The Samawa Till Jannah
– S2 – Episode 88. Turns out Oh
Anin is ready, with a hijab cloth wrapped on his head and brown brick. With thin make-up, Anin prepared dishes as well as fruits, for her dessert later.
"Allhamdulilah, it's done. Drink nin in pourin yes, do not let later those who pour their own water." Said Budenya and Anin nodded. Anin returned the position of her veil as before.
Pakde was ready and watching TV, while waiting for them to come. The lecture event that you want to hear and like the chanting of the holy verse of the Quran that every Ramadan must be welcomed with this kind of situation is very glorifying. The reward that multiplies and thousands of rewards still we have to do as we usually do.
Allhamdulilah, Pakde said as much as possible. It was discovered in the month of Ramadan this year. And soon also have welcomed the feast of Eid al-Fitr, must be welcomed full of victory.
"Assalamu'alaikum," The one he was waiting for came. Anin opened the door, surprised by Aksa. Previously he also wondered in his mind and heart, like the path he had passed and rightly guessed if this was the home of his employees.
Want what exactly?
"Wa'alaikumsalam, uh--" immediately looked at Aksa and kept smiling at Aksa's father and mother. Anin did not want to talk yet but Budenya had already thrust his face into the doorway.
"Well, how are you?" Bude sprinkled a hug at Aksa's mother, with tears in his eyes. It is true that torture is so severe for Bude, a friend of the bench but has been separated for years.
Allhamdulilah well mbak, mbak also how are you?" with a sobbing cry and Mother Aksa stroked Bude's back.
"Yes, be good allhamdulilah." Anin was silent for a moment and Aksa's father glanced at the two of them. Aksa's father has a hunch that his son is close to the pounding of his wife's friend.
"Em, you guys aren't acquaintances?" ask Dad and they shake.
"Loh why? Have you known him before?" father Aksa and Mother chuckled.
"Yes, yeah. Um, Anin is my employee at the office, so I see her every day. Although the first is somewhat contradictory." Say Aksa honestly.
"Well..." They laughed and Bude invited them in.
"Never met a bit awkward mbak, mbak husband also that was very handsome. Find where? There seems to be royal blood, "accused Mother Aksa.
"Allah, there are Javanese is not noble blood. Even what is attached is the answer mbak. I was sometimes surprised by Edi," said Bude and Aksa's mother also held back laughter.
"Yes-yes, yes we are ready to open together now because soon it will be close to the time of Azan maghrib." Bude said, Anin and Aksa nodded.
"You are nagging doang, spirit is. Because bertar again also want to be lebaran, the spirit is. Don't be such an unhealthy person!" Tempt Pakde, while Anin laughed inwardly.
"There was Pakde," Anin stood up and they headed to the dining table.
"Well, this is so fancy. Must be a waste of this much money, later also will not run out if this much food mbak." Said Aksa's mother who was not feeling well.
"Ehehehe no really, later on we are stingy if not much food." Bude replied, while Anin played a cell phone. Where to reply to a chat from Aksa himself.
Aksa [Why open with you?]
Anin [Yes, don't know]
Anin [I don't know sir, that's also their request]
Aksa [We will see them again.]
Anin interrupted his phone and looked back at them, they were joking back to remember the ancient times. Like there's something in this pecan. No one asks what?
Anin tapped on the dining table, Aksa's father distracted her.
"Oh yes, I forgot the food and brought it here. Earlier, Aksa food messages online continue to have arrived and if thrown away dear. Aksa, try to take the same pound of Bude with this Pakde. Whose name is son?" Ask softly Aksa's father, Aksa's father's identity comes out if issued a style to melt the heart of women, his champion. No less the same people who also love their family.
"Well sir" Anin replied. Anin salutes first and Aksa follows Anin, quickly Aksa pulls Anin's hand. Anin was almost just the same gamis.
"Sir, please take care of that man's hand! We should not fast, especially not husband and wife. The law is haram tau." Said Anin with a voice beside Aksa's ear.
"You're not polite to me either, I'm your boss." Said Aksa by pointing Anin's eyeball. With his hands in tenteng at the waist, Anin prepared to fight Aksa.
"Hoo... Ho, what do you want? There is no such thing as that, remember! We're gonna grab some food in the car. Not to break the experiment!" Aksa opened the car door and picked up some food boxes, he gave them to Anin.
"Wei... It's heavy know, not sensitive what? Astagfirullah... This father because of. I was angry with my father. I'm sorry sir, I'm a little bit bad at talking." Know yourself this person... Aksa's mind in the heart.
"You know yourself too." Finally Aksa spoke honestly according to his heart.
"Yes, I know myself too. Yes, come in! Azan maghrib hunt later." Just fit in front of the doorway, azan magrib reverberated around this area and Anin said as much as possible.
Pakde started his do'a to break his fast and began to prepare his food.
"Allhamdulilah, now full fasting, and there is no obstacle whatsoever. Hopefully we are given health for the next fast of Ramadan. Aamiin yes robbal alamiin..." Pakde and Anin said that they would just stoop the rice, but Aksa also stood up and held the rice coils together.
"Ehem... Ahem, no one wants this deck. Soon there will be grandchildren" The song of Aksa's father and Aksa's mother laughed.
"It's been... Already the Maghrib hunt runs out, we open first with small dishes first new in conjunction with the event later." Bude said with advice, Aksa's mother nodded in agreement.
"Yes, you can do what is important cannot be this, if it exceeds the limitations then we will marry you directly." Said Pakde and Aksa's father nudging Aksa's hand.
Offer request Pakde Anin, haha... It's funny how they are.
Finish breaking at continue prayer maghrib berjama'ah at home mushola. And who imbued Aksa, his voice was quite touching and heart-shaking.
"Assalamu'alaikum warohmatuloh's.. Assalamu'alaikum..." With a greeting and directly calling do'a-do'a led by Aksa's father. His voice was both rubbery and full. Anin was amazed and her eyes sparkled.
Bude until gawking, almost saliva soaks the floor that is still clean and wants to make the island. Make cellulites, ngelangi (swimming).
Bude took off his face and nudged Anin's shoulder.
"Where's nin? Beautiful his voice, more than your sir. Know the religion too, not like before. The fake police is not the real police," Bude said by heating the stove while simultaneously dredging.
Seriate...
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