Titian Love Nadia
Calms Tiara

Tiara was crying. Nina finally came out of Tiara's room. Looking for the whereabouts of Ms. Nastiti who was watching television in the living room with her husband.

"Mom!" there was Nina's call that followed her body that was walking in a hurry.

"What's up, Nin?" ask Miss Nastiti.

"Nina no longer knew how to persuade non Tiara to bobo. He just kept asking Mama Nanad, ", replied Nina.

"Yes, let me persuade her. You just go back to the kitchen" said Ms. Nastiti.

"Thank you, ma'am," Nina said.

"Mother to Tiara's room first yes, sir. Or do you want us to go to Tiara's room?" tawang Bu Nastiti's.

"Come on, we'll be together" said Mr. Baskoro.

The two middle-aged couples stepped hand in hand towards the Tiara room. Arriving at the room, they still found Tiara crying. Ms. Nastiti sat on the edge of Tiara's mattress without the bed.

"Honey, Tiara why cry. Bobo yes, Yangti and Yangkung accompany." Ms. Nastiti began to try to persuade while gently stroking Tiara's hair, but Tiara still flinch regardless of the grandmother's persuasion.

Ms. Nastiti looked towards her husband, gesturing asking how else to seduce him. Mr. Baskoro just put his shoulder down.

"Well, now tell me what does Tiara want?" Miss Nastiti resigned.

"Mama Nanad," replied Tiara.

Ms. Nastiti sighed softly, "Mama Nanad is still sick, dear, so cannot accompany Tiara. Later if Mama Nanadnya has healed, he must have made Tiara," he said.

Tiara even louder the sound of her crying. "Yes want Mama Nanad, Mama Nanad, Mama Nanad, huuuu ..." she cried in tears.

'Rasya ... Rasya, you have a lot of heart with Tiara. He's innocent why be a victim? Since childhood he never felt the caress of affection from his own birth mother, now there is a girl who loves him like her own child more than the affection of her own mother even you wasted,' batin Bu Nastiti was crying.

"It's late, dear Tiara. If you like this continue to be sick later, bobo ya eyang princess ninaboboin. Or Tiara wants princess to call Mama Pipim, will you?" persuade Ms. Nastiti.

"Mama Pipim?" tiara asked enthusiastically to stop her crying.

"Yes, Tiara wants Yangti to call Mama Pipim?" asked Miss Nastiti once again to make sure. Tiara nodded happily.

"In the meantime, hopefully Mama Pipim hasn't slept yet" Nastiti said expectantly.

Ms. Nastiti then reached into her phone from her pants pocket and called Prima.

"Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am," said Prima in a hoarse voice, maybe she just woke up from sleep.

"Va'alaikumussalam, Prima. Sorry mom interrupted your sleep time?" said Ms. Nastiti sungkan.

"Prima hasn't slept yet, ma'am. Just finished doing the task to be collected tomorrow afternoon, only Prima was already sleepy. What's up, Mom?" prima concluded the question.

"Mom wants to help you, Prima. Can you go to Mom's house now? Tiara can not sleep if not dininaboboin with Mama Nanad. Just nawarin's mother she said she wanted that mama Pipim ninaboboin. Can you come here, honey?" said Ms. Nastiti at length pleading.

"Duh, but it's night, ma'am. Prima did not dare to bring a motorcycle to the mother's house these nights alone," answered Prima rather unpleasant.

"Let's just pick up Supri there. All bring your change of clothes and college supplies so that tomorrow morning you all leave from here, huh?" timpal Bu Nastiti's.

"Alright, Mom. Prima wants to be ready," said Prima assented.

"Yes, I'll call Supri first" said Ms. Nastiti.

Ms. Nastiti disconnects her call, then searches for Supri's whereabouts in her room. He knocked on the door and called out Supri's name.

"What's up, Mom?" ask Supri when she opens the door.

"Please pick up non Prima at her house here" replied Ms. Nastiti.

"But I don't know her home address, ma'am" Supri said.

"Mommy sends her WhatsApp number to your WA, later you ask to share the same location with her, yes" said Bu Nastiti.

"Good, Mom." Supri. He went straight outside to the garage to pick up the car he had put there.

Miss Nastiti went back to Tiara's room. In Tiara's room, Mr. Baskoro was reciting the story, though it was not heard by Tiara. Moments later, Rasya went inside and sat on the side of the bed in his daughter's room.

"Why are you doing this anyway, Tiara? It used to be just papa elus-elus your head and sing the song Nina bobo you immediately fell asleep," said Rasya astonished.

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The Prima house.

"Well, Prima wants permission to go to Mas Rayan's house. Soon Mr. Supri - his family driver will come to pick up Prima," Prima said asking permission from his father.

"What are these nights like you going there? Didn't you say Rayan was already in Australia?" the cecar of the father.

"His nephew Mas Rayan whose mother went to prison is fussy, Dad. He was crying and not going to sleep" answered Prima. "All Prima are asked to stay there, tomorrow they leave for college from there too" he added.

"Wait a minute don't go yet" asked Prima's father.

While Prima was waiting for Supri to come, Prima was also waiting for her father. Prima's father disappeared towards the back, not knowing what she was doing at the moment. Five minutes later he came back with a clean face like after ablution. In his hand holding an ice plastic bag filled with white water stepped closer to Prima.

"This water I have read do'a, later you move it into a glass. Minimize it to the child with a spoon three times and rub it on the crown of the child's head three times as well," the father's order to Prima handed over a packet of water he held.

"Yes, Dad. Already been? That all?" ask Prima.

"There are again, in the position of lying down or you carry the child, you elus-elus the baboons of the child while being read sholawat as you can," replied the father. "Or if you don't mind and are in the sacred state of the hadas, you can read the letter of Alfatihah, the verse of the chair, Al-Ikhlas, An-Nas and Al-Falaq once each," he added.

"This is God, Dad. Prima said goodbye, it looks like Mr. Supri has arrived," prima said like hearing a car stop in front of his house, then kissed the back of his father's hand.

Prima came out of her house with a bag on her back, while a plastic bag filled with water from her father she had a crib in her right hand. Arriving at the courtyard, Mr. Supri was waiting. Seeing the arrival of Prima, the 40-year-old man opened the front door for his future employer's son-in-law.

"Thank you, sir," said Prima as she got into the car, then sat down.

"Together, Non" Supri said as she closed the door.

Prima put the plastic bag she was carrying on the dashboard of the car. Mr. Supri came in and sat in the steering wheel, then started running the car.

"Non Prima this hour hasn't slept?" tanya Supri opened the conversation.

"It just so happens not yet, sir. I just finished my college assignment to collect tomorrow afternoon" replied Prima.

"Oo .. so troublesome yes," Supri said as if representing her employer's family.

"It's okay, sir. Mas Rayan's family will later become my family as well" said Prima.

"Aamiin .. May Allah grant yes, Non," Supri said.

The car carrying Prima has now entered the courtyard of Pak Baskoro's house and stopped in front of the terrace. Prima got out of the car without forgetting the water in the plastic bag he put on the dashboard of the car. While Mr. Supri keeps the car to the garage.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Prima as he entered the house and went straight into Tiara's room.

"Eh, Mama Pipim has arrived, dear," Miss Nastiti tells Tiara that Prima has come to see Prima coming.

"Sir, Ma'am," said Prima then kissed the backs of her parents' hands alternately.

Prima took off and put her backpack on the side of the room. "Before a while, dear Tiara," he told Tiara and exited the room.

Prima stepped towards the kitchen to pick up the glass and spoon. After getting the two objects, Prima immediately poured water in a bag in plastic that he held into a glass. The glass that was filled with water he moved to the dining table. He then took ablution water in a special faucet where the ablution is near the small mosque of the house.

Prima went back to the dining room to get the glass. Arriving in Tiara's room, Prima placed the glass she carried on the nightstand.

"Mom, can I have a sling for a Tiara sling?" ask Prima to Miss Nastiti.

Ms. Nastiti immediately took what Prima had asked of her from the closet. "This, dear," he said, handing over the folded sling.

Prima received the cloth and carried Tiara. He began to do as his father had told him.

Rasya who saw the activities carried out by Prima just smiled. 'Children today, how are there still those who wear it? Can a Caucasian child be able to perform such a ritual?' his inner.

After a few minutes, Tiara seemed to have calmed down. Seeing that happening, Rasya returned to his room. Prima laid Tiara on her bed.

"Prima, will you sleep here or in the next room? The next room is empty." Ms. Nastiti gave an offer.

Prima looked towards the middle-aged woman. "Here you go, Mom. Fear Tiara will wake up again" he replied.

"Yes, my mother and father want to go back to our room" said Ms. Nastiti.

"Yes, Mom. Please," replied Prima.

The two middle-aged couples walked out of Tiara's room without forgetting to close the door.

"Our daughter-in-law this time is very different, ma'am with our former daughter-in-law that one," said Mr. Baskoro when they were in the room.

"This is really our daughter-in-law's candidate, sir. That one is just a fake daughter-in-law. His son just bothers," said Ms. Nastiti.

"Hus, you don't say that, ma'am," reproached Mr. Baskoro.

"Mom wants to go to Sukorejo, sir. Seeing her children Rania. When are they here again?" mummified Bu Nastiti.

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A few Days later Nadia received a notification letter sent from her campus via post.

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