Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 109

Inside the mosque, Fatih and his family were warmly welcomed by the DKM of the mosque. Please take your seat as usual. The regular study began with Ustadz Hasan as the opening act. Continued religious lectures by scholars who were deliberately invited.

Fathya circulated the gaze in all directions, looking around for Naina's figure among the female worshippers. Too many heads made his eyes twitch. Unintentionally his gaze was fixed on the middle-aged figure who was so solemnly chanting dhikr. His eyes closed, as if he did not want to be bothered around.

"Sister! See that guy over there? Who does not want to see?" Fathya pointed out that the man told Rayan who was drifting for a while in Allah's asthma.

The young man opened his eyes, following the direction Fathya pointed at. His eyes squinted, sharpening his sense of sight. Rayan turned her head when she recognized the old figure.

"He's uncle brother Nai!" the screech whispered to Fathya.

"Tell, Brother! That's uncle brother Nai. Means we get along with Brother," exclaimed Fathya so happy.

His face was reddened by the overflow of happiness from within the heart. He inched closer to Seira and Fatih, sitting among those who were dissolved in dhikr.

"St! Don't be noisy, dhikr together," whispered Fatih feeling bad about his daughter's behavior.

"Well, Mah, this brother we stopped by uncle Nai's house, yeah. Nginep, I miss Big Brother, "he whispered to the parents.

Fatih and Seira stared at each other, confused by the Bungsu's request.

"Naaina? Is he here?" tanya Seira mentioned the name of the girl.

Fathya nodded surely, looking at the two middle-aged alternately.

"Why do you know?" This time Fatih who furrowed his brows.

Fathya said, both her parents must have forgotten that the girl was taking Naina.

"I'm the same brother who used to run Nai to his uncle's house. Uncle Nai's house is here, Pah. That's .. tuh, who uses a grey cocoa item peci. That's uncle brother Nai!" exclaiming Fathya while pointing at Asep who still closed his eyes no matter the world around him.

Fatih and Seira frowned, seeing more clearly the figure of Asep who was coincidentally sitting near a pillar.

"Are you sure it wasn't the wrong person? What if it's wrong?" fatih's chirps confirm his son's vision.

Fathya clucked, her lips pouting at Fatih.

"No, Pah. I'm sure it's his uncle, brother Nai. Later, yes, this is us samperin. Continue to ask the truth that he is his uncle brother Nai," challenged Fathya staring firmly at his parents.

Fatih and Seira both nodded, accepting the challenge.

"Can. If you really, Mamah also wants to meet Naina. We just want to go," Seira suggested, too tired if we have to go back and forth Jakarta. The journey they took was not a moment.

"Yes!" Fathya looks excited. Finally will meet the figure of the brother who has been a good listener every outpouring of his heart. Ever since Naina left, there was no place comfortable for the girl to express her heart.

He imagines sleeping on the same bed with Naina, pouring out hearts. Vaporizing longing. How happy, when I had just imagined.

At Adrian's house, Naina sits in the living room like last night. Waiting for Alfin to come for the night there. She sighed, wanting to call, but realized that her husband was busy with teaching activities.

Habsoh, who saw her own smile, felt a little sorry for the woman who hoped her husband would come home. He approached and sat down beside Naina.

"Rest, baby. It's late at night, you must have been tired of nenemin kids." Habsoh rubbed Naina's head gently.

"Well, is the wife heavy? How did Mamah first become Papah's wife?" naina asked unquestioningly, as if Habsoh was her mother.

The woman smiled gently, imagining a happy life in the early days of her marriage to Adrian.

"Your awkward, shy to be more precise. Papah was a gentle man, never being rude. Always praise, flatter, make your love grow more every day. The first thing you do first is to learn papah's favorite food. Mamah learned from Alm. mother-in-law first." Habsoh chuckled at the scene of cooking with the in-laws.

Naina smiled, solemnly listening. His heart warmed up to be in the woman's arms. Not that he wanted to replace Lita's place, but just fill the void that the woman had left behind.

"You know Alfin's favorite food?" ask Habsoh later.

Naina thought, remembering the food that had been a filler for her husband.

"It's like Alfin's not the picky type, Mah. Yang Nai noticed, all the food he ate. Is it okay, Mah, if I ask my husband's favorite food?" Naina raised her head, looking at the smiling Habsoh.

"Yes, it's okay. Ask her, what do you want to eat? Mamah is often the same papah," Habsoh said making Naina's cheeks immediately blushed imagining she calling the name 'gold' to Alfin.

"The advice of Mamah .. You are, right, married. You better change your call to Alfin. Call her Mas, or whatever pleases her," Habsoh softly grasped Naina's hand.

Remembering this afternoon, when Alfin called him by another name.

"So afternoon Alfin called me to use the Arabic name, Mah. I don't think she's calling me," tell Naina the more she blushes both cheeks.

Habsoh rubbed the girl's cheek, cooling her from the taste turmoil.

"Well, that. Starting tonight try to think about what name is suitable for your husband," said Habsoh.

"Later think, Mah."

Habsoh nodded his head. "Yes, now you rest in the room. It's late tomorrow morning, you're going to the dorm again, right? Mamah temenin, yes."

Naina nodded her head in delight, she peeked at Habsoh's cheek before getting off the couch.

"Mommy also rests. Don't sleep at night, Nai doesn't want Mama to get sick." Naina shone her hand, the sincerity was clearly visible from the look of her smiling face.

"Yes, baby." Habsoh took off his grip, letting the woman go to his room.

The sense of haru instantly burst forth, filling the recesses of the soul. Unknowingly tears trickled down, feeling the genuine affection of the child of a woman who once ravaged her happiness.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! O Allah. Lita, you're a great mom. Your womb is amazing, it can give birth to a noble-hearted child like Naina. I asked your permission to consider him my son. Don't be mad at me, Lita. I love your son. Love him very much," said Habsoh while sobbing alone.

He once hated Lita, once loved her, once cursed her, but from her was born an extraordinary child so that he could feel what it was like to be loved and loved by a child.

Habsoh was still sitting in the living room, muttering gratefully. Thanks to Naina's presence, her heart no longer felt empty. The void, which had been almost his entire life languishing, was now filled.

He moved, turning off every lamp in the house and leaving only the porch lighting. Steps swayed leaving the middle room of the house about to his room. However, the earlobes hear sounds outside the house.

Habsoh frowned, sharpening his hearing. Make sure the sounds are real.

"Who?" He mumbled slowly.