The Love of Habib
Chapters 10.9
"Sir, tomorrow your sister will return to Indonesia. Do you know this news?" Umi enters the living room with a plate of fruit that has been cut and washed clean, putting it on the table right in front of a beautiful girl who is busy reading novels.
The girl was surprised. The novel that had been very interesting to his attention now lost its appeal when he heard Umi's question.
Is her sister going home?
Strange, why so fast?
Didn't his sister come home in half a year from abroad?
"I don't know, Umi. But this is serious, Umi?" Ask me not to believe.
Umi smiled widely while nodding. The radiant face of Umi proves that this news is true and is good news. Because his second daughter had long lived abroad to study. It should be according to the initial plan of the second daughter will return to Indonesia in half a year following her graduation schedule. But her second daughter suddenly changed her mind and decided to return to Indonesia without any intention of waiting for her graduation day.
Umi is happy to hear about it and secretly thinks about the various delicious foods she will make for her second daughter.
"Who told you, Umi? Did Nadira call herself to Umi?" Ask Nasifa skeptically.
"Your sister didn't call Umi, but she called Abah, you."
Nasifa remained silent. He felt that the return of his sister seemed to be too hasty as if something was being pursued by his sister.
Take a long breath. He hopes this is just his baseless concern and he also hopes that the peaceful days in the boarding school will not pass quickly.
"Nadira's coming back here, I'm glad to hear it." Nasifa said sincerely.
She had not seen her sister for a long time because she preferred to go to school abroad instead of in their parents' cottage. Honestly, he misses his sister, secretly feeling impatient to meet her and he also wonders, what does his sister look like after living abroad for so long?
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In the morning Aira woke up early and immediately left the house after finishing her breakfast. With a long robe and a white veil covering her face, Aira walked lightly around the street of the residential complex and occasionally passed by the locals. They greeted Aira with a smile on their face, teasing Aira with words of humor and even making friends with their single sons.
Surviving a few minutes in their jokes, Aira was finally able to escape after a long struggle.
He quickened his footsteps until he reached the front of Nabila's house, a person who had been close to Khalid's habib and made the girls in the complex hold a frown with jealousy.
Standing in front of the gate of the house, Aira hesitantly stepped her foot in.
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"Assynogaal?" Greetings Aira politely.
But no one opened the door. Aira bit her lips, wondering in her heart whether her voice was too small or the occupants of the house had not yet woken up?
Knock again and repeat the same greeting,"Assalamualaikum?" This time the volume of his voice was slightly higher.
Finally, Aira listened to the sound of footsteps from inside the house.
"Waalaikumussalam, who?" The man said as he opened the door.
"It's me, Auntie." Sapa Aira was polite.
The middle-aged woman was surprised to see Aira coming this early in the morning at her house.
"Oh, Aira. Come in, son."