
Along the way, Asma was just silent and not the slightest talk to Bilal or Khadijah, when asked something, he would just shake his head and nod.
Nervous, afraid, worried, and confused to be one in Asthma at this time. What if he made the wrong decision?
In the airport, the driver of the Bilal family was waiting.he immediately helped Bilal bring their goods.
In fact, even now Asma is still reluctant to speak.
Until the car stops in front of a beautiful house, Asma notices the house is good, and she realizes the house is not much different from the one in her dream. Then, a few meters across the street, there was a tall and large building, and there was the inscription 'Pondok Pesantren Al Hikmah' Asma looking at the building, did he have to study there? not far away, think.
"That santri putra dormitory" suddenly Bilal voiced as if he knew what was in Astma's mind. Asma glanced at Bilal, then she again glanced at the building "to the princess santri, there behind her, just a few meters from there"
"So, if I'm going there, I have to pass through the dormitory building?"
"Yes, but what the hell, honey. I'll pick you up later, we better get in now. We'll talk later about school, yes" Asma just nodded with her flat face. Khadijah went first. Asthma was surprised because in front of Bilal's house there was a fountain. He ran and came to her how could he see all that in his dreams, he thought. But when he saw it, he looked disappointed because there was no beautiful fish like in his dream.
"What's up, honey ?" bilal asked and wrapped his hands around Asthma's waist. Asma recalled her dream.
"What the hell" he answered, and walked away from Bilal.
"Welcome home, Neng Asma" said a middle-aged woman to Asthma very kindly, Asma only smiled at a glance.
"Come, Asthma. Enter your room has been prepared" cried Khadijah.
Asthma saw a corner in the house, not so fancy, but beautiful, not so big, but it feels comfortable "your room is on the 2nd floor. Let me drop you off, so you can clean up and rest"
Before following Khadijah to his room, he turned his head because Bilal did not come in, but moments later, Bilal appeared with his suitcase.
The three of them went to Asthma's room.
"This is your room, if you don't like the decoration, the color, or whatever it is you tell me yes, we will call people to decorate your ulangkamar" Asma noticed every detail of her blue white room that was, quite large, much larger than her room in the village. And in addition, this room is very complete, wardrobe, closet for books, tv, dvd, study table .and sofa. His room also has a large glass window, Asthma opens it and the instant the wind blows in sweeping his face as if giving a greeting .
"I have to go to the pesantren. There is a deliberation of words
Hubab" said Bilal as he laid the Asthma suitcase.
"But are you tired, Mom? Better rest first" cried Khadijah so gently, Asma who heard it felt inferior, he would not be able to become a wife as gentle as Khadijah.
"What the hell, you two better take a break. Let Bi Mina help Zahra with her stuff"
"Yes, after finishing his deliberation straight home yes, dinner at home" Bilal nodded. And he approached Asma who was still standing by the window and his gaze was straight on the garden beside his house.
"Zahra, I'm going first. You rest yes" Asma refused to answer and it managed to pinch Bilal's heart until it felt sore.
"Yes, I'm going first. Don't forget to take your medicine" Bilal told Khadija. Khadijah smiled and nodded his head, and Bilal immediately rushed out of Asthma's room, making the khadijah's smile fade instantly.
Something Bilal forgot, a kiss. Bilal always kissed Khadijah before leaving. Then why didn't Bilal do it now?
Khadijah immediately exited the Asma room feeling disappointed, and at the same time Bi Mina entered.
"Neng, let Auntie help you with your things huh" Asma nodded. When the closet was opened, he found that his closet already contained clothes that seemed to be Bilal's clothes.
"Why are the clothes here?" ask Asma.
"This is my room, Neng. Since three months ago, you've been sleeping here"
"Together with Khadijah?" ask Asma hesitated, because he would not want to stay in this room if this room was the former room of Khadijah and Bilal. But Bi Mina even laughed a little.
"Of course not, Neng Asthma. Mother's room is next door, this room is empty. But three months ago, you started occupying this room"
"Is this the guest room?" ask Asma again.
"Wait.." call Asthma when Bi Mina is about to go down the stairs. "Can I have some water?"
"Yes Allah.. aunt forgot, Neng" Bi Mina patted her own eel "Yes, Auntie get it, sorry Neng Asma"
"What the hell" Astma replied with a slight smile on her lips.
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After finishing Isya's prayer, Asma immediately called her parents and chatted a little, telling them that she was fine. Although actually not, want to feel in saying that he wants to go home, but the word Abi and his older brother to learn to be mature is always ringing in his mind.
After disconnecting her phone, Asma settles down on her bed. His heart felt unsettled, his mind was like raging, until the sound of knocking on the door made him sigh annoyed.
"Mrs, dinner's ready. Father and Mother were waiting below" Bi Mina's voice sounded from outside her room, lazily Asma got off the bed and opened the door.
"I'm not hungry" he said, then closed the door again. Bi Mina also told Bilal and Khadijah that Asma said she was not hungry.
"Mas, he hasn't eaten anything since noon, he's sick"
"Let me do the talking, you eat first"
Bilal immediately went up to Asthma's room, he was about to enter the Asthma room but it turned out that the door was in the key.
"Zahra.. Open the door, honey" there's no reply from Asma. Bilal again knocked on his door once again "Zahra, later you will be sick if you do not eat" still no answer, Bilal's emotions were almost provoked by Asthma's behavior but he restrained himself.
"Zahra, if you don't want to open the door, I broke it" shortly after uttering the threat, there was a sound of choking from the inside, Bilal opened the door that was not locked anymore. She found Asma sitting by the window and left her window wide open.
"Zahra.. close the window, there will be many mosquitoes, and also later you catch a cold" Bilal immediately closed the window tightly
Asma moved to the bed and still did not make a sound.
"Zahras... "Bilal comes to Asthma and sits in front of Asthma "You have to eat, I don't want you to get sick, dear" Bilal exclaimed as he rubbed his cheeks gently
"I'm not hungry" said Asma and kept her face away from Bilal's hands.
"But still you have to eat, from this afternoon you have not eaten. Or do you want to eat here? Let me bring you some food here" Bilal said very gently, Asma's memory spinning back on the first time he ate with Bilal. At that time, he scolded Asma who told Bi Ida to deliver food to her room.
"Wait a minute, I'll take food for you" Bilal said as he stood up.
" I'm going down" cried Asma when Bilal was about to leave the room, Bilal smiled happily to hear it.
"Come" Bilal pulled Astma's hand and brought her down. Seeing her husband and honey walking hand in hand was certainly not a happy sight for Khadijah. Jealousy again tickled his heart, but he would always try to suppress that jealousy because now Bilal not only belongs to him, but also belongs to Asthma. And that was his own decision.
"Zahra, later you have to undergo some tests before entering school, I think you do not need to repeat it from first grade, maybe you can enter second grade or third grade. I've taken care of your registration"
Asma simply nodded while feeding a spoonful of rice into her mouth and painstakingly swallowed it.
"So, I'll give you some materials for the test, you'll learn yes later" Asma once again just nodded. Bilal and Khadijah looked at each other, no longer knowing how to take care of Asthma if it continues like this.
they ate in silence, but only a few minutes, Asthma seemed to have finished even though the food was still on her plate, after sipping water from the glass, he immediately went back to his room without speaking.
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Tbc...