Oath Of Love
09# Prospective Son-in-law

Naziya dried her hair with a hair dryer. He also smeared eye cream on both of his swollen eyes.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen. Farida is preparing a treat for Nala, her best friend.

Their house is not too spacious, only two rooms, living room is blocked television room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom.

However, the Nazi house is a very comfortable place to live. Farida is very nice to arrange the simple house to be elegant and comfortable.

“Ziya ...,” call Farida.

“Iya ma'am,” Naziya said while carrying a towel that he would hang in a normal place.

“You did the dishwasher yes,” Farida said while stirring the cooking.

“Haaaakh,” Naziya's breath sounds shrill. “Mommy wants a party? The cooking is very much, ma'am,” he said.

Both eyes of Naziya sparkled to see some good food that had been on the table.

“We will want the arrival of special guests, Ziya,” Farida turn off the stove and walk to take a serving plate.

Naziya was shaking his lips. Then the girl rolled up her sleeves and prepared to take care of a bunch of cookware, dishes and her minions.

Without complaining, the Nazis washed it without waste. Yeah, she's used to doing that when Farida cooks.

“You should also learn to cook, Ziya. What if you are married, what will your husband eat?” Omel Farida who immediately made the Nazis snort.

Naziya glanced with his eyes. “Ziya can cook, ma'am. Cook water, cook rice, instant noodles,” Naziya said proudly.

Farida chuckled amusedly at the words of the Nazis. “Build your husband later if you eat water, Naziya. I mean cooking, cooking good food, such as vegetables, various side dishes,” Farida explained.

Naziya breathed. “Now it's sophisticated ma'am, there are ready-to-eat foods, there are seasonings that are finished, there is a restaurant,” object while cleaning the sink sink.

“You are yes, given advice there is only the answer,” grumbled Farida later.

Not long after, the sound of knocking on the door was heard, followed by a greeting. Assalamu'alaikum

“Wa'alaikumsalam,” Farida replied greetings then opened the door. “Nala, you finally arrived too,” greeted him with a happy expression.

The hijab-wearing woman with a sweet smile hugged Farida tightly. “Alhamdulillah, how are you, Farida? Already better? I heard from Juna you got sick and went to the hospital, why didn't you tell me?” the consecutive questions came out so smoothly from his lips.

Farita smiles wide, “Ah, not serious, Nala. Ordinary, I forgot to take medicine,” Farida replied.

Nala clucking. “No, we're the legal department of lama, Ida. Big or small problems you should have told me. I arrived at omeli Juna, you know,” protest Nala.

“Iya ... Yes, next time I say yes, let's sit down. For a moment I called Ziya, yes,” he said, “Ziyaa ..”

“Ya, ma'am ..., briefly,” Naziya's voice sounded soft from the direction of the kitchen.

Naziya dried his wet hands with a clean cloth then applied a handcream and walked into the living room.

“This is Ziya. Ziya this aunt Nala, her mother Juna,” Farida introduced.

Naziya nodded his head in greeting while smiling kindly, suddenly his heart was pounding. To the extent that when extending a hand to shake his Nazi seemed to tremble.

“I, Naziya ... Aunt,” her voice sounds nervous.

“Pantes Juna directly agree, Ida. Naziya very beautiful,” praise Nala.

Naziya was riveted. Suddenly his face met with purple, as it blushed in shame. A friendly woman. From the look of her eyes it was clear that the woman was a very good mother.

However, the Nazis came back. If Nala knew that Naziya was one of the people who liked to bully Arjuna during Junior High, what could Nala still smile this warmly.

“Ah, could you, Nala. Arjuna is also very handsome,” Farida also praised.

Naziya cleared his throat, trying to relieve the throat that feels thick. “Sorry, aunt ... Ziya to the back first,” pamitnya.

Nala nodded kindly and returned to chatting, letting go of longing with Farida.

***

Guess where my mom is?

phone directly welcomed, after greeting Arjuna again asked, “Mama, where?

Nala did not reply, she turned her phone into a video call.

“Try guess,” Nala pointed her phone camera at Naziya who was preparing dinnerware.

“Ma, seriously mom at home Ziya?”

Arjuna's expression suddenly serious, his eyes bulged, even that Arjuna had been sitting casually.

The woman with the face smiled. “Why? Can't you? Mama did not have time to look at her best friend at the hospital, so, mama followed up to her house,” explained Nala at length.

“Bby, can. It's up to mama,” said by hiding a smile.

“How are you? Oh, yes So ... when is your task completed? Directly return? Not going to Semarang first?”

It seemed, Nala used to ask chain questions. Until Arjuna giggled amusedly from across there.

“Mama-mama, habit, deh. If it is one-one mah. Juna was puzzled he replied,” Arjuna took a deep breath. “Another week, ma. Juna went straight home. To Bandung,” was obviously the man.

Nala just nodded slowly. “Ya, already. You be careful yeah. Mama wants to help her future daughter-in-law who is in order,” Goda Nala.

The woman knew exactly Arjuna. He likes the Nazis. I don't know when exactly. However, when Firman and Nala talk about Harris, Farida and Naziya. Arjuna was always enthusiastic about listening to her.

Arjuna just smiled shyly. “Mama ...”

After the greeting, Nala ended her conversation. Rushing into the kitchen and helping Farida and the Nazis prepare dinner.

***

Two days passed, the light of the sun through the window of the Nazi room. However, the Nazis remained asleep.

Farida who was worried about entering the Nazi room, because it had been two days since the Nazis had left her job. “Ziy ... Wake up bad luck, son. You are not ..” Farida stopped her speech when she touched Nazi's body.

“You sick?” Farida. Naziya had a fever, his body temperature was hot

even the sweat feathers were clearly visible on the Nazi's forehead. His body was shaking shivering.

“Bu ... Ziya's not feeling well, ma'am. Ziya work permit yes,” clear.

“Yes, God son, you are hot. Yes already, just permission to work.”

“Mother make porridge first yes, trus take medicine.” Farida walked into the kitchen.

After seven minutes. The Nazis ate the warm porridge and then took the medicine. He lay back down.

“Bu, Ziya wants to talk to mom. But I don't get angry with Ziya, yes,” Naziya said as she closed her eyes.

“Ziya, you are sick. Later the story now you rest first,” Farida worried.

The naziya shook weakly. “No, ma. Ziya should talk now to mom. It's about Arjuna, bu.”

“Arjuna?” farida's forehead shriveled.

“Excuse Ziya bu,” the glass, “Ziya has been wrong all this time.”

“What is it, Ziya?” Farida is still confused by the story that led to a confession from the Nazis.

Naziya crying, “Ziya bad boy ma'am,” she said while crying. “Saafin Ziya, bu.”

Many times the Nazis apologized to the mother.

Carefully, Farida listened to the Nazis. However, greetings were heard from outside the house.

Assalamu'alaic...

“Shortly, son. Someone met,” interrupted Farida, then walked forward.

“Wa'alaikumsalam..” says. While opening the door. “Nak Arjuna?”