The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Creating a Dream

"Oh...oh...., this is why again?, Nyimas why else Ara?", Umi approached Tiara who was carrying Nyimas' body.

"I'm fine, with rest too, usually healed immediately", Nyimas refused, he immediately looked healthy, only his eyes were dewy.

"Really...?, are you okay?", looked at Tiara.

Nyimas nodded, with a smile on his face, so that Umi and Tiara would feel calm.

Nyimas walked slowly towards his room, accompanied by the worried gazes of Umi and Tiara.

"Who is Umi?, I just saw her", asked Robi.

"He was Nyimas, he came with your Papih, he said meeting at the market, Nyimas was being chased by unknown people, so he was brought here" explained Tiara.

"White?, how can you?, usually Papih is a person who is indifferent, never want to interfere with people's affairs, let alone this person who is new to him", Robi laughed.

"Then, Papih where is Umi?", Robi asked again,

"It's been on the bed" Umi smiled.

"Kirain Papih wants to sleep in my cowboy",

"Yes here, bed time parted", Umi smiled.

"Euh.., yes yes.", great-grandson Robi. In his heart of gratitude, may this be a good start to the relationship of his parents.

"Already.., Abah is waiting, you meet Abah there immediately", orders Tiara.

"Yes Umi, I met Abah first", said Robi, he stepped into Abah's reading room. There Robi again learned new things with Abah.

While Tiara, he began to see reports for the Islamic New Year commemoration in Pondok. The plan, all princesses will wear Muslim clothing designed by Bu Arimbi.

So, the concept is a torch parade as well as an exhibition of Muslim clothing directly worn by the students.

"Alhamdulillah., it's almost finished, just add details embroidery a little bit", muttered Tiara.

"So Nyimas why yes?, how strange, the pain can suddenly be so, the look in his eyes implies a great hatred, but somehow who?", Tiara spoke for herself .

"Heum.., Robi seems to have begun to master some books, Alhamdulillah .., he can quickly adjust to the environment here", Tiara smiled.

Again there was a warm feeling flowing in the recesses of his heart, only towards Robi Tiara feeling it, not to anyone, including to Fikri.

"Hah", Tiara threw her body onto the sofa, leaning her body there to sleep.

Fikri who had arrived at his door, immediately cleaned up the things he brought from the village, he stored them in a safe place, the goods given by Dery to him.

"You stay here sweet, it's not yet time for you to show up", Fikri grinned, she hid a small bottle of Dery's hand in her wardrobe.

"It's going to be exciting, stay to meet his friends Dery in the workshop, what was his name yesterday.", Fikri seemed to think .

"Oh..iya ..., Joko....Aleks, the two of them are going to execute the second plan" Dery grinned.

"Robi...., end your history..., please you have fun first now, but it won't be long, ha...ha...ha."..", Fikri laughed loosely.

But at once his laughter subsided, as he recalled the event, which disturbed his mind.

"Nyimas...?, Nyimas....?, do not-don't...., said Bi Iroh they also went to the City, what was that him?, but...it seems impossible, the, he came alone, without children", murmured Fikri.

"Ah.., why think of him anyway.., he is the past, don't remember, Tiara is now my main goal", Fikri blinked his eyes, and he looked back, he wanted to fly all his memories to his past.

That memory will only make him retreat, and slump, or it could make him curl up in a prodeo hotel.

'No.!, it must not happen, the past must remain buried forever', Inner Fikri spoke.

"Gue must move quickly, lest the past pursue and obliterate the future I dream of" Fikri murmured.

"It looks like tomorrow will have to see Joko and Aleks soon, let all the plans go and work out as expected, and be on time.

Fikri was now on his bed, he had to leave early in the morning so that no one suspected him when he left the cottage.

Fikri woke up early, even when the initial adhan had not reverberated. "This is who is adzan?, how good is it", muttered Fikri.

His intention to go quietly to the workshop, he paused. Fikri chose to go to the mosque first, it has been almost a week he did not pray at Al-Furqon Mosque.

Fikri can already guess, who proclaimed the adhan this time Ustad Dzaqi. He rushed to the mosque, last night Abah did not know his return.

Once at Madjid, Robi was standing in the pulpit of imam, now Fikri who stood at the last shaf.

Throughout the prayer, Fikri's heart was burning, it turned out Robi was able to pray, the reading was tartil, not inferior to him.

Praying this time, Fikri prayer that is so deafening his ears, Robi was fluent in reading the Qur'an, his voice was so melodious to pray, almost exceeding his ability to read the Qur'an.

Want it to feel he went and just out of his prayer shaf, but as hard as he could bear, despite the tightness whack in his chest due to holding back anger.

So as soon as the greetings, Fikri directly out of the Mosque, he walked quickly to his motorcycle, he was already sultry to hold the anger.

"This can no longer be allowed, he has changed a lot, this is a danger ", growled Fikri .

Fikri took his motorcycle out of the gate, and he only turned it on after a few meters from the gate.

Fikri drives his motorcycle fast, he vent his anger to Robi through his fast-paced motorcycle.

The streets were empty in the morning as if supporting him, so that Fikri could freely control the streets as he pleased.

Until he reached a workshop that Dery showed.

"Here it seems that soon you too will perish with your master", grinned Fikri.

He arrived when the day was starting to light, he had to wait for a while before his workshop opened.

"Which one is Joko and Aleks", murmured Fikri.

Fikri did not go directly to the Workshop, he had breakfast chicken porridge first while paying attention to the situation of the workshop.

After feeling enough, he just approached the workshop, Fikri put his motorcycle there, "Bang, please change the oil", he asked as soon as he met the workshop employee.

It just so happens that there Ronald and Ilyas, if Joko and Aleks, are obviously still on the bed .

"Where else is Bang, just the two of you" Fikri said.

"There are.., ordinary still in sleep, they turn to guard the afternoon Mas, we divide the working hours" said Ronald without suspecting in the slightest.

"Oh .., good is Bang, so it could be his break" Fikri argued.

'Eum.., noon has to come back here again ', thought Fikri.

It turns out that he was wrong, only later in the afternoon Fikri could meet with Joko and Aleks.

"Already Bang, thank you", Fikri gave some money to Ronald.

"Yes.sama-sama",

Fikri momentarily felt confused, he had to go where while waiting for Joko and Aleks.

"Huh.., it seems like I have to wait until they are there", Fikri drove his motorcycle without direction.

****

Ms. Arimbi opened her eyes, she felt a throbbing sound in her ear. And how shocked she was when she found herself sleeping on her husband's chest, half-naked.

"What the hell is this?", Ms. Arimbi immediately pulled a blanket to cover her body, but she turned her face back when she saw her husband was not wearing a cloth.

"What's wrong Mih?, where's the blanket, this cold" muttered Mr. Robani, still closing his eyes.

"Wake up Pih!", Ms. Arimbi threw a pillow at her husband's chest.

"Aww..", Mr. Robani complained, he immediately opened his eyes and pulled seprey to cover his body.

"What Papih did last night", Ms. Arimbi glared at Mr. Robani.

"Ouch...Mih... time must be explained again anyway.., yes we are 'so', so now this is also", great-grandson Mr. Robani.

"Flum...!!", cried Bu Arimbi.

"Ssttt.., do not make a fuss Mih.., remember this in people's homes, ashamed if until they know, after all we are still legitimate, this is not a sin, this is not a sin, anyways Mamih who last night nyosor-nyosor Papih, yes would wake up", cheeky Mr. Robani.

"Hurry up and take a shower!, look we're late, not yet praying", he looked down with a reddened face.

Yesterday she felt, thought to be a dream, but real, who was with her last night was her own husband.

After cleansing themselves, they pray together. Thank God this is really a good start for the relationship of Bu Arimbi and Pak Robani.

Carefully they both came out of her room, like a newlywed, they were embarrassed to get caught by bad luck. Fortunately, the house is still quiet, all residents are still in the mosque.

Ms. Arimbi went straight to the kitchen, she brought warm water for her husband.

"We go to the market, buy kitchen necessities for here, shame Abah, we've troublesome them here", said Bu Arimbi.

Mr. Robani squinted his eyes at Ms. Arimbi. 'The more beautiful ', it feels like the courtship period first', Mr. Robani's inner talk.

"Iye.., kok even silent so", Ms. Arimbi turned her back to her husband, she felt not care to be stared at so by Mr. Robani, even though she was her husband, but last night, they haven't done it in a long time.

"Yes.., Papih interracial" said Mr. Robani.

"But for a second, I'd like to take Risman as well",

"Who?", look at Mr. Robani.

"Later Mamih explained, rarely met, so have not had time to talk anything with Papih",

Before long all came, Abah, Umi, Tiara, Nyimas, and two boys. Which instantly makes a lot of home atmosphere.

"Sorry Umi, we are misfortune, can not go to the Mosque", Ms. Arimbi lowered her head.

"It's okay, at home also can still pray together" Umi's smile.

"We have breakfast first, I've ordered I know, soon to be delivered here", smiled Ms. Arimbi.

Sure enough, before long the sound of the door was knocked, and Mang Amat was already in the doorway carrying a packet of coupat order Bu Arimbi earlier.

"Alhamdulillah Mang, thank you", Ms. Arimbi gave two pieces of money in red.

"Just take it back" smiled Ms. Arimbi.

"Yes, thank you Mom", Mang Amat smiled as he immediately left Abah's house.

They had breakfast I tofu together while occasionally joking.

"Where did you know there was a Mang Amat coup here?", asked Tiara.

"From Robi, when he went home first, he often talked about Mang Amat coups, it turned out to be really good", smiled Ms. Arimbi.

After eating, you want to join Mother to the market no.", Tawari Bu Arimbi to Gilang and Risman.

"You.mau.mau.", they shouted.

"Well, that's what dong Bu wants" Tiara smiled.

"Oh..iya.., Tiara can also come along, we look for additional materials for our Muslim clothing",

"Good Mom", though",

Now, Mr. Robani is carrying a car, Ms. Arimbi is sitting next to him, while Tiara is in the back seat with two children.

Nyimas was also invited, but he refused because he was still afraid of the people who were chasing him.

They have arrived at the market, Ms. Arimbi chose to shop at the supermarket across the market, she bought all the kitchen needs and needs for her Muslim clothing.

Fikri who was on the motorcycle saw the familiarity between them, Fikri could see Gilang, but was fixated when he saw the little boy who was beside him, the child was like a reflection of himself as a child.

"Who is that boy?, I think I just saw him, but he already looks familiar with Gilang?", muttered Fikri. He pulled his motorcycle over, watching them from a distance.