THE NANNY
148. Meet Mauren

"Did I interrupt your time, Din ?"

After hugging each other and asking for news, Mauren sat on the sofa beside Andina while tilting her body. Earlier, this morning Andina called back to Mauren and agreed to meet at 1 pm at the shop.

"No way mbak, now it's relaxing...What's that seems so serious...? Andina also tilted her body, looking fixed on the beautiful face of Mauren.

It looks the same, sexy. The sleeveless dress of the press body with a length above the knee made Diki's eyes unblinkingly look at Mauren as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. As a result, Diki was hit by a shirt that was floated by Safa who looked at him sangar. Diki was just scratching his head that did not itch while laughing grimly.

"I'm here to owe you a debt...."

"What do I owe...?" andina's forehead shriveled. His brain was trying to remember what he had borrowed from Mauren.

Mauren laughed softly at Andina's serious-looking mimic. "When at Willi's party, you said you were ready to be my confiding friend.meaning I want to collect now.." said Mauren further chuckled.

"Aissh kirain owed what mbak.I was shocked huh..." Andina breathed a sigh of relief.

"Din, I can smoke while not.I if stress or tension only cigarettes can calm for a while.." said Mauren with eyes full of weight, full of weight, ask permission before removing cigarettes from his branded bag.

"Sorry, I'm not strong with cigarette smoke, I like to cough. Plus there's a baby in the stomach." refused Andina smooth, while rubbing her stomach.

"Wow.si Arya tokcer yes...congrats Din...I am very happy...".Mauren was excited to hear Andina's words.

"Thank you mbak...." Andina smiled. "Sok oruh want to vent what..without a cigarette, mbak will be calm if it has issued a load on the chest..."

Mauren upheld his seat, he took a sip of mineral water from the bottle presented at the table. His face started to get serious, his gaze straight ahead staring blankly. "I don't know where to start talking about it, which is clear until now my heart is arid. I have everything, money, houses, vehicles, boutiques, but I have no happiness. I am an only child and live in Bandung by myself. After Mami died, Papi married again and chose to stay in Singapore. Because in Bandung always remembered all the sweet memories with Mami he said."

Andina silently did not say, waiting for the continuation of the story Mauren who again sipped his drink.

"I'm the opposite. I don't want to live in Singapore because there are bad memories. On the report of the secretary, there is an Indonesian model who always comes to the office. I sniffed my husband struggling on his desk. It's painful and disgusting...." Mauren raised her head to hold back the tears that were about to fall.

"I decided to divorce and go back to Bandung. And I was hoping to get Arya because she's a good person." Mauren laughed bitterly as he looked at Andina.

"But I know enough myself to see a rival like you...." Mauren laughed again, more precisely laughing at himself.

"Mbak will definitely get a better mate...." Andina only said after a long time Mauren spoke.

"The reality is not like that Din. The men who approached me were nothing sincere, they just wanted to play around and memorize my money. And my friends were also only close when having fun "Mauren sighed in despair.

Andina was filled to see Mauren's fragile condition. "Sir, sorry in advance...what is muslim ?" ask Andina carefully.

"I-I was born a Muslim.but my parents never taught religious education.never asked to pray never brought teachers to teach...." Mauren stuttered a little, she looked down in shame before Andina.

Andina smiled faintly looking at the bowed Mauren. "It is never too late to change mbak.mbak can start hijrah from now on because I think the heart may start to get a glimmer of direction...."

"Sorry-sorry yes mbak.bak not me prying. Every Muslim is obliged to close his law. If you are not ready, you can start by wearing clothes that are covered, no longer like this..."

"Macuren's mother is beautiful, with clothes like this, she must always be the center of attention of men. But they look on because of lust, maybe some will fantasize wildly. I'm worried about getting harassment."

Andina momentarily paused her speech, just in case Mauren would debate her or take offense in his speech. But Mauren seemed silent as if contemplating Andina's words.

"Sir, the soul mate is a reflection of himself. If we want to have a good partner, then we must be good. If our behavior is bad then we will also get a soul mate like that...."

"You're right Din, no good man comes near me. From now on I'll change..." There was a flash of despair in Mauren's bead of eyes. "Andin, will you teach me to pray and teach.I am completely blind.." look in Mauren's eyes turned full of pleading to look Andina in the eyes.

"God willing, I will help guide Mauren. Even if I'm an obstacle, there is Safa who can help mbak. I'll also introduce you to mbak Uci, he's my friend too, a hafidzah." Andina smiled broadly, being happy with the intention of the Mauren hijrah.

Mauren hugged Andina tightly, channeling her joy and gratitude. "Din, thank you for listening to me. I hope you want to be my friend, I need a friend who can invite kindness." Mauren's eyes glazed over. True Andina said, her heart felt more relieved after pouring out a sipping burden on the chest.

"Yes, it is our duty to remind each other and help each other...." Andina patted Mauren on the back with her genuine smile.

After letting go of each other, Andina got off the sofa. He chose several voal hijabs and two premium quality gamis from the storefront shelves.

"Sir, this is a memento from me. I did not ask to wear it immediately. Let Mauren's heart be firm..." Andina handed it over with a sincere smile on her lips.

"Geez Andin.I'm really speechless to say anything else..." Mauren clutched tightly to his chest, a gift from Andina that to him was precious and special. His eyes glazed over because of Haru.

...Abundant treasure, have all what we want, but still not happy ?...

...HAPPINESS IS WHEN YOU ARE CLOSE TO GOD...

...The standard of happiness of a Muslim is not determined by material, but when he is free to worship and apply the teachings of Islam in his life ...

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