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Via dumplings for a moment near the fence. His feet refused to step.

"How long do you want to stand there? Have you forgotten how to get in here?" The question stopped the movement of Via's foot that was about to step. He looked at the source of the voice.

"Mas Azka?" via.

"The train forgot to go home. It's almost magrib, spit in! I want to go to the mosque" Azka said as she walked away from Via.

"Cock he's alone? Where did Mas Farhan go? Let's not let him inside, not go to the mosque. Ah, the bodo time. I'll see you first."

Via steps into the home of his adoptive parents who are now his in-laws.

"Assalamualaikum" said Via.

"Waalaikumsalam," the voice of the very man Via memorized replied from behind the door.

When the door was opened, there appeared the figure of the man that Via wanted to avoid. Farhan was just about to leave. He was neat with a blue cocoa shirt, his favorite color.

Via stunned. I don't know why she was so enchanted to see her husband.

"Kok even pecked here? Come inside! Go to the mosque. Mother is still in the room, not yet to the musala. Go first. Assalamualaikum," said Farhan.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied Via lirih. His body reflexively rotated following the direction Farhan had gone. He looked at the man until he got out of the fence.

Farhan felt that someone was paying attention. He looked at the terrace. He smiled when he knew Via was still standing at the door while watching him.

As soon as he knew Farhan was turning his head, Via quickly entered. He rushed to find Ms. Aisyah.

"Why was I even talking about Mas Farhan, anyway? Where to get caught again! I'm so embarrassed."

When Via was going up the stairs, Ms. Aisyah was already preparing to go down.

"Via! When's come? Masya Allah, Mother is very hungry," exclaimed Ms. Aisyah.

"Just arrived, Bun," replied Via.

"Later nginep, right? Well, you haven't slept in this house in a long time."

Via just nodded.

"O yeah, put your bags down first! Waiting at the musala. You're not an impossibility, are you?"

"Good, Bun. Go to the room first."

Via rushed to the room he used to occupy. During his stay at the shophouse, the room was empty. However, Farhan always cleaned it up.

Azan magrib called on Muslims to stop worldly activities. Via was half running towards the musala located at the back. Mr. Haris has prepared to pray the congregational magrib prayer. Some patients and introductory people join in the family musala.

After the prayer, Ms. Aisyah invited Via to murajaah. Via recited the letters of An-Naziat and An-Naba fluently.

"Alhamdulillah, you have memorized juz 30. Keep improving your memorization!" said Ms. Aisyah.

"Good, Bun."

"Yuk, we go inside first! We prepare dinner so that it will be finished just to eat," asked Ms. Aisyah.

Via according. He helped his mother warm the vegetables and arrange the dishes.

"The cooking is a lot of sorts" commented Via.

"Last afternoon Farhan said that you wanted to come. Mother inget you like shrimp flour and kale. Yes, Mother is cooking again. All the necessary ingredients are available."

"Well, Via makes Mommy bother, nih."

"What repot? You haven't eaten Mother's cooking for a long time."

Just finished arranging the dishes, azan isya reverberated. Via and Bu Aisyah returned to the musala.

Finish the prayers, they go to the dining room. Via preparing drinking water.

Shortly after, Mr. Haris' children had returned from the mosque and entered the dining room.

"Dad still practice, Bun?" ask Azka.

"It looks like it's done. When Mother and Via entered, father to the musala with Rudi."

"Rudi's? Who, Bun?" Via change asked.

"Help help the patient. You sit down, Vi!"

Via sat next to Farhan. Actually, he's still awkward around Farhan. But what can be done. The empty seats stayed beside Farhan and beside Bu Aisyah. The one beside Bu Aisyah was obviously for Mr. Haris.

"Someone's talking about Dad, huh?" ask Mr. Haris while entering the dining room.

"Eh, is Dad done? There aren't many patients, are there?" ask Ms. Aisyah back.

"Alhamdulillah, today the patient is only 15 people."

"Via, get it for Farhan! Or do you want a plate like Ida Laila?" Ms. Aisyah is being teased.

Via smiled faintly. He obeyed the word of his mother.

"Ah, how nice it would be if every day was served like this. Meals alone make me happy," Farhan's mind.

After all the food, they started eating. No one speaks during a meal. Only Farhan had repeatedly glanced at the girl sitting next to him.

Farhan's behavior did not escape the attention of Ms. Aisyah. The woman held back the smile of seeing her son like that.

When finished, Via cleaning the tableware. Farhan.

"Ehm, how about we go jogging tomorrow morning?" the Proposition of Bu Aisyah.

"Not tomorrow, is it Sunday? Do we usually go for a jog on Sunday?" sahut Mr. Haris.

"It's okay. Tomorrow is also a holiday."

"Agreed, Bun! Mumpung there is Ma'am Via, we five jogging," Azka exclaimed.

"Okay, agreed!" Farhan. He was helping her wash dirty dishes.

"Well, look at Farhan! She's paying attention to Via, huh? Therefore, Mother jogs," whispered Ms. Aisyah.

Mr. Haris nodded with a smile. He knows what his wife wants.

"Mother wants them closer, right? Via seems to be still hesitant and embarrassed. Farhan seemed to be pedecate," replied Mr. Haris in a soft voice.

Azka smiled at the conversation her parents had. He watched Farhan and Via.

"Deal, huh? Tomorrow we go jogging" Azka said.

After washing, go to his room.

"Is it sleepy, Dek?" ask Farhan.

"Yet. Via want to check the order," replied Via.

Once inside the room, Via picked up the phone. He opened the app he used for his online store.

Just 5 minutes in the room, there was a knock on the door followed by a greeting. Inevitably Via got up to open the door of the room.

"Mas Farhan?"

"Can I come in?" asked Farhan for permission.

Via just nodded. He shifted his standing position, giving way for Farhan to pass by.

"Sit down, Mas" said Via.

Farhan pushed the door shut, sitting on the bed.

"Here, Deck!" Farhan patted the mattress gesturing for Via to sit on his left.

Although there is a sense of reluctance, Via still complies. He sat next to Farhan.

"Not far away? It's like marahan, dong!" said Farhan as he shifted his seat closer to Via. "This, Mas want to give the t-shirts and shoes that we bought in Jakarta at that time. It has never been used. We'll wear it tomorrow, yeah!"

Via received t-shirts and shoes that were still wrapped in cardboard.

"Kaos was already washing. If you don't believe me, kiss me!"

"Yes, Via believes. Thanks, Mas."

"Thank you?" farhan asked, bringing his face closer.

"Keep, how's it going?"

"Pass ask cheek Deck Via. Yes, yes," Pinta Farhan.

Via was shocked and embarrassed. Her face flushed. However, she could not resist because Farhan was her husband. He nodded and kept his head down.

"Goup!" Farhan kissed Via's right cheek.

"Thank you" whispered Farhan.

Via's heart is racing. Her body was trembling for her first kiss. Even if it was just a glance, it was enough to make him nervous.

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