Nadhila Story
Mother Tahlilan.

Hessel came out of Nadhila's room, dressed in his clothes, which Nadhila had taken from the trunk of his car. He approached Tio who was sitting alone in the living room.

Hessel frowned, not finding his wife sitting there, "Nadhila where?" ask Hessel inwardly.

He then sat on the sofa opposite Tio. While Tio looked at his big boss with question marks, because seeing Hessel who seemed relaxed inside a girl's house especially now, the girl only lived alone.

"Have you waited a long time, Tio?" Hessel. He grabbed the map that Tio put on the table.

"just now. Sir" said Tio.

"Sir Hessel, did you come to Madam Nadhila's funeral?"

Hessel nodded with his eyes reading the contents of the map he reached earlier.

"I really didn't expect. Though last night I had just met him," Tio grabbed a glass of tea that Nadhila had served.

Hessel now looked at Tio, "You were here last night?" tanyakanya.

Tio nodded, "Yes sir. I just proposed to Nadhila, through her mother," Tio said.

"What will be the will of the mother, Nadhila married Tio?" inner Hessel.

"But Mother handed her decision to Nadhila. And Nadhila asked for time, because he wanted to be wise first," Tio continued honestly.

"Well how is this, pity Tio," Hessel murmured in his heart.

Hessel felt sorry for Tio, because Tio had deliberately come to propose to Nadhila's mother, and was waiting for an answer from Nadhila. However, what happened was that he married Nadhila without her guessing. Under the pretext of fulfilling the will of Nadhila's mother, who wants to see Nadhila marry in front of her corpse.

Of course Hessel took that chance. He really loved Nadhila. So there is no need to struggle to get Nadhila. Only Hessel had to be patient at this moment. Waiting for Nadhila was truly accepting and had feelings for her.

"Sir, I just got a call from the assistant of the Presedir of PT Maha Karya. He asked for a meeting tomorrow at our building" Tio said.

"Please take care of it, yeah! it looks like from tomorrow Nadhila can not enter the office" said Hessel.

"Good Sir. Then I'll step down. Please give my regards to Nadhila, "Tio took his leave and told Hessel to give his greetings to Nadhila.

"Yes" said Hessel briefly and flatly.

Hessel stepped to take Tio up to the terrace of the house. His eyes looked towards the front of the house, precisely as fast as Nadhila's house. Nadhila was sitting talking to Ms. Sari who had told her the will.

After Tio darted out of the courtyard of the house. Hessel went over to Nadhila. Ms. Sari immediately smiled when she saw Hessel coming closer.

"Son, let's sit down!" sapa Bu Sari's. Until Nadhila turned to follow the gaze of Bu Sari.

"Yes Ma'am" Hessel sat down beside Nadhila.

"Look son, Dhila here is talking to Mom about Almarhumah. Do you have a suggestion, it's in the mosque or just at home?" ma'am Sari asked Hessel's opinion.

Hessel, who had little understanding of the event, fell silent first. "I leave it to Dhila, ma'am. But if possible in my opinion, in the mosque only" he said.

Nadhila stared at Hessel at a glance, "Yes I also agree in the mosque, ma'am."

Hessel stared at the many white envelopes on Nadhila's front desk. He wondered what the envelope was for, "That's a lot of envelopes for what, ma'am?" ask Hessel.

"Oh this. Create tahlilan events later. After the show, then shared. It's Nadhila who's all filled in" explained Ms. Sari.

"Why don't you tell me, Dhila?" Hessel asked Nadhila. Hessel felt why Nadhila did not involve herself.

"Sorry Sir. I don't want to bother, father" said Nadhila. Makes Hessel exhale violently.

Ms. Sari frowned, "Dhila .. after all she is now your husband. Whatever you have to discuss. And especially should be open,"

"That's exactly what Bu Sari Dhil said .. want whatever it is I'm now your husband," continued by Hessel.

Nadhila lowered his head, "Yes sir," he said.

"Yes I want to add" said Hessel, opening his wallet from his pocket. But then he realized that in the wallet there was no cash. Because he used it for dowry.

"No need. Just make an event tomorrow. If you want to add. Lagian atm here is far away" said Nadhila.

"Yes Nak. Atm here is far away to be near the office building what is a big one," said Bu Sari forgetting to say the name of the company building.

"The building where Nadhila works is, ma'am" Nadhila said.

Hessel is just a beard.

***

When the magrib arrived, Hessel participated in congregational prayer in the mosque with other residents. Nadhila is like that. After the magrib prayer is finished. Pak Kiyai Anwar led pilgrims to fight. Praying for the Almarhumah of Nadhila's mother.

Up to an hour the event is over. And Nadhila from the doorway helped Bu Sari distribute the envelopes that had been filled with money, to pilgrims who started one by one out of the mosque.

Now lives Nadhila, Hessel, Bu Sari, and Pak Kiyai Anwar. The four walked in tandem.

"Sir Kiyai, thank you very much. Already willing to help lead the prayer for the mother," Nadhila said thank you.

Mr. Kiyai Anwar commented with a smile, "It's Dhil's duty .. so there's no need to thank him" he said.

Hessel felt there was an idea to study for Pak Kiyai Anwar. However, Hessel thought again that he would be ashamed to say it. But, for the sake of wanting to find out and get knowledge, Hessel will eliminate his embarrassment.

"Sir Kiyai," said Hessel now, after a war with his mind.

Mr. Kiyai Anwar turned his head, "What's wrong?" friendly answer.

Hessel glanced at Nadhila first, "Em ... Sir. Can I study with my dad?!" Hessel said hesitantly. Afraid of being laughed at by Mr. Kiyai, Nadhila, and Ms. Sari.

"Learn what, son?" ask Mr. Kiyai gently.

"About teaching, prayer, and the science of marriage" Hessel said firmly.

Nadhila, who heard Hessel's words, felt touched. Because, Hessel really wanted to learn about religion.

While Bu Sari smiled proudly. He already understands. From the criteria of Hessel who seemed long abroad so that he forgot the teachings of his religion.

"By Nak Hessel. Learning doesn't have to look at age. Because it requires knowledge there is no age limit. When do you want to start learning?" Mr. Kiyai stopped walking because he had arrived in front of the fence of his house.

"Fastly Sir. What about tomorrow?"

"By Nak Hessel. Son Hessel, just come to my Pesantren Cottage. That was next to the mosque," he said.

"Good Sir. Thank you in advance,"

"Either. Do you want to stop by first Nak Hessel, Dhila, Miss Sari?" Mr. Kiyai Anwar offers.

"No Sir. We just go home." Nadhila is now speaking.

"Yes my sir too" said Bu Sari.

"Yes already. Be careful, yes" said Mr. Kiyai Anwar while opening the gate.

"Yes Sir. Then excuse us" said Hessel.

Nadhila was stunned by Hessel's attitude that was so polite to the old man. It does not have to be seen from the rich, or the poor attitude. Sometimes they are rich, but their attitude is poor. There is a rich poor attitude. Which is even worse. Some are poor, some are poor. Mending who is already rich, his attitude is also rich, it looks better.

"Dhila, are you daydreaming?" Hessel looked at the silent Nadhila.

"Eh i-iya sorry," Nadhila immediately realized that he was daydreaming on his way home.

***

Seriate.