ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
DAD NOW

...-HAPPY READING-...

...What has come to you is never meant to miss you and what has missed you is never meant to reach you. - A THIRD OF NIGHT...

"—Because, that?"

Nayla nodded at the correct sign. "Yes, but almost everything, I invited. And kas—kamu, ngak I invite."

Nayla grimaced at his words, and the interlocutor chuckled.

"Okay, so it's clear?"

Like, it's a discussion about that.

Nayla sighed, sitting on the terrace of the mosque. Because only Shaka's uztad hasn't given him an invitation paper, and he's looking here. And also in relation to uztad Shaka is his regular customer.

"Clear because of dad."

Shaka smiled. "Who else, right?"

Nayla just nodded small.

"So, this is the last invitation. Yea?"

Nayla grimaced a bit with a smile. "Yeah." Yeah."

"So, aren't you busy?"

Nayla frowned, she meant busy? Obviously he was busy. Busy taking care of some renovations that are almost 78% and not to mention decor.

"Can I talk, for a second?"

Nayla glances at Shaka's uztad. Shaka who was sitting a meter further away from her, was smiling.

"Can."

Well, for now Nayla will rest for a while. And about caffe, after this, after Shaka uztad said that he was busy or not? Then his plan was to go.

"Your money, how much?"

Nayla raises her eyebrows, you mean?

"Why? I look old, huh?"

Shaka chuckled then shook his head. "Plan after graduation, later. Where you going?"

Okay well, maybe Shaka uztad wants to get more familiar with himself. Alright Nayla will also exaggerate her as well.

"The plan, want to focus more on caffe anyway. But I have goals, you know? Tad."

Tad's? Uztad, the call was already the second time today shaka warned, so as not to call her 'uztad'.

"Appointments? What's?"

"I want to go to Cairo Egypt, but I really want to be 'the pilgrimage of the same family, in sha Allah."

Shaka speechless. Cairo? Egypt? Shaka has been there. And umrah? Also, but hajj?

"My little family later, I mean. If umrah was the same father as mother, already once, once had a father when his company was almost bankrupt, uztad."

"Saka." Correction Shaka, who I don't know how.

Nayla chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, Shaka uztad."

Nayla glanced back at Shaka. However, when his gaze met, he immediately set his gaze forward.

"Pope ... The Uztad? How many?"

Shaka is facing forward. "Just you, haven't answered my question."

"My life is 23, eh—24."

Shaka chuckled as he saw Nayla laughing at her own statement.

"I, 27."

Nayla nodded at a glance. "Can you get married, huh? the uztad."

Nayla laughed softly. However, Shaka nodded. "But dear, perhaps the soul mate God will give me is not there yet, you?"

"imm? Me? I haven't thought about that first, tad. Maybe I am a crook, yes? Didn't people say that?"

"Kualat, how?"

"And people used to say, if there are people who want to practice friendship in order to get closer. Or, proposed. We refuse, meaning Kualat," Nayla said, ending with a ruckus.

For a moment Shaka was silent. "You, proposed?"

Nayla nodded small.

"But I refuse."

...•••...

Don't ask how busy Zara is right now. Well, he's very busy. Abyan, the husband has forbidden her to not be too involved in intervening, let the paid person who decorates.

After being modified, this caffe looks bigger than before. Though only change the paint and table layout only. And outside, the parking lot is wide, it can accommodate more than enough for any vehicle.

Nayra was busy with the design for the new menu. Well, hopefully many do not put their hearts on yesterday's accident.

"Nayla hasn't come yet, deck."

Nayra paused for a while and looked up at her, and then shook her head not knowing.

"That's it, don't overdo it either. Even more effective later 'alay, loh?"

"Ih! How's alay, mother?"

"Yes, don't go overboard either. It's so cute."

Assalamualaik...

"That's Nayla's sister, mother," said Nayra glanced at the door and turned to the mother.

"Yes, you know."

And when Nayla stepped inside, her smile broke. He said about 78% had just finished. However, now it can be said to be 98.8%, just think of it like that.

There's been a lot of people here. The four waters are very helpful, and the mercenary Abyan. But, now that Nayla has not seen Abyan's whereabouts, there is something she wants to convey.

"Where are you, brother."

Nayla turned to look at the mother who was walking towards her. "Mount of several campus buildings aja Bun, and uztad same degree existing in study."

Zara nodded.

"Oh, yeah! Dad haven't Dateng?"

"No, I don't come by here anymore he said. Straight home, 'cause it's a little overtime."

Nayla was disappointed.

"Why?"

"There's a need to talk to me."

"Mother ngak? Play the secrets of the story?"

"It's no secret." Nayla looked at all the corners of the room. "It's all right, isn't it Bun?"

Zara nodded. "Why?"

"I'm home, can I?"

"Yes ... Mommy can go home with Nayra, I pesen grab again. Okay mother."

Nayla walks her legs around. "Assalamualaikum, beautiful mother."

Zara took a deep breath and threw out a slow. "Wa'alaikumussalam."

...•••...

"Dad."

Abyan, now in the kitchen. The kitchen is quiet, there is no queen here. "Home home?"

Nayla gave a small nod as she walked who wanted to greet her father. "Dad ain't busy, are you?"

Abyan shook his head then after that chuckled. "Tumben nanya, want to talk about what?"

Nayla leaves when Abyan steps into the television room, watching Spongebob Squarepants, Nayla's favorite series.

"Dad, know Shaka uztad?"

"imm? The shaka? No, I don't know."

Nayla was silent, but Shaka said she knew her father, but why did she not know him?

"Really?"

And Abyan nodded.

"The new uztad is, yeah."

"Shaka's name?"

Nayla nodded small.

"Dad don't know." Abyan watched television.

But uztad Shaka knows! Or, uztad Shaka lied to her?

Flashback off

"I want to see your father."

Nayla scrunched her forehead, confused. He was confused, for what uztad Shaka to his house?

"Make what, uztad."

Shaka chuckled before replying. "No need to think no-no, I know Mr. Abyan and the same Mr. Zara. I just want to see you."

Nayla raised her eyebrows. What is he thinking about himself?

"Uztad knows, same dad?"

"Famous."

"Banget, really, really."

Before replying, Shaka laughed again. No longer chuckling, nodding, Shaka replied. "Banget, really, and really!"

Shaka smiled broadly

Nayla is silent

Then Nayla smiled so wide, that her eyes were curled. Clearly it made the smile on shaka's face expand as well.

"I'll ask you later, same dad."

"Not believe?"

Nayla nodded cheerfully. "Believe it, oh yes! As a regular visitor at the caffe, uztad I love the coupon tomorrow."

"What coupon?"

"Free food coupon—"

—flasback

Well, that's how the discussion of Nayla sabelum herself resigned. Why does uztad Shaka say know? And the father didn't?

"What's his full name, who? Maybe you know his last name, right?"

Nayla refocused her attention on Abyan. Come to think of the full name of Shaka uztad, if not wrong.

"Shaka son of athalla, yeah."

Can Nayla feel the difference in the look of Abyan's face, from ordinary to a little shock.

"What's? Shaka athalla's son?" Abyan asked.

Nayla nodded. "Yes, dad."

And after that, Nayla sees Abyan getting up from the sofa leaving her. "Where is Dad going?"

"So soon, I'm going to get a cell phone."

A cellphone? Wh-wh-what for? Let it be, maybe a sudden deadline job, Nayla thought.

However, apparently. Not until one minute Abyan returned with a mobile phone of course in his hands.

"This, right?"

"This what?"

Nayla looks at the screen of Abyan's phone, with a glance but manages to make Nayla raise her eyebrows, asking, why is there a photo of Shaka!? The father's phone?

"Photo uztad Shaka?—Ayah know dong?"

Abyan nodded.

"So dad said, don't you know?"

"Kan, earlier. Which Shaka do you think? If you knew this shaka, would you know dong? And what was that? The Uztad? Shaka, uztad?"

Nayla noticed the happy look of her father. "Dad really knew?"

Abyan nodded. "Know."

"Know where?"

"What's clear, and I'm familiar with. And I asked why did you call her, uztad? Shaka is uztad? You know him? And ... Is he home?"

Nayla stared at the strange father, why so many questions his father? Who's Shaka?

Nayla took a breath before replying, already irritated. I don't know what it is, I don't know what Nayla's annoyance is? Or why is Nayla upset? He doesn't know.

"Uztad Shaka the, new uztad. The study that was in the mosque. Obviously I know, because all the uztad there is friendly. And why is Shaka so uztad? I don't know. When I knew him, Shaka uztad. What's he so?"

Abyan remained silent.

"Would you like to, would you mate with him?"

Now, Nayla was struck by shock and fell silent.

...-TO BE CONTINUED-...

Hix... Angry akuhh!

You mad? I asked you to be angry? Aye! Getting angry?

Ohh angry anyway?

^^^Aceh, 29 May 2023^^^