Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 107

After Ashar, the mosque is preoccupied with various preparations ahead of the regular evening recitation. There was the wife of Ustadz Hasan and his son, who arranged for the women to prepare dishes to be distributed to the guests.

According to Alfin, pilgrims who come not only from the local population, but also from outside the area regularly undergo a grand study held by the mosque every three months.

"Sorry, yes, the newlyweds are busy like this. Yes ..emang like this if there is a great study, all are busy," said Ustadz Hasan's wife who is no less friendly like Khadijah.

"It's okay, Ustadzah. I'm glad I could help here. So know what activities are routinely held in the mosque," said Naina did not mind at all.

"Oh, this is Ustadz Alfin's wife, huh? It was young, and beautiful." Mothers chimed in praising Naina.

"Yes, hopefully the house will be quick. Let Bu Ustadzah quickly move here."

Naina gulped as the ustadzah call pinned the mothers to her. He smiled awkwardly, heavy-heartedly accepting the call.

"Sorry, Mothers. Just call Naina, don't use ustadzah. I am the faqir of science, the heavy heart receives that call," said Naina conveyed her heart.

"Is it okay to call it a name? I think, really, not polite. Our children are taught by ustadz Alfin, but use his name to call his wife." They nodded in agreement with each other.

Naina grimaced, too embarrassed to hold the status of a famous ustadzah of her qualified religious knowledge. While he, still crawling like a baby, limped in his stride, groped like a blind man.

"It's okay, really. I even seneng if Mothers call me using a name, not ustadzah," replied Naina with a polite attitude again friendly.

"Yes, that's it." They smiled, together making a variety of food in the kitchen of the mosque.

Ustadz Hasan's wife told him a lot about Alfin and his children. How the young man struggled in enlivening the mosque. Invite children to teach and study the book with the ustadz so that not a few who come from other villages to teach at the mosque.

"Yaa Habibati qalbii, yes Humairah!"

The sound of screaming made the women stop their cooking activities for a moment. The loud shout echoed by a young man, made the curious heart want to see. Including Naina there, stunned to recognize her voice.

"Alfin?" He muttered softly, looking back at the body feeling not called by the man. "Who did he call?" His Lisan muttered in confusion, his head bowing in thought.

Until a clap landed on his shoulder made Naina turn to the wife of the ustadz.

"He called you, son," he said with a smile.

"But that's not my name, Ustadzah," said Naina with a frown on her forehead. Alfin stood there anyway, not coming to him.

The ustadzah chuckled at Naina's innocence. "That's the friendly call that the husband says to his wife. It is spoken in Arabic which means, beloved of my heart, red-faced one. Same with, my love, my beloved."

Naina blushed, looking down again to withstand the rising turmoil.

"Come to your husband, he's waiting."

Naina raised her face again, looking questioningly at the woman.

"But why didn't he just come here, Ustadzah?" naina asked still did not know much about Alfin.

"Alfin will not come to a place where many women, Naina. Here are all mothers, for sure she will not come here." Ustadzah refers to women who are busy cooking.

Naina understood, without asking again she said goodbye to them and approached Alfin. Stand shy because of the name that the man echoed.

"What's wrong? Why yell?" ask her with a nervousness that struck the heart.

The woman glanced at the sky, an orange cloud had sprinkled there. The twilight hour had arrived, and he had to return home as Alfin had requested.

"You're home, yeah. Try not to wait for me because usually this routine payroll is finished until late," Alfin asked as he clasped his wife's hand.

Naina nodded, trying to understand Alfin's routine activities. They stepped together, hand in hand, shaking the arsy, making the angels in heaven burning with jealousy.

"Mang, get Naina. He's been here all day and hasn't rested." Alfin handed Naina over to Asep who was waiting on the terrace of the mosque.

"Son Alfin didn't come home?" tanya Asep felt sorry for the newlyweds who had to part.

"Not yet, Mang. How about it later," said Alfin as he glanced at Naina. Lie, if he does not want to go home and spend the night in his wife's room.

"Yes, Mamang anter Naina went home first. If so, Adrian also said he wanted to take a study, but people are busy at this hour are still in the office," said Asep with a smile of understanding.

"Will you come here, Uncle? If so, Nai just wait here. Later come home with papah," sambar Naina felt there was hope to wait for Alfin to finish.

"Hey! Nope! You have to go home, you look so tired. Look at your face, dull keep lethargic." Alfin rubbed his head gently, he continued, "you go home, yes. Rest."

Naina nodded, who could bear to meet the bead that was filled with worry. Naina hugged Alfin without awkward anymore. The fairly intense interaction that day eroded their awkwardness.

Alfin glanced at Asep, slightly meeting in embarrassment. However, he let Naina for a while, diving into the warm sense of his embrace.

"Be careful!"

"Don't be too pampered" said Naina, who was taken by Alfin.

That night they separated again, holding back the increasingly passionate longing. Naina turned her head, waving to Alfin. The man was still standing there, staring at the departure of the Asep bike that brought his love.

One by one the congregation came from various places and regions. Alfin greeted with joy as always. Friendly and polite, courteous and capable in choosing words.

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"Tonight a routine study at the mosque Alfin, we can not attend kayak usually, Mi." Ahmad sighing. That night he was supposed to be in touch with a colleague. Both from the area and from outside the area.

"Sorry Umi, Bi, but the doctor will let you go home tomorrow" said Aminah.

"It's okay, Abi, Umi. There's Busyro as much as the ashes of the children coming there. They must understand," said Khadijah who had just come delivered her husband.

"Yes. It feels like Umi wants to go home now, continue tomorrow we go to Naina's house to unite our two families perfectly," said Aminah impatiently to come to her daughter-in-law.

"Thank God, hopefully tomorrow we go home. Amaliah had everything ready. What will we bring to Naina's house, Mi," said Khadijah was relieved by Aminah's wishes.

Truly, he was very grateful that the old woman's heart had softened.

"Alhamdulillah."

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Naina had just fallen asleep, when something touched her body.