ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
PROCEPTIVE SO-IN-LAW

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...“If there’s any message to my work, it is ultimately that it’s OK to be different, that it’s good to be different, that we should question ourselves before we pass judgment on someone who looks different, behav different, talks different, is a different color.” – Johnny Depp...

...“It's okay to be different. We have to question ourselves before we judge who looks different, behaves differently, speaks differently, is a different color.”...

...•••...

After Ameera came home, now Nayla was the one who could not go home. I don't know how many times Nayla refused to eat lunch here. However, he was made to be unwell after some of the sisters of Kanaya also told him to eat.

Now, this is Nayla. Was stirring up some side dishes for lunch.

"Umma hasn't asked, has he?"

Ameera asked.

There's only a 'kana and her here, and who did Ameera ask?

"Ask what, umma?" Kanaya asked busy cutting.

"Not good."

Ameera looked at Nayla and continued with Kanya's eyes. "Sir Nayla?"

Ameera nodded while smiling amusedly. "Yeah." Yeah."

"Ask what umma?" Nayla turned off the stove, then stepped her feet closer towards Ameera who was arranging on the dining table.

Only those who served in the kitchen, thanks to orders from Ameera of course her.

"Why can't you cut a piece?"

Before answering Ameera's question, Nayla was embarrassed. "Can't not be umma." Answer her grimacing.

"Then?" Ameera asked still with her curiosity.

...•••...

"Gus Shaka."

"Yes? Why Lukman?"

"There is no place to sit the guests of his family, ummi uztad."

Shaka shows the sport of the people standing. "Where?"

Lukman nodded. "That's full there." Point it towards another tent.

Shaka seemed to think, the third day was already this crowded? Especially on the seventh day? Shaka let out a tired sigh, after which went towards the few people there, and Lukman followed him from behind.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh." Greetings Shaka and Lukman.

ALAIKUMUSSALAM WARAHMATULLAHI WA BARAKATUH

Really very crowded coming, about 5 buses are now parked safely in this restaurant. Not to mention the guests who have enjoyed the dishes.

"Sorry, can you come with me this way?"

It's all a nagging, they've been here for 15 minutes. And of course the direction from Shaka was very quickly received.

Shaka leads the street, leading to the mosque. There is no more sport to sit, so he is inspired to use the mosque only for now.

This mosque is large, it must fit for some mothers and fathers here. Lukman returns to his place of origin, receiving guests in front of the fence.

Shaka smiled widely as the guests were already seated. And they've started it, started to send prayers' prayers', sending his condolences to 'abi Arsya.

Shaka also returned to his starting place, coordinating some directives. The santri who did not return home, now has helped Shaka a lot. How not? From day one, they helped.

Especially like santri who has served here. There is no doubt their loyalty to this pesantren.

Like Lukman, Lukman has served for about 3 years here. Abba's trust, right hand. Even if his Abba goes out of town to attend an event, there will definitely be Lukman beside him.

It's not just Lukman. However, there are many more who have served here. And not only men, women also serve in this pesantren.

If their fools have arrived. Maybe they will stop serving. However, unlike the uztad shaki al-Faruq. He is married and already has a momongan, even so still serve here.

If his Abba trusted Lukman. He's more familiar with Shaki. Shaki lives in a pesantren, a special house for married uztads.

"When the hell happened, Shak."

Shaka rolled his eyes puffed. This discussion has been caught off guard Shaka heard from his close mouth. "It's better if uztad keep his son, why closer to me than his own father?"

Shaki stared in annoyance at Shaka. Syumeisi ahla hanina, is in Shaka's arms right now. His son is very henchman when with his uncle, but if together his shumei will be 'rewel.

Syumei's age has only gone 9 months 1 week, still very baby for Shaka's carrying.

"I'm scared, this."

"Fear why!" Shaki seems panicked, becoming a father has just shaki career now. Thanks to his hard work first.

Syumei had fallen asleep frozen by Shaka, and Shaki was breathing. Shaka wouldn't do anything about this kid, would he? Thank goodness Shaka is still sane.

This Shaka doesn't like children very much. And Shaka himself felt strange, even though he did not like children. However, why did Syumei look like her henchmen just dikelukan her?

...•••...

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"Well, did you tell me, mother?"

Nayla nodded small.

"Umma just found out, if you're Abyan sir's son with Zara." Ameera spoke with a stiffening at the end.

Nayla rearranges some side dishes at the dining table. "It's mostly, umma?"

"Not really." Ameera pulled the chair in front of her and sat down. "You're sitting down, too, dong?"

Nayla smiled and nodded small. "Where is the ummah?"

"Before calling his mas,"

The two of them sat down, and shortly Kanaya appeared and was followed by ... Like her, Aunt Caca, mas Handika, her husband. And Aunt Tyas and her husband Mas Anang. Aunty Caca and mas Anang are the younger siblings of 'Abi Arsya, while Umi Ameera is an only child.

"Well, who is it?" Tyas asked looking at Nayla.

Tyas was busy in the kitchen outside when cooking with some mother village, so he missed the info. While her husband, Caca and Handika, already know that Nayla is the son of 'abyan, nothing more.

All her sitting joined, Kanaya taking her place beside Nayla. "Camen, what's Auntie?"

As Caca wanted to answer, Shaka appeared in the doorway. He walked towards the single seat, seat 'Abi Arsya used to sit, now his self that occupied. "Rame, huh?"

Caca nodded in spirit. "Can, is there camen?"

"What camen, honey?"

Handika's question made Kanaya and Shaka very anxious to vomit, they were made nauseous. "Of! Ihh, how can he say that in front of us!"

Handika chuckles amusedly.

"The camen..." Caca answered while looking at Nayla.

Nayla has been made awkward, especially now. Thanks to Caca's gaze, now all pairs of eyes look towards him. "Why, Auntie?"

Nayla asked.

Caca smiled sweetly and widely. "This camen yes, future daughter-in-law ... Yes, mbak?"

Ameera chuckles as Caca passes the question on her. "Maybe, right?" The next one is flirting.

"Udah, no! Now we eat."

Everything was made to laugh, Shaka was silent as well as Nayla. What the hell is this? Both are confused, they are being teased, is that it?

Nayla glanced at Shaka with her eyes tails, and Shaka did as well.

"That's it!"

The two of her caught off guard are looking at the gaze now by 'Caca. Caca smiled happily. "Bak, mate cepet!"

...•••...

"When are you going there again?"

"Just come home."

Nayla smiled when she saw Kanaya— beside her was now smiling a little. "When else, huh?"

Kanaya nodded happily. "Should, dong?"

"How much are you, anyway?"

"This year passed the PDF (formal Early Education) sis."

Formal Diniyah Education (PDF) is held in the form of education units ula (basic), wustho (intermediate), and Ulya(top). The shape of the ula is held the shortest in six years, the wustho three years, and the Ulya three years.

Nayla nodded in understanding, she landed her head on the back of a car. The clock showed at 4pm.

Well, that long Nayla was at the boarding school. And now Shaka and Kanaya are assigned by the umma to take Nayla home.

Nayla was reluctant and wanted to go home to order the grab as usual. However, Ameera had a hard side to drive him.

And so now his third was in the shaka' car. Shaka was busy driving, and the two sat in the back. Just like Shaka who became a driver.

"Uztad?"

Shaka glanced at the rearview mirror of the car as he was called uztad. Well, it's impossible for his sister to call him uztad, right?

"So uztad don't even bother to be complexed, again huh?"

Well, Nayla's asking.

While Kanaya is now busy playing games on her sister's phone.

"No, uztazah."

Nayla nodded a few times. "Uztad leads the pesantren, now?"

Shaka stops his car, already in front of Nayla's house turns out. Nayla was ready to go down, herself was stuffing some stuff from umma Ameera for her mother into the bag.

"Okay, thanks uztad ... Kanaya." He opened the car door.

He nodded sometimes. Kanaya came down and moved forward. "We're saying yes, brother?"

Nayla laughed and waved her hand. "Yes, bye ... Assalamualaikum."

"Wait."

Nayla didn't step her foot in, she raised her eyebrows when Shaka stopped her to enter.

Kanaya asked now. "Why, mas? Anybody miss nayla's sister huh?"

Shaka looked at Kanaya. "No," then continued to look at Nayla. "I'll be here again, wait for me."

As soon as Nayla's eyebrows two two of her rose, surprised.

And the sensitive Kanaya, immediately smiled happily.

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