious knowledge that always fascinated me and amazed her, to this day, that feeling never changes.

"fidz can you ask me something?" I asked one day when we were in my yard, because by chance hafidz was going to my house to deliver a book from his brother to my father.

"maybe, about what?" he said while looking straight ahead.

"about, what kind of woman would you like or want to make a life partner someday?" embarrassed I dared to ask that, because honestly I was very curious about it. hafidz looked at me briefly, then looked straight ahead.

well, even though we've been friends for a long time, Hafidz has always kept his eyes on me and has always kept his distance from me. As of now, he said, even though we were busy chatting but the distance we were always far apart.I am not offended, because it is precisely that that makes it always perfect in my eyes. not a few men who try to approach me at school or out there, they always look for ways to get closer to me, but not with hafidz. he always kept his distance even though we were close, he always kept his eyes even though we were facing, and that always captivated me.

"what is it like? what is clear is that she closes her aurat perfectly, her beautiful heart, simple and what there is. Maybe such a woman that ana likes" she replied casually

"ko maybe?" ask me again, because from his answer as if he is not sure what he said.

"hahaha," hafidz just laughed at my question.well, I know he's playing me, he's not taking my question seriously.

"the basics of anta yah, nyebelin" I Aisyah, threw the seat cushion next to me to hafidz.

"in any case, it's not unusual for things to smell romance"

"yes, can ana know about it. Besides now we have both grown up, it is not wrong dong ana discuss about it. it is already fidz,, buruan answered what was difficult anyway" asked me with a pouting face

"well, it's hard, the question is difficult to answer because Anna herself also does not know what the answer is"

"ko don't know? everyone has their partner criteria in the future, including between them definitely"

"that's why, why don't you just answer the anti question"

"oh rich angry his host,,, hehehe yes yes Afwan ana wrong" he hafidz cupped his hands in front of his chest.

"yes, the hunt is answered but seriously the answer is"

"yes, seriously, eumm, just a search on google first"

"hafiiidzz.." I, Aisyah threw a pillow right in her face, and quickly stood up and left the hafidz into the house.

"Aisha,, aish, angry at the story" she said as I began to step away from her

"yes, now really seriously answer her, do not get angry dong,, aisssshhh," I continue to step regardless of her call. justin aja, let her feel guilty hihi.

well, it's one of my memories of being with her. Now she's away from my sight.but this heart never changes for her.

"aish, baby we had dinner first yuk" mother's voice called out to me, as I was cool thinking about hafidz.

"yes ma'am, Aish is coming down in a moment" I replied as I got out of bed.

"who's your dad, Mom, didn't you just come home from work?" ask me when I'm sitting on the dining table chair

"so you've come home, but go straight to the boarding school hafidz said he would talk to kiyai" replied the mother who was also sitting on the dining table chair

"can't I take aish?"

"indeed, Aish wants to do it again, right, from there?"

"yes, I don't want to go hee"

"why? the same hafidz? neither does the person exist"

uhukk,, uhukkk, uh,,

I immediately faltered to hear the words of the mother.His embarrassment, hearing the mother say it. Even though the actual feeling was indeed there, her, but mom must have known about it without me telling her directly.

"you don't have to be ashamed of that, because you've always been your age so I know what Aish is feeling right now" she said, giving me a glass of water. there was no answer from me to what my mother said just now.I would rather continue eating than having to discuss it with my mother. because even though she is my mother, the shame is still there when it comes to romance chapters, and I don't think I'm ready to be open about how I feel about anyone, except for my diary, which was always where I wrote down all my feelings, I'm sorry, ma'am, n

not aish does not want to tell just for now, aish is still shy about admitting aish feelings about hafidz to mother.