Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 70

The Sinful Angel 70

“Mbak Tya.” Khalisa scattered happily as soon as Tya came down from the white Fortuner who brought him to the house of Khalisa. “I've been waiting from ten and now it's almost eleven. I thought Ms. Tya didn't come here.”

“Sorry, the road is a bit jammed. Then the map was a bit clumsy to enter the gate of the complex and rummage about this address, maybe the signal again ugly. It's late.” Tya hugged Khalisa back, both hugging full of longing.

“Sent by who to here?”

“Send by people who work at Rumah Mas Bhisma. His name is Mang Eko. Multitalented person, all can. Starting from being a gardener, security guard and driver can,” kekeh Tya. Mang Eko who was carrying luggage from the trunk to the porch and heard suddenly felt jumawa when his work ability was praised by the mistress, because the master more often protested and fussed at him. It's just that now the way it goes is so strange, rigid like an army of robot soldiers, a side effect of praise.

“The car entered the garage only, Ma'am,” said Khalisa when inviting Tya into the house to coincide with Mang Eko who just finished lowering the goods.

“Not working, Khal. I haven't been long either. Abis Dzuhur wants to go home again. Have not had time to unload used suitcases from Bali yesterday.”

“Yaahh, why so little? I want to talk a lot with Ma'am. Then later at one o'clock in my house there will be a monthly routine briefing study whose worship of mothers around this complex, the wives of Bang Yudhis colleagues and some close acquaintances. Maybe Mama wants to follow. The lecturer Ustadzah Farhana, the explanation is very good. Still his cousin has a beauty clinic where we meet again. And I also cooked a lot of this to welcome the arrival, Ma'am. I really miss the same weight of Ms. Tya, want Mbak do not rush home,” said Khalisa rather sulking.

Tya seemed to think for a while, then painted a wide smile. “Mmm, I'll play here longer. I also want to chat a lot with you.”

“Serious?” Khalisa's round eyes sparkle.

“Iya, seriously. Lagian Mas Bhisma came home in the afternoon even often at night. So I went home Abis Asar only. For a moment, I want to ask Mang Eko to come home first, so no later wait. Later ask to be picked up when you want to go home.”

Tya was about to turn outside the house, but his arm was quickly held back by Khalisa. “Not ask to be picked up again, Ma'am. I'll take you home. So did Ustadzah Farhana's anterin. The house in Antapani, right? The path is in line with the address of Ustadzah Farhana,” Khalisa explained sincerely and Tya nodded in agreement.

Khalisa invites Tya to talk in the family room, not in the living room. So that the nuance of familiarity is felt, because for Khalisa, Tya is part of his family even though he does not have blood relations, not just friends.

They talked a lot, especially about the long story of Tya who was taken away by Jordan and ended up stranded in the metropolitan, also told about Caca. Khalisa also said how he married Yudhistira Lazuardi. Who originally for the custody of Afkar who thought it turned out to be a way two hearts are paired together.

“The process we meet and are united with a true soul mate sometimes not common. But that is the miraculous way of Allah the Great. Unexpected by reason. Bang Yudhis married me so that Afkar's custody would not fall into the hands of Mas Dion's family. At first I did not think that we had become real husband and wife because we were too focused on the issue of custody. But after the day that Doctor Aloisa opened my mind to what was called marriage, I realized that rights and obligations were within it. The kabul wedding is not a game, because a marriage cannot happen without the permission of the Almighty and I believe it. Many have planned to mature but ultimately failed to get married. The sacred kabul spoken in front of the ruler, also witnessed by Allah SWT and his angels. I learned wisdom after studying, all the good things that happen in our lives that are sometimes beyond expectations are the answers of our delayed do’a-do’a. What to be grateful for and not to be wasted,” said Khalisa in a thick grateful tone.

“Oh yes, Ma'am himself how does the story finally marry Mr Bhishma? Said Bang Yudhis, he said Mbak Tya's husband was the son of one of the prominent families in Bandung City. He's a good guy, even very, very good. Mbak is a person who does not hesitate to sacrifice for others, really deserves the best,”, Khalisa said.

Tya laughed a little. Khalisa's praise does not make him big head, just all the compliments that are thrown make him more introspective. Not infrequently makes him feel more unworthy of receiving such flattery and branded good. Because every second, Tya felt himself just a man covered in sin.

“The story is long,” said Tya who then told me what needs to be told. Just the finer points, peppered with a little romance story to make it sound natural. No mention of symbiosis.

They had lunch together full of joy. Afkar who has returned home joined. After the Dzuhur prayer, Tya helped Khalisa improve in the side pavilion. Arrange mineral water in packaging and help roll out carpets with Bi Dijah when Disha whines to be breastfed.

Some of the congregations began to arrive. All dressed muslim. Tya re-entered the central room where Khalisa was changing Disha's clothes with sarimbit Muslim clothing.

Tya withdrew because he felt a bit hesitant because he did not wear the hijab even though the clothes he wore were covered and polite. Wearing a loose toad combined long-sleeved tunic with the tip of the top shirt past the knee.

“Khal, I think I want to go home aja deh,” Tya said while wetting his lips restless.

“Lho, why?”

“Gini, to be honest I have never participated in the study, so it is a bit groggy. I also don't wear a hijab. So, I'll just go home yeah.”

“Eh wait-wait. His clothes were polite and closed. If it's just hijab, just wear my hijab, don't go home first. Many wedding banquets are usually delivered, basically guaranteed likes and husbands certainly added affection. I'll get you some hijab, so Mbak can choose which one he wants to wear. Titip Disha for a minute ya.” Without waiting for Tya's answer, Khalisa handed the cute baby to Tya and ran to her room.

“Yes, Khal. Duh, how is this? Though not only because of the hijab, but I do not want to blend with the good and honorable women,” his great-grandson is lethargic. Restoring her own hair.

Disha's tiny hands patted Tya's cheeks. Laughing widely and looking at the beautiful woman who was holding her with her clear eyes. Muttering baby language. As if giving consolation made Tya chuckle sweetly.

“Beautiful baby, are you entertaining me?”

Seriate.