Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 28

Elsewhere, in a large, luxurious mansion, another girl was lying face down while reading a magazine. Accompanied by the snack setoples, he was busy flipping through page after page. His appearance was very different from the one at that time.

"He's dead!" call a voice loud enough.

The girl clucked, annoyed that her pleasure was being disturbed.

"Yes, Pah. Why?" he screamed from inside the room.

"Come here for a second!"

Nadia grumbled in annoyance, she got up lazily and stepped out. Keep walking on gontai until it reaches the place where the male called to him. He collapsed on the sofa, staring lazily at the figure.

"Why, anyway, Pah? I read tofu again," his mouthful while folding both hands on the stomach.

The man he called papah shook his head, thoughtless with the attitude of the child after returning from studying in high school.

"You haven't changed either, yeah. Papah said that if you go home you have to wear a veil. Shame on the neighbors. Do you want your parents to be ridiculed, huh? He said the son of ustadz, what, that?" scowl the papah with annoyance.

He stared disappointedly at the only princess. Expecting to change, it actually becomes more and more.

"Green to know, Pah. This, right, at home no one will come. Udahlah, if I come out also I use a veil, right," he complained the desire of the papah.

The man sighed, shaking in disbelief at the child he raised.

"Why did Papah call me here?" ask him lazily.

"Nadia! That's polite, kid, if you're talking to an old man," scolded a woman with a full look. His body was wrapped in a loose cloth, a large hijab perfectly covered up to his stomach.

In her hand carried a tray of warm tea for her to serve to her son and husband.

"How polite should I be, Mah? This is me also polite, not angry," fiercely while taking a piece of biscuit on a plate.

The woman sighed, glanced at her husband who was holding a cell phone and stared fixedly at their daughter.

"Is he on the phone?" tanyanya sat in front of Nadia.

The man went and sat down beside his wife. Sigh for breath and then reach for the cup containing the warm tea.

"So Ustadz Ahmad called, if Alfin did not want to be betrothed because he already had a future wife," he said lethargic.

"He's, isn't he, just a marbot. There's no way I can handle my needs, Pah. Thank goodness that he did not want to be fooled," Nadia sneered as she shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! You can't do that, son. Even if he's just a marbot, it's a noble job. He takes care of the house of God, the problem of sustenance is already there is a regular, you do not need to be afraid." The woman regretted the arrogant attitude of the child.

"But, Mah. Life is all money, all money. In Jakarta, I'd like to piss pay. So, if I marry a marbot who has no income how can I be treated? Make eating difficult," chirped Nadia insulting the profession of Alfin who is only a marbot.

"Astaghfirullah al-'adhiim, O Allah." The woman stroked the chest, feeling like she had failed to educate the child.

"But actually too, Mah, which is said to be the same Nadia. Our child is the adequacy of his life from childhood, whatever we participate. Now, if suddenly he can not meet his needs he must be shocked," said the papah defending his son.

Nadia agreed with her papa. But not for that woman. He just wanted his son to change, for that brought him to the house of Ustadz Ahmad to match him with Alfin.

According to the news circulating, the youngest of the distinguished family was just a mosque marbot who did not earn income. Taking care of orphans, teaching to teach with his fair share of pay. For most people, it may be the work of lazy people.

However, to the woman it was not, what Alfin did was noble work. The salary is paid directly by the owner of the sustenance. She wants her son to live a simple life, understanding the meaning of life with Alfin. Not just spending money, and can be more grateful.

"From the beginning Papah always menjain our children. Life has to change, Dad. It was time for Nadia to learn to be grateful. Mamah asked her to study in Egypt to study independently, but she instead chose Jakarta and lived freely. Keep Papah even supported him instead of Mamah," said the woman sadly.

Nadia snorted, there was no remorse on her face. He is used to living a good life, all-sufficient will not want to be in touch with the life that is under it.

"It's not so, Mah. Not good if we force our desires on the child. Nadia is an adult, she can choose what is best for her. Okay, don't talk about it anymore. Ustadz Ahmad suggested we bring Nadia to his nephew's cottage," said the papah made the face of the hijab woman sparkled bright again.

However, it was different from Nadia's reaction. His two eyes nailed unhappily, another matchmaking, with a pious.

"The cottage is Nak Fahmi, Pah. Yes, we have been there and the santriya .. maa shaa Allah, a lot. Is he not married?" said the enthusiastic mama.

"Said not yet. Not long ago, his father died. So, he was the one who replaced the leader position in the cottage. Well, if Nadia wants us to go there aja sowan," replied the man while glancing at his son.

The woman gently touched the child's hand, through that touch she said her request.

"You want to, yeah, kid. Nak Fahmi insya Allah is Sholih and alim. She can definitely lead you to be a sholihah wife. He graduated Egypt, and now reportedly a lecturer at the famous campus in this city," pinta the sincere mamah from the bottom of his heart.

Nadia snorted, grumbling in her heart because she had to face an ustadz who required her to wear a veil just like the mama.

"You won't be short of Fahmi's marriage. He has a steady income, the house is already there to stay, but you have to adjust your appearance because Fahmi lives in the boarding school," said the papah did not make Nadia look happy.

He glanced lazily, imagining his life having to change.

"Father already said that you are an Egyptian graduate, son. So, inevitably you have to adjust," he continued successfully made both the wife's eyes widened in shock.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim, Pah! Why is Papah lying like that? Oh, my God, Pah. Why not be honest if our children are school in Jakarta." The woman looked disappointed, her heart was sore because her son and husband had been blinded by the world.

"How else, Mah. Papah is ashamed to say that our children go to school in Jakarta." The husband gave up his honor as an ustadz in the city.

"Yes Allah. It's up to you guys. You are disappointed with you!" He just left, locked himself in the room. Crying alone, regretting the inability to be a wife is also a good mother in the house.