The Love Story of Arumi
Take Widya

Widya had arrived in front of her house, her father and mother were on the terrace chair relaxing for a night of tea.

They saw Widya coming to ask, why come home quickly from the pesantren, they will not worry if there. Should stay overnight, because it has not been to the pesantren for a long time.

However, it was stopped, because he saw a man get off his motorbike.

"Sir, who's Widya with?" ask the mother who saw a man with his son.

"Yes, I see too. Let the father who was angry with him," he said standing up.

"Wait a minute sir, they'll be here too." Finally he sat back down, pretending not to see them and kept chatting.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

"Widya, you go home with-

"Ustadz Najib yah? thank you for bringing your son." The words of the father were cut off by the mother who immediately cut him fast, because he knew the person who delivered his child.

"Yes mother, father, sorry I drove Widya," Najib said glancing at Widya.

"I'm grateful to ustadz" said the father friendly. Making Widya dumbfounded.

"Oh my god, is this my father after what?" inner Widya.

"Widya, bring in his Najib ustadz, even bengong aja."

"Ah yes mother, his Najib ustadz wants to go straight home he said," Widya said.

He deliberately so that Najib does not linger in his house.

"It's a pity that ustadz, even though you still want to chat with ustadz."

"I don't want to go home yet, sir, I also still want to chat with my father and mother," glanced at Widya who scrunched her forehead, Najib just smiled.

"Let's go to ustadz," asked the father.

"Let's sir."

"Bikin drink Wid for guests."

"Yes sir" Widya said. Then go to the kitchen.

"Mother is also in the kitchen sir." Nodding the head by the father.

"Widya troubles ustadz, until ustadz himself delivers her."

"No problem sir, it was Arumi who was going to deliver with Abyan, but because I was not working, so I drove him."

"Thank you Ustadz for taking Widya."

Najib smiled, "Call me Najib sir, no need for ustadz frills."

The father also returned his smile, "Well, ustadz eh Najib I mean, means now you are taking care of the boarding school with gus Abyan?"

"I'm with Abyan and Affan sir, still under the auspices of abah, as well as side work sir."

"What kind of side work, son? teaching somewhere else, so a lecturer like gus Abyan?"

Najib smiled again, "If my side job is only one, Abyan is two."

"God willing, you are very hardworking, lucky to be your partner" said the smiling father.

"God willing, sir, I always pray that the Najib couple will be able to accept everything, let alone I am only an adopted child in the pesantren."

"No need to hesitate to consider the father as your parents too, besides abah with ummi very good, they must have considered you as his biological child."

"Alhamdulillah, abah and ummi and his three children did consider me like his own family sir," Najib smiled at the father.

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"You have a relationship, right, with Najib?" ask mom to smile.

"Mother if nebak likes

"Mom is that," said the mother proudly.

"Like wrong," continued Widya laughing.

Mom immediately pursed her lips.

"Mother don't be like a young man."

"Well, if you're young, envious to say friends" he said in a mocking tone.

"Who's mom's friend? Widya's a mother's son, remember the age."

"The poor are older than you, but the face is still as beautiful and the soul is still young."

"Astaghfirullah, the father of the same mother is suitable deh, likes strange sometimes."

"If it doesn't fit, there's no dong."

"Yes, Widya has lost."

"mother," he said, writhing spoiled to mother.

"Mom's feeling bad."

"Widya just came home" he said softly.

"If there is a desire, gently cower the slippery streets."

"Then, do you want a fat mom?" continued

"Smooth streets don't soft dong mom."

"Oh yeah." too."

"Widya just wants the mother to drive forward, and Widya to go straight to the room."

"Geez forget the drink has not been brought forward, you quickly bring, mother wants to meet the prospective ghost." Mother immediately left Widya who called her from the kitchen.

"Widya why ma'am? yells so."

"Obviously, the vocal test sounds better."

"Absolutely, Widya wants to enter the competition?" ask father.

"Just to scare people from home sir, his voice so that it gets stronger," said the mother chuckled.

Widya also came out, carrying her tray from the kitchen, with her manyun lips.

"It's not like that, mother-in-law will not want to be with you."

"Who's mom's daughter-in-law?" ask father.

"Now with us sir." Najib only smiled awkwardly at his ex, in contrast to Widya who felt strange to his mother and father, why they even supported Najib's ustadz.

"Thank you that Najib's ustadz wants to be with Widya, if not?"

"Would you please, sir, wouldn't you?"

"Mother" Widya was ashamed of Najib.

"Surely father, mother," he replied smilingly. Then realizing his answer, he glanced at Widya who looked down.

"Masyaa Allah, must inform this abah and ummi." Mr and his mother had heard Najib's reply, and Najib could no longer say no to Widya's parents.

"Why it's like this, iftadz Najib will already have a candidate," Widya's mind.

"I don't care if everyone knows, but what if Widya doesn't like her and hates me instead."

Busy with each other's thoughts, they were silent by hearing the chatter of mother and father.

It is difficult not to read the mind, and do not understand the feelings of people a.k.a not sensitive.

Always support othor bebu dear, annyeong love.