Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 11

"Nai! I delivered, yes," said the manager as Naina waited for her booked ojek.

"Eh, Father. No need, sir. Also be late until the taxi" said Naina not good with the offer of the man.

"Nai, why do you always refuse whenever I want to help?" the manager could no longer hold it.

Naina's down, it doesn't feel good. He did not want to dream too high, if in the end he would fall back into a deep abyss.

"Sorry, Sir. Sa-i ...."

"Naaina?"

The girl raised her face when someone called out to her. Naina nodded slowly, staring at a man in a typical jacket sitting on a motorcycle while holding a mobile phone.

"Ah, yes. Me," replied Naina, turning to face the manager.

"Sorry, Sir. Next time we talk again. I went home first, assalamualaikum," said Naina as she turned and climbed on the bike without waiting for a reply from her.

The man sighed, looking at meu the figure of Naina who went with the motorcycle taxi driver. He walked inside, back to his job.

Naina glanced across the mosque, looking at the young man who was handing out food to all the children who were lined up. He smiled, more and more amazed by his humble figure.

Aware of anyone noticing, the young man who claimed to be named Ahmad raised his head to check the situation. Honey, Naina is no longer there.

He shook his head, hoping that the girl would appear once more before the day began. However, all of that is only the desire of reason, while reality is not in accordance with the desire.

Naina dropped down on the front seat of her room, contemplating while staring at the ceiling imagining their meeting. His lips involuntarily smiled, his tongue muttered softly mentioning the name of the young man.

"Tell!"

"Eh, i-yes, Bi. Why?" Naina gasped as Aunt's voice called out to her all of a sudden.

"Why, really, smile at yourself? Another mime, huh?" seductive the aunt while smiling mocking him.

Naina melengos hid the red hue on her cheek.

"No, really, Bi. Nai is mediocre," he said lying, but his heart frowns erratically.

"Hopefully just mediocre. Not until satan sono." Sumiyati laughed as Naina turned her head with glaring eyes.

His figure is lost behind the front door, serving loyal customers. Naina shook her head while blushing in shame. He was a sambet, a handsome devil at his workplace.

"Ahmads. The name is good, religious according to the same person. Is he, yes, the one who likes the Maghrib in the mosque? Her voice was so sweet, O Allah," muttered Naina as she recalls the voice of the holy verse of the Qur'an that someone chanted in the mosque every time she stood guard at night.

"Tuh, 'kan. Smiles are now prancing around. Why, uh? Aunt, mah, so scared." Sumiyati shuddered as she walked quickly past the chair where Naina was sitting.

The girl scratched her hair, looked around then walked into her own room. He dropped his body, lying on his back staring at the ceiling of the room. Without feeling, fatigue leads him to dreamland. He slept in the afternoon.

****

In the minimarket where she works, after Naina left from there the manager was agitated. Considering the plan to come to Naina's house according to the address listed on her job application document.

"Did I just go to her house, huh?" he muttered while folding his lips thinking well and not.

He was stunned when he heard the voice of the employees chat outside the room. Another idea published his smile. The man moved, straight to the cashier's desk where Naina's friend worked.

"Ask what, sir? About Naina, huh?" tease the employee who makes it unable to evade.

"Ekhem. Know it you." She blushed.

"Know, dong. Dad, don't you, he talks a lot. Keep chasing, sir, if you like him. Relax, as far as I know he's single. No one has it yet" he whispered encouragingly to the superior.

The man's heart flowered to hear the answer he wanted to ask. The smile became more real, the red hue on the cheeks was spreading. She is in love with Naina.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks, yeah. Real work," he said as he walked away.

Naina's friend snorted, then laughed. Naina's a closed girl, doesn't say much if you don't have to. However, she is a good girl, likes to help without hesitation as well as selflessly.

"Hopefully successful, sir. Keep chasing Naina's love!" he mumbled alone and then laughed to himself.

The Manager walks into his room again, opens the phone and looks at the picture of Naina he stole.

"I won't give up on your heart, Naina. Until I will keep chasing you. You're different from most women, friendly and polite, but unfortunately closed."

He muttered while looking at his phone. When Naina's image is drawn, a natural image is not made up. Smile as it is, makes the heart anxious erratically.

****

At the mosque, the young man who had just finished distributing food to all the children there, sat dumbstruck in the porch of the mosque. Leaning on one pillar, staring at the momentary procession of clouds that changed color.

"Maaina ... Naina's."

Lisan muttered the name of the girl who had managed to steal his heart. Smiling himself imagined their brief introductions.

"Maybe we can meet every day, yeah. I want to get to know him more closely." He continued muttering until he was unaware that someone was standing behind him smiling.

"Ekhem. Which woman has captured the heart of Alfinza? I want to know what it will be," the other person mocked the young man named Alfinza.

The young man gasped, gulping his saliva in shame. He turned around and smiled embarrassedly when he saw a man with a green sacrifice smiling at him.

"Eh, Mr. Ustadz. When do you stand there? How, not saying?" said nervous.

Red hue on the cheeks he could not hide his presence, shame spread throughout the heart because it was found to be thinking of a woman.

The man he called ustadz sat beside Alfin. Bending his knees and hugging him, he looked at the ornamental fish in the pond beside the mosque.

"Yes, it's okay. It is time to think about your wife. Your age is enough to get married, work does not need to think anymore. The house and everything related to the household God willing will follow. Do not worry about the same sustenance, all there is a measure will not be exchanged. Yes, if it's steady, don't hesitate to say the same to me. We immediately apply him," said Mr. Ustadz while looking at Alfin's face that looked grim.

"What's wrong?"

He sighed, thinking about Naina whether she had the same taste as him.

"I don't know, Mr. Ustadz. You've only met for the first time and just met today." He sighed again still thinking about Naina.

"Well, just calm down. If he is your soul mate, there's nowhere to go" he said, patting Alfin on the shoulder to support him.

The young man smiled, nodding very understandingly.