Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 143

Fatih and Seira along with Fathya are still standing waiting for the arrival of Rayan and Biya's car which is slightly left behind.

"Kalo Rayan, I know. What if Biya misses, Mas? He doesn't know the area here" muttered Seira worried about his sister-in-law.

"Hhmm .. hopefully it's still the same Rayan. We go in first, it's not good because it's bad luck," asked Fatih after glancing at the clock on her wrist.

Seira nodded, entered with her husband and the child met Naina and Alfin. They were greeted enthusiastically by Adrian and Asep and their two wives.

"Maa is Allah! Welcome to you, sir. Come!" Adrian leads them to a special place, but they choose to meet Naina first.

"Mother Sei!" Naina smiled happily to see the family coming. A very expected guest for his arrival. Seira and Fathya embrace the woman, and dive into Alfin.

"Where is Rayan with Aunt Biya? How, just three?" naina asked slightly disappointed that she did not see the two people.

"They were still on the road, just left behind. Take it easy, Rayan already knows here. He won't stray," Seira replied with a smile from Naina.

They did a photo shoot. Unceasingly Fathya looked at the niqab's covered face. I want to open up and see the beauty of my sister.

"Sister. Why, how come, wear a veil like that, anyway? Open it, I want to see. Brother must be beautiful. I love this dress, it must be a great designer" said Fathya admiring the wedding dress that Naina wore.

Hearing that, Alfin immediately turned his head with both of his eyes widened. Looking at Naina and Fathya alternately, not happy especially if Naina opened it. There were too many men in the party and Alfin did not want them to be free to look at the wife's face.

"Too many male guests. Brother is not comfortable if you open the veil," replied Naina.

Alfin stroked his chest in relief at the wife's reply. Secretly smiling with a blushing face.

"Honey. You make this at the boutique here? The dress is beautiful, God willing!" Seira also noticed the dress that Naina was wearing. Thinking must be the great designer who designed it.

"You want to know the designer?" The two men nodded quickly.

Naina pointed to a stage where the ten sons of Alfin were chanting the holy verses of the Qur'an.

"He's right there. Our firstborn, that's the one who's teaching it exactly who's holding the mic. She who designed this dress, her name is Salma, still sits in the tenth grade this year." Naina proudly pointed at Salma who was getting a turn to teach.

Seira stroked her chest while smiling haru. In addition to her melodious voice and eloquent reading, the teenager also has an extraordinary talent that will raise her name in the future.

"Maa is Allah! Still a teenager is amazing. Especially if it is developed further, it will definitely be a great person," praised Fatih.

Alfin smiled proudly, he is my son. A child who has dared to appear and echo a sentence of pride 'haa anaa dzaa!' Here's my.

"Aamiinu. God willing, if God wills what is impossible. He said 'kun!' faiakuns. Be," said Alfin though watered down because of the taste of haru.

Fatih nodded his head in agreement, all that happened was at God's will. The soul mate, sustenance, death, it becomes the secret of ilahi. The child who was stranded in the streets without knowing who his parents were, is now transformed into an amazing figure in the hands of a great and has a sincere heart.

"Great children will not be separated from the figure of great parents as well. You're not his parents, but you're great. You have succeeded in becoming parents" said Seira staring proudly at her best friend's child.

A person who has ruined his life can give birth to a great child like Naina.

"Amijin!"

"Well, that's Brother Rani!" pekik Fathya pointed at the entrance of the party.

There Rayan and Rani walk together without Biya.

"Where's Biya?" Fatih came down from the pelaminan approaching her son.

"Bah, Aunty's car is missing. I turned around for nyari, but did not meet. The number is not active." Rayan reported Biya's loss.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim!" Fatih rubbed her face in a huff. This is what she was afraid of, Biya disappeared.

"Sorry, Mr. Fatih. What's up here? Why do you look worried?" adrian looked at their faces one by one.

"Look, my sister brought her own car, but she was left behind. I'm afraid he's stray. I want permission to look first," replied Fatih increasingly anxious.

"There's photos? Let me help you find."

Fatih smiled, nodding happily for help. More people searching will find it easier to find Biya.

"That's it, you all sit down. Let my people search. Come, Sir. Show them what the car is like and what the driver is. They can definitely find it" said Adrian who was rejected unequivocally by Rayan.

"I'm coming!" keukeuh Rayan did not want to be left behind in the search for Biya.

Adrian agrees, he calls some of the guys in charge of keeping the party safe. About eight people in all-black uniforms gathered in front of them. Fatih showed pictures of Biya's car on her phone following Biya herself.

"Find the car in this picture. Probably in this city, as well as the driver. As soon as possible, use your abilities as much as possible!" adrian's words firmly.

"Ready, Sir!"

Fatih and Rayan were horrified to hear their simultaneous speech. Like an army ruled by a commander. Compact, firm, and bold.

They disbanded, followed by Fatih and Rayan and Adrian who will come looking. Previously, they say goodbye first to the bride and their wife.

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On the road, Joseph took his motorcycle slowly. His body trembled suddenly, sweat popping up filled the face. Nervousness does not appear on time.

"Slowly, anyway. When's nyampenya! I want to call my family," complained Biya looking at Joseph's back covered in a leather jacket.

"Mmm.. i-yes. Short again nyampe, kok," said Yusuf terbata.

Duh, Gusti! Deg - degan jiga kieu. (Duh, Gusti! Deg-degan kayak gini).

Joseph was self-deprecating, his illness suddenly came just like that. He made sure his face was pale. Biya frowned as she glanced at the rearview mirror and found the young man's face paled.

"You sick? Your face shoots really," asked Biya a little annoyed that Joseph was driving like a snail.

"Ah .. anu, I'm not used to being close to women. So, a little groggy." Joseph rubbed the sweat on his forehead, desperately suppressing the disease so as not to embarrass him. But still, it was the weakness of Joseph.

Biya snorted, turning to look at the highway that was not as crowded as Jakarta. Tall and large trees line the road, making the environment shady. Biya likes the air, it still feels fresh unlike in Jakarta.

"Well, that's the sound. Then again nyampe, "tell Joseph when his ears faintly hear the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an.

"This njai? Usually if the celebration party is music not njai. This is a study time." Biya mendelik, suspecting that Yusuf will take her to a study society.

"No, kok. You will also know if it has been sampa," said Yusuf who no longer responded to Biya.

The girl kept silent no longer spoke. The closer, the clearer the sound of the Quran reading. Biya frowned when she saw two pieces of janur installed on the right and left sides of a luxury house.

"Well, here it is. Really, not a study." Joseph parked the motor where it had been provided.

Biya was amazed, immediately frowning while reading the name of the bride hanging on the janur. There was a photo of the bride and groom at the entrance, Biya still could not believe it because Naina was so different.

"Come, Ma'am. I will ask my friend for help so that Mbak can ride batre hp in his house," invited Yusuf who no longer sweats.

Biya was like a dazed person.