ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
GUESTHOUSE

...-HAPPY READING-...

...The most perfect of his faith among the believers is the best of his deeds, and the best of you is the best of his wife...

"I'm Alfred Hitchcock's collection from childhood. Green ghost mystery, disaster nut mystery—"

"—FOR WHAT?" Nayla was really made into shock right now. "I can only read in the first pussy, astaghfirullah ... Can I borrow it?"

The girl seemed to think for a moment. "But I've been in the barn for a long time..."

Then, Nayla smiled. What the fuck? So well-known? You know the name of aja belom, have you been asking for it? Whatisthis? This girl did not think she was this ... SKSD right?

"HAHA ... Brother whose name is." The girl reached her hand forward and was immediately greeted by Nayla's hand. "I'm Humaira Kanaya's sister, brother?"

Nayla smiled sweetly. "Me, Nayla."

"Sir Nayla, what?"

Still with a smile not gone. "Queen Nayla Az - Zahra ... What's your nickname?"

"Like brother anyway, about his rame who called me ... Dinda, Nay too!"

"Nay?"

"Mm!" A nod to that spirit made both corners of Nayla's lips stop at nothing to not smile.

"Where's brother?"

"Where's what?"

"If you want that book tomorrow? How can! How's it?"

"What's up?"

"HAHA .. What is it? But this also wants magrib, if I haven't been kesorean I want to ajakin brother to my house."

Nayla smiles. "Okay, tomorrow huh? I'm sorry, I want to take care of you? You mean I really want to collect it?"

"I have his signature, brother?"

Okay well? Don't ask Nayla again, that's enough! He was very eager to go to this gedis house, and took all the comics he had. Eits, Nayla won't be that greedy, okay?

After all this was done, and after the two exchanged their respective phone numbers, they separated.

Well, maybe today Nayla was a little lucky. And he is grateful for that. For a long time he wanted to collect Alfred Hitchcock's work.

...•••...

This morning, he was in front of someone else's house. After being told through the message and of course he was very impatient to get inside.

However, before stepping his feet to immediately knock. The door opens from the inside. A middle-aged woman, who was certainly still very beautiful was a little surprised to see her presence that was not invited.

"Assynnnya ... Auntie," Sapa Shaka was friendly, he walked over and was about to greet.

Zara's outbursts are enveloped by her hijab, not the mahram. "Yes Allah ... You know ngak? Aunty and Aunt husband, really want to meet you?"

Shaka chuckled a little then nodded. "I just found out, too, that Auntie's here. I've been here a week."

Zara let Shaka sit down, and soon Abyan was among them. For you information, this is still at 9 am, and fortunately abyan has not been about to leave for his office.

"Shaka right?" Abyan clenched his tongue several times, his excited hornbill welcoming this guest.

They hug the man, Shaka takes Abyan's hand and kisses her. "Om how are you?" Ask him kindly.

"Om mah, good! You're the one who's doing?"

"Tante was good old."

The two continued to chat warmly. Zara wants to make a drink. And when it reached the kitchen, there was already the child who was hanging indistinctly.

"Why?" Zara asked, continuing to pour tea.

"Who, Bun?"

"Uztad Shaka" replied Zara, turning her back.

"Really familiar? How can? How's it going?"

Zara chuckled small.

"Yes, it can be a family affair." Zara replied with her amused smile. "Where are you?"

Nayra flashed a forced smile and shook her head in ignorance. "So he said, I'd like to see you. But who knows which temen?"

Zara turned her body. "Udah? Mommy is ready, you don't want to go to caffe, right?"

Nayra.

"Jude, come on!"

"Where?"

"We talked to the mother's family, Ayuk cepet! You're acquaintances, huh?"

...•••...

"This? Not wrong, is it?"

Nayla has long been spinning around in this beautiful intersection. However, it is not his finding of compounding or housing. There is only ... Pesantren cottage!

Kanaya's house ... Desantrenched! No, like he wasn't. Maybe Kanaya forgot to send herself a home address, and maybe Kanaya accidentally sent her boarding address.

...

...

Well. However, according to Google maps it is not wrong. Okay he'll call Kanaya's contact, so that it's not wrong.

The first call is not lifted, but Nayla will not give up if she has not gone to the third.

"Assalamualaik."

Nayla frowned. Who the hell?

"Wa'alaikumussalam ... It's Kanaya, right?"

"Do you need to be with Kanaya? For a moment. I call her Kanaya first."

"Ba—good."

While waiting for the receiver of this phone, Nayla got out of the car. "Sir, wait a minute?"

The driver nodded friendly. "But if the address ... That's right here, mbak."

"I'm waiting to answer the phone, sir. Not long."

And after that, can Nayla hear intelligence across her phone.

"Hello?"

"Yes Allah ... Kanaya right?"

"Hehe, yes brother. Was it nyampe? Okay I'm out now."

Nayla did not want to ask first, herself wanted to see for herself a large fence that read al-jannah boarding school was open with her own.

The phone's still connected. And Nayla smiled with relief as the fence was not yet open.

"Mistaken address? Where's the big brother?"

"I'm in front of the al-jannah boarding school. Okay, I'm riding grab again aja—"

"—loh? Nyampe loh sis. Time to go home again? Just jerk!"

And a second later, the fence that Nayla had not wanted to see was open. Now it's wide open, and there's a pretty girl with a sweet smiling brown Khimar there.

Nayla turns off her phone, as Kanaya ignores her hand. "I'm sorry sir? Excuse me first."

The driver nodded.

Nayla crossed the street, then immediately embraced for a moment. "Why don't you tell me, if you live in a pesantren?"

Kanaya. "No papa, brother. Come onl! We're at my house?"

"Eh? Don't tell me—"

Kanaya awaits Nayla's still-restrained answer. She smiles. "I'm the son of the owner of this boarding school, I also go to school here. But I live her in the girls' dorm, so hers is it! I can collect a lot of comics, yeah because kamik I won't be confiscated."

Well, Nayla's expectations have dropped. Like his self wrong choose—friend?

"Corn!"

...•••...

"I'll be back."

Kanaya shook her head firmly. "No need! I don't read it either."

Nayla sees neh strange. This girl is very royal, this is they just met kemaaren loh? Time is familiar?

"No! I will be turning back ... But, no in this time of the decade, huh? About her brother too, again dizzy make thesis."

Kanaya let out a long breath. This brother is so stubborn. "Judah anyway, it's up to you."

Nayla chuckles a little.

Nayla packed one cardboard box. Well, one cardboard comic in the decective genre can be Nayla decked out right now.

"Sister?"

"Hm?" Nayla is not focused on the front.

Kanaya woke up to walk towards the door, there was already the mother who was looking at her two. "mma? Why umma?"

The umma who was called just shook her head a little. However, his gaze headed towards Nayla.

"That's who?"

Nayla looked up at the front.

"That's it, sister Nayla."

Nayla smiled awkwardly and walked out of this warehouse room. "Sorry, Auntie."

"Cock I'm sorry?"

"Hehe ... I'm making a auntie ngerepotin's son." Nayla looked at Kanaya.

Kanaya squirted both her eyes while giggling.

"Now, deck?"

"Yes umma?"

"You're called your friend, outside."

Kanaya gave a small nod and looked at Nayla. "I'm saying yes umma? Sis?"

Both are nodding.

After Nayla died and ... Kanaya's mother, Nayla is made awkward. How is he behaving now?

"We're sitting in front, yuk?"

Nayla looked up at Kanaya's mother and gave a small nod. "I'll take that first, Auntie?"

Ameera nodded and smiled.

The two walked towards the living room. One thing Nayla can say is simple. Even so, this living room is designed very comfortable.

"Your money, how much?" Ameera asked patting the seat beside her.

"... 24—tante." Nayla replied a little awkwardly.

"HAHA, don't be awkward with you? Call aja 'umma. You didn't call?"

Nayla nodded small.

"Yes too, Naya said. If he meets the same person who likes comics like him. At first umma also thought it must be as temporary as Naya, it turns out you are an adult."

Nayla was a little grimaced in embarrassment now. "Yes Aunt."

"Umma, you know?"

"Yya—Umma."

"You want to help umma, don't you?"

Don't ask Nayla's heart now. Aaaa her self is scared! Well he's been scared! If this aunt asks for help that Nayla can't sell—

"Help cook."

Eh?

"Book?"

"Can you? If you can't? Help you until you can."

"It could be, umma."

Ameera got up from her sitting. And raise his eyebrows. "Corn! You have lunch here anyway!"

"But, don't cut the chopsticks, umma?"

Ameera nodded not wanting to know.

...-TO BE CONTINUED-...

Ahh~

Relieved

Not much

That's enough

Byee

Thanks to you

^^^Aceh, 5 June 2023^^^