THERE'S ALWAYS A LEANING PLACE
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After cleaning the dining table, Via to the terrace. Farhan was putting the suitcase in the car. Zayn looked cheerful in his grandfather's arms.

Azka stood near her father while teasing Zayn. He was so angry with his nephew.

“Aready all?” ask from the door.

“Already. Stay waiting for Mother,” replied Farhan without turning his head.

“Yuk, Zayn is with Mommy. If Om Azka kangen, let him come to Zayn's place, yes,” said Via while reaching out to his son.

Zayn welcomed the mother's hand. In an instant, the cute baby was already in Via's embrace.

“Via go home first, Well, Deck Azka,” says Via. He took Mr. Haris' hand and kissed him with reverence.

“Yes, be careful! Already paid mom?” ask Mr. Haris.

“Already, it was in the kitchen. Mas Farhan who has not.”

Farhan rushed inside to say goodbye. Soon he came back out and said goodbye to his father and sister.

“No need to worry. There, duha's prayer! Expand salawat, yes!” farhan's message to Azka.

Azka did not answer. He just gave a nod.

Mr. Yudi drove the car slowly leaving the doctor's residence Haris. The hand of father and son accompanied meeka's departure.

“Indeed still upset?” asked Mr. Haris after the car that was driven by Via and Farhan was not seen.

“Slightly,” reply Azka briefly.

Mr. Haris laughed at that. He patted his youngest son on the shoulder, then pushed him into the house.

“You drove your mother to school, right?” ask Mr. Haris again.

“Iya. Azka wants to borrow your car to the house of Eyang Probo and Azka.” friends

“Tomorrow if you have a master's degree, buy your own car!”

“Kirain want to be given the same car gift Dad,” muttered Azka.

Despite shrinking, Mr. Haris still heard it. The 5-headed man chuckled.

“Not much savings, hem?”

“But just enough to buy a used car,” complained Azka.

“Means having to work hard again, bubble up the savings!” Mr. Haris laughed again.

They stopped joking when Ms. Aisyah entered the living room with a neat appearance. Mr. Haris greeted him with a smile.

“Aready, Mommy?” ask Mr. Haris.

“Already. The first hour there will be a repeat in class XII, Mother forgot about it has not been copied.”

“Then, Mas driver immediately deliver Mrs Haris to school!” mr. Haris' orders while glancing at Azka.

“How much Dad says Azka driver. Come on, Mother, we're leaving!” Azka pouting.

Pak Haris and Bu Aisyah chuckled at Azka's reaction. Ms. Aisyah kissed Mr. Haris' hand which was reciprocated with a hug and a kiss on the face.

“Dad! Make fun in front of the kids. Azka does not have a halal partner. If ....” Azka protests stalled.

“Eh, I thought you were out. What is it, Ka?” Mr. Haris smiled.

“Ngak, ah. Azka prepares the car. Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

*

After dropping off her mother, Azka drove the car to the home of Eyang Probo. Since the holidays, Azka has not visited her grandfather.

Arriving at a beautiful house in traditional style, Azka parked her car under a mango tree. After that, he headed towards the terrace of the house that looked deserted. There was one cup and a plate filled with fried cassava on the table. Azka smiled, making sure her grandfather had just been sitting around on the porch.

“Assalamaicum, Eyang. Eyang's handsome grandson comes.”

Azka stepped in without waiting for her grandfather to come out. He looked for Eyang Probo to his room.

“Eyang, Anyang in the room?” Azka knocked on her grandfather's room door.

“Log in! Is that you, Azka?”

Azka opened the room door. My grandfather was sitting on the bed.

“Sick grandfather?” ask Azka worried.

Azka approached her grandfather. With reverence, he kissed the right hand of Eyang Probo.

“Sick? Where can you conclude that you are sick?” ask Eyang Probo back.

“That clock is in the room. Not usually,” says Azka.

“You haven't visited Eyang in a long time. How do you know your habits after retirement?”

“Ah, yes. Forgive Azka, Eyang. Azka rarely went home. Most home if off or there is an important event.”

Eyang Probo smiled. He beckoned Azka to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Your mother's father is healthy?” ask Eyang Probo.

“Health, Eyang. O yes, Eyang has eaten?”

Eyang Probo shook his head. He really doesn't want to eat.

“What Azka get?”

“Neventless. Just later. Eyang already spent three pieces of cassava, still full,” reject Eyang Probo.

Azka. He did not force his grandfather.

Eyang Probo got off the bed followed by Azka. The two of them headed for the work space of the Eyang Probo which was near the living room.

“Sit! Anyang take documents we need.”

Azka, according to Azka, sat in the chair that her grandfather meant. While Eyang Probo opened the safe in the shrinkage room took a stopmap.

“Ka, Eyang handed over the company to Farhan because he was a descendant of Eyang who had an educational background as a leader. It does not mean that one is favoritism. One that never ignores you,” says Eyang Probo.

“Azka also does not feel neglected, really. Azka was very sincere that Mas Farhan who took over the position of Eyang. Kan Azka is still in college. In addition, the Azka field is not suitable.”

“You are like your father.”

“Fruit fell not far from the tree, Eyang. Unless taken flying bats,” joked Azka.

Eyang Probo chuckled. He started to open a stopmap taken from the safe.

“Ka, you're graduating soon, right? You have a future wife yet? Eyang hopes to see you get married and give Eyang a great-granddaughter.”

“That's what Azka is going to tell Eyang.”

“You mean?” Eyang Probo stopped paying attention to the file in front of him. He looked at his grandson.

“Azka wants to propose a girl if her parents agree, Eyang,” Azka replied shyly.

Eyang Probo. This is shocking news for him.

“Really? Haris and Aisyah already know? Who's the girl? Your friend went to college?” Eyang Probo flocked Azka with questions.

“Okay, Eyang! The question is gini? Azka confused her answer,” protest Azka.

Eyang Probo chuckled. He was so enthusiastic to hear Azka would propose to girls.

“Eyang, the girl's name is Meli Shahrani. It's from Jember.”

“Jember? Also away. Where do you know her from? Your college buddy?” Eyang Probo again asked many questions.

Azka smiled at the seriousness of her grandfather.

“Not Azka's college friend. He's a friend of Ms Via. Known because Meli had shopped online at the store Ma'am Via. When Mas Edi got married, he came to Jogja ...” Azka's explanation paused.

“Ended as well?”

Azka shook her head because Eyang Probo was impatient. After asking her grandfather to be patient, Azka recounts the beginning of her meeting with Meli.

“If there is a screenwriter, your story could be soap opera, nih,” comments Eyang Probo.

“Ih, Eyang even thought it up to that,” grumbled Azka.

Eyang Probo chuckled realizing his absurdity.

“Then, your mother agreed Meli to be her son-in-law?” ask Eyang Probo.

“Iya. Mommy has asked Meli many things. Mother has also been wondering to Via. And, Mother herself who asked Meli to be the future daughter-in-law of Mother.”

“That girl agrees?”

Azka nodded steadily. A smile filled his lips.

“You're sure?”

“If you are not sure, Mommy will not propose to Meli, Eyang,” said Azka.

“Alright, Eyang believes in your mother and sister-in-law. When are you going to Jember?” ask Eyang Probo.

“Not yet, Eyang. Still have to wait for the blessing of both parents Meli. The time away to Jember turned out the application was not accepted. The pain is still here,” said Azka ended the song dang dut.

Eyang Probo laughed again because of his grandson.

“When will the girl tell?”

“Ya don't know yet. Ms Via said her parents may take time to consider things. Deciding to accept a proposal to a girl is important, it takes a lot of consideration. So rice Mbak Via.”

Eyang Probo nodded. He agreed with Via.

“Good Azka. Eyang hope all goes well, got ridho from Allah.”

“Aamiin,” says Azka connected her grandfather.

“Well, back to company problem. Although Eyang handed over to Farhan, shares of the company owned by Eyang not fully handed over to your brother. Eyang gave some for you.”

Eyang Probo reopened the stopmap that he had closed earlier. He explained many things about the ins and outs of Kencana Group to Azka. Eyang Probo also explained Azka rights later.

So much that Eyang Probo said, did not feel the time inching closer to noon. Eyang Probo invited Azka to accompany him to eat before the time of the Zuhr arrived. Azka also according.

After the prayer, talks about the company and the future of Azka continued. Azka sent a message to her theme, canceling their meeting.

“Eyang hopes that this Eyang gift can sustain your life later with your new family. Where do you plan to stay?”

“If we become married in the near future, while we are LDR-an, Eyang. Azka returned to Medan to finish Azka, Meli remained in college in Jember.  Importantly, we became a halal couple. So, we don't mind zina either. Mother said, thinking of women who are not mahrams, not halal couples that have approached adultery. Therefore, Mother wants a marriage proposal directly. So.”

“You too, right?” ledek Eyang Probo's.

Azka smiled shyly. He did not answer his grandfather's question. He noticed the vibrations from his pants pocket. His hand immediately took out a flat object from his pocket.

There's a call from an unknown number. Azka knitted her brows. With a slight hesitation, he shifted the green button.

*

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Who called Azka? What's up, huh? All this is related to the story of “Cinta Strata 1” by Kak Indri Hapsari. Please visit the book to find out more.

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