Titian Love Nadia
Rania Masita Bagaskara's

The days leading up to the end of PKL Nadia and her friends. That means the marriage between Prima and Rayan is getting in sight. The preparation they did was very mature. Good for the event or reception. From the building, the wedding dress, even the invitation has been spread. Unlike the wedding for Rasya and Nadia who seemed to be impressed suddenly and closed.

"You want us to have a reception like Rayan Sama Prima?" rasha asked his wife one night when they were doing a pillow talk.

"No, I just want us to live in our own house. Here too crowded, especially later Prima and Rayan will also definitely live here, after marriage," said Nadia.

"But the same Father Mother does not allow us to move from here" Rasya said.

"And now Raka is here. Let him accompany his eyes," said Nadia.

"When you graduate from college. We moved to Bandung and stayed in the villa, how?" cetus Rasia.

"Really, Mas?" nadia asked with a face of sumringah.

"Yes, Honey. The important thing is that you are happy" Rasya said, touching his wife's nose.

"Why don't we just live in an apartment?" nadia Mulan.

"Mas doesn't taste good to Tomi. All this time the apartment has been occupied by Tomi, so it's not good to say." said Rasya.

Nadia got up and shuffled to get out of bed.

"Where are you going, honey?" ask Rasya.

"To the kitchen, to get some water," said Nadia.

"Bikinin Mas warm fresh tea huh. Just take it to the back garden. We'll have a chat there" said Rasya.

"OKAY. There's more" said Nadia then asked.

"Nothing" said Rasya.

Nadia came out of the room instantly closing the door. When almost in the kitchen he passed by Raka.

"Not sleeping, Auntie?" ask Raka.

"Not sleepy yet, Ka," replied Nadia. "Tante wants to make warm tea for papa, Raka wants to make warm tea too?" tanyakanya.

"By, Aunt. But the sweet yes," said Raka. He is seen now following Nadia behind him.

"Wait in the dining chair, Raka. Aunty makein," Nadia's pinta.

"Yes, Aunt."

Raka sat sweetly in the dining chair that was in the kitchen. He noticed the stepmother boiling water and concocting tea for him and the father. He remembered his mother and sister in the village. He can only visit them during the semester break.

Feeling noticed Nadia also turned to the child and smiled. He brought a cup of warm sweet tea for the young man. "This is your tea, Raka," he said.

Raka became curious when her stepmom brought tea in a glass teapot that she said for her papa through the back door.

"Where is aunt going?" ask Raka.

Nadia turned her head and replied, "Your father is waiting in the back garden. If you want to join, come on!"

"What can you do, Auntie?" Raka scrunched her forehead.

"That's it" replied Nadia briefly. He left Raka.

However, Raka instead left the kitchen while carrying her sweet tea ceramic cup back to the living room. There was already his omnya - Rayan who was sitting while pressing the remote button directed towards the rectangular screen with a setoples of cassava chips on her lap.

"Bikin kok Om Rayan coffee not all in make anyway, Kak?" hiss Rayan.

"Where does Raka know that Om Rayan wants to accompany Raka to watch TV? Usually Om Rayan is also busy," Raka's grin. He put his tea cup on the table and sat down next to Rayan.

Rayan took the cup, then sipped it slowly. "Loh, tho tea? Om kira coffee," he said with his jaw dialect is still thick.

"Don't om dong! That's a special tea made by young mama," prevent Raka.

"Ish, young mama. hahaha ... Since when did you call Nadia with the young mama?" ask Rasya who just heard the new name Raka. He put the cup he held onto the table again. The cup was taken by Raka.

"Hehehe .. from now on," answered Raka then sipped tea made by her stepmother who was still smoking.

"Eh, sister, you already have the view of where you don't want to go to college?" asked Rayan suddenly.

"No, Om. Hold a lot of brochures."

"Not yet, just wait a few more months you will graduate High School. So where do you need to go to college?" tymphal Rayan's.

"Yes, if you graduate," joked Raka.

"Well, if you don't graduate. Can hang you with your Papa," threatened Rayan.

"Ih, fear. What papa is. Kidding, Om. Alhamdulillah Raka entered the top five really, but confused where to go to college? Raka used to even want nyantri in pesantren," said Raka.

"Do you want to study at a faith-based university? At home or abroad?" ask Rayan again. "You want to go to college in Australia. After marrying Om, he plans to take a doctorate there," he bargained.

"Keep Om ninggalin Aunt Pipim dong? Too bad luck Aunt Pipim, left behind," regretted Raka.

"Then you go to college where Aunt Pipim lectures, so you can take care of Aunt Pipim for Om Rayan. There's only one more year left" said Rayan.

"Good idea, Om. Raka is not ready if you go to college, especially abroad. Raka feels sorry for the mother who worked hard to help the father finance the school siblings," said Raka agreed to Rayan's proposal.

"Why not worry or jealousy? If Aunt Pipim will like Raka how? Raka is similar to Om Rayan, more handsome than Om Rayan even," said Raka with the pedunya.

"Tante Prima is not likely to like small children," said Rayan.

"Ye, this Raka is soon to be a college boy, Om. Masa said little boy," refused Raka.

"I mean Om, Aunt Pipim is not likely to like men who are younger than her age," said Rayan.

"Why is that impossible?"

"If that happens, then we're at war" Rayan threatened. "So how? You want to not take care of Aunt Pipim for Om?" ask him again.

"This is Allah, Om, but it is still a long time, Raka has not repeated the first semester. Pas Raka entered Aunt Pipim must have almost graduated. It might as well have graduated," said Raka.

The two Om and nephews who looked so familiar spent the weekend until late at night with chatter. Even it seems like Raka is more familiar with her om than with her own papa.

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Husband

[Honey, it will be a break to the room Mas ya. Someone wants to meet you. I also ordered lunch for you.]

Nadia returned her phone to the table after reading a message from her husband. He looked back at the laptop screen in front of him. A few minutes later, he turned off the laptop.

Shortly after the break arrived, Nadia immediately shut down her laptop. He got up from his seat. Grabbing a bag and putting a cell phone in it.

Nadia stepped over to her fellow PKL cubicle. "Arif, you two eat together. I've been waiting for my husband" she said.

"Yes, Nad. It's okay" said the young man.

After saying goodbye to her friend, Nadia came out of the cubicle and walked casually towards the elevator. She pressed the button to the 12th floor where her husband's room was located.

When we got to Rasya's room. He did not enter the room, but just stood in front of the room. His gaze was focused on the people who were inside Rasya's room. It seems they have just arrived too.

Nadia saw her mother-in-law holding a child at the age of Atar. Shines happily from his eyes. A woman with a bulging stomach was also between them. The hijab-wearing woman kissed the reverence of the back of her husband's hand. Rasya also smiled looking at the woman. A moment later Nadia saw Rasya stroking the hijab woman.

Nadia's feelings were turbulent. He decided to go back or where. As long as he does not enter Rasya's room, he is not ready. His heart wondered who was this woman? What other secrets has her husband hidden?

Nadia went back inside the elevator that was walking upwards. Roof top is now the goal. On the floor of the building Baskoro Groups was turned into a cafe by the manager. Cafe designed with a simple but elegant concept.

Arriving at the roof top Nadia chose to sit on a long bench. He leaned his back. His chest rumbled withstanding something that stifled his chest. He ordered a glass of ice. Hope to calm his soul.

"The woman is so sholihah. Who is that woman really? Why does Mom look so happy? Is that woman Mas Rasya's wife who was hidden from me?" Nadia could only guess.

In the room of Rasya.

"Where is it, Shay? Why did it take so long?" cecar Bu Nastiti on his eldest son.

"After Rasya called, Mom," said Rasya trying to contact Nadia. Nadia's phone is not active.

Rasya opened a laptop connected to the office cctv. He looked in Nadia's cubicle. However, it can be seen on the screen that the room is empty. Rasya replayed backwards. It turned out that Nadia had arrived at the door of her room, but did not enter.

"Rasya knows where Nadia is now, ma'am. You guys wait here, I'll catch up with him" Pinta Rasya.

Rasya got up out of his room. Walk to the elevator to the roof top. He found Nadia sitting alone with a glass of ice kapucino.

Rasya threw his ass beside his wife. Nadia jumped in shock, but it did not last long.

"Why don't you go into Mas's room, Hem?" tanyanya stroked the top of his wife's head covered in cloth.

"Who is that girl?" Nadia asked putting aside her husband's question.

"Come with Mas! Later you will also know for yourself," asked Rasya to pull Nadia's hand.

Nadia also lazily followed her husband who dragged her like a buffalo shuffled her nose.

"Know, Honey. This is Rania, your sister-in-law who married and followed her husband living in Kendal. He deliberately went to Jakarta because he wanted to attend Rayan's wedding next week" Rasya told Nadia.

"Oo this is Madam Nadia, beautiful huh, Mas? I know Rania, Ma'am. Sorry when Nadia and Mas Rasya married I could not attend because I just gave birth," said Rania shaking Nadia's hand.

"It's okay, Ma'am. Whoa, now want more like that?" sahut Nadia took her hand off Rania and stroked her stomach.

"Well, how do you call Mommy, honey? She's your sister-in-law" Rasya said.

"I don't usually call the name doang to the older one, Mas," elak Nadia.

"Yes, Miss Nadia. I also do not feel good to be called Ma'am with my sister-in-law," said Rania.

"Your husband didn't come here, Rania?" rasha asked the hijab-wearing woman who was pregnant in front of her.

"No, Mas. There's still work. He said he wanted to follow when the work was done," answered the woman who turned out to be Rania - Rasya's younger sister.

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