The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 10

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"Lake Mi," said Asma slowly as she moved away from the door. Let the woman wearing the veil in.

"Thank you, son." His eyes traced the minimalist room of Asma. Making a little suspicious because it felt that it was unnatural because was not this woman the owner of this boarding room?

"Hmm Ummi ..." the middle-aged woman gasped and smiled behind her veil.

"Sorry, Ummi came just to share this and check your room a little. is there any damage?" The woman held out a large container. Asthma opened the container with sparkling eyes. Bolu cake is green and from the aroma that Asthma smelled this is a pandanus taste. His favorite!

"Thank you Mi, geez, so much for you."

"No hassle at all dear, if there is anything immediately contact Umi yes. If you can help, Umi will help ..." said the woman while tracing the line of Asma's face is cute because it does not wear the veil.

"Still Mi, oh yes the damage problem. Only the bathroom there are ceramics that are cracked and some broken. It wasn't at all a severe damage to Asthma." her smile flashed beautifully. Look at the woman in front of him. Feeling very happy, there is another concern with him besides Ida.

"Yes, Ummi will ask people to fix it." Asthma nodded.

"Ummi want a drink?" fresh Asthma

"No need, oh yes, Ummi was heard there was a voice of a najai. That's Asthma?"

Asthma nodded with a red tinge on the cheeks. Feeling a little embarrassed because he did not realize his voice might be quite loud when teaching.

"Good Asthma sound. The lettering and tajwidnya makhroj are also quite decent," said the woman with a smile. Because he had memorized the Surah that Asma had read, he became aware of how the letters and tajwidnya makhroj. There were proud eyes in his eyes. Makes Asthma eyes squint. Trying to remember because he felt that he had seen the look in the eye but where?

"So, will you help the children in the Ummi boarding school?" Asthma flinched from her daydreams then nodded in accompaniment with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah, yes Ummi has come home first."

Asthma leads to the front door.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Thanks again, Ummi."

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A silver car entered the courtyard of one of the large houses in the elite complex that looked very quiet. Ida came down in a bit of a hurry. Staring at Bi Ayu who was walking towards him.

"Master came non, from earlier nyari non Ida," said Bi Ayu with a slightly worried face. Because it is not usually the master had seemed anxious to immediately meet his daughter.

"Tumben," Ida muttered as she knitted her brows. The woman walked side by side with Bi Ayu towards the house. Go inside and see it. His father was sitting with one leg on the other leg. Sucking his cigarette, the man glanced at his daughter.

Feeling the atmosphere turn cold and uncomfortable Bi Ayu retreat backwards. Ida stared at her Papa at a glance indifferently then walked past wanting to into the room.

"Yes!" Ida didn't say. Still going elegantly.

"Damaha!"

Ida's in the room. Wash your face and then prepare again because there is another study. The woman came out of the room and while in the family room immediately got a sharp glare from her Papa. I don't know since when his father has moved from the living room to the family room.

Because he doesn't want his dad to scream anymore. The woman immediately sat down on the sofa next to the middle-aged man.

"Old Pa? If long can Ay take part in the study first? We just finished talking. Yeah?" betubi-tubi. His father breathed a rough breath. Then observe the face of his daughter who looks soothing. The duplicate face of the woman who until recently occupied her heart. A woman who has given birth to a beautiful woman like her daughter.

"Can you Pa? Is Ay late?" the eyes are hopeful. Papa and his mother used to call him Ay or Ayduha.

The man in front of him then nodded with a forced look on his face. Ida gave a small laugh and kissed the back of her papa hand. Flirt with a smile that still perfectly lifted.

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At seven o'clock Ida came and tried to find her father. Thought maybe her dad left again because of a sudden affair.

"Master in room non. Sleeping like. Not dinner yet."

Moments later, Ida smelled a masculine scent typical of her papa. He turned around and got his Papa looking at him questioningly.

"Bi Ayu where?"

"There is, but I want to cook for Papa." Ida arranged some of her papa's favorite foods at the dinner table.

"Let's go Pa," she asked along with a sweet smile. The middle-aged man then sat down. A moment of hesitation ate the food but the sparkling eyes of his daughter made him heartless.

"Where's Pa? Yummy?" Ida looked at her papa who had just eaten her cooking. That face looks hard to understand. Then his eyes glazed over.

"Nice?" The sparkle in Ida's eyes dimmed as she stared at the food she cooked so much. Realized that he had just been redundant.

"Dear boy ..." his papa looked at him gently. Ida ate her cooking and her papa was right. But why did his father's eyes look teary?

"Taste you like your mama's cooking."

Ida looked at her father who was busy eating her dinner. So that's the reason? is there still love left for her mother? secretly his heart slightly wished his family back intact. But is that possible?

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Both father and son chatted with nostalgic chatter in a jingle of laughter. Remembering the good old days when their families were still together. Ida continued to smile happily because she had not talked like this with her papa for a long time.

"Father wants to talk seriously." serious facial features appear to decorate his papa's face. Ida silence. Waiting for the next sentence.

"Papa wants to match Ay with the son of papa's friend. What would Ay want?" Ida smiled and nodded. Making his Papa amazed because he did not expect the response he got. His daughter agreed to what she wanted.

"But there's a condition." look at his Papa's eyes looking confused.

"What Ay?"

"Ay wants Papa to get married first."

Again his father was amazed. Doesn't a child usually dislike having a stepmother? Even Ida proclaimed it when she was a child.

"With the woman that Papa really loves, it's up to the woman that's your mom or the other woman." the soft tone and sweet smile of Ida. His father looked at his daughter's eyes intently.

"Even Ay did not want to ask who Papa would match this beautiful Papa's daughter?" Ida smiled obliquely. He knows. The father is switching the conversation.

"Ma ...."

"He's the son of Mr. Sanjaya."

Ida's eyes grew.

"Which Sanjaya is Pa?"

His father laughed at his daughter's innocence.

"Which one does it want?" asked the man in a seductive tone.

"Ih Papa! Seriously ..." said Ida with a heart.

"Dimas Dwija Sanjaya."

"So? "

"Yes Ay—du—ha. Ay's getting married to his eldest son."

Ida's eyes were perfectly rounded.

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