True Love Never Ends
The Part 71
After the candle blow event was over, Azhar said goodbye to Mera and her parents. He also apologized because he and Nasha were not invited, they came because Nasha wanted to accompany Harry.
"Oh yeah? Why don't you invite them, Mera? Though they are Harry's family and very nice people" Anjana scolds who makes Mera cut her lips.
"We're good people, Auntie. That's why Mera doesn't like it" said Nasha who made Anjana laugh amusedly.
"Yes, it could be" she replied, which once again made Mera melt her lips because she felt her mama was even very close to Nasha even defending her.
"But the party is just beginning, why are you going home?" ask Niranjan.
"It looks like Nasha is not feeling well" Azhar replied.
"Oh so, are you sick, son?" asked Anjana while putting the back of her hand on Nasha's forehead. And somehow it makes Nasha's heart feel like a warmth "But your body is not hot" continued Anjana and Nasha just smiled thinly "Before going home, at least eat the cake first yes. It's my daughter's thanksgiving, I can't take it if a guest comes home without eating" Anjana said as she cut a tart and placed it on a small plate, not up there, he even greeted Nasha and Nasha manut alone, taking bribes from this foreign woman.
"The cake is delicious" said Nasha right away, because when Anjana kissed her, Nasha felt the cake was indeed very good, as if she had never eaten before.
"You likey?" anjana asked softly and at once Nasha nodded quickly. Mera who saw it glared annoyed, while Hanin and the others just chuckled.
"Then, just bring some of this cake" said Anjana again.
"Don't!" exclaim Nasha and Azhar together "We came without invitation, cook yes we go home with cake. In addition, we even went home before the event was over" said Azhar who made Anjana and Niranjan chuckle.
"If we knew you first, we would have given you a VIP invitation" Niranjan said, making Nasha smile.
"Truely Mr. Azhar is also a lecturer Hanin, Pa. He teaches Arabic. Nasha also attended the same campus as Hanin, just in Medicine" Hanin continued.
"Oh yes, the world is very narrow" Anjana cried happily.
"All her chatting, Mera ignored. Heh" Mera's grumble that invites laughter, even Nasha laughs along.
"Yes, when this is your party the girl stinks. But like her I'm the one who attracts attention" Nasha joked.
"Nasha, she's not a smelly girl" Azhar said quickly "I'm sorry Nasha, Om, Auntie" said Azhar.
"What the hell, Mera was still a child yesterday afternoon" said Niranjan teasing Mera, making Mera scowl annoyed.
While Harry had noticed that since then he could only smile, he seemed to see a perfect family.
"Yes, we go home first. Har, if you still want to be here no matter what" Nasha's remark certainly makes Harry and Mera feel happy.
"Wait a minute, Auntie is serious when she says you have to bring some of this cake" said Anjana.
"don't, Auntie" refused Nasha.
"Don't refuse, or next year we won't invite you again" Niranjan said.
Anjana ordered one of her servants to wrap the cake and gave it to Nasha.
"Thank you very much" said Nasha embarrassedly.
"Back of love" Anjana replied.
And when he got home, like his parents Azhar had already slept.
"Darling, you go straight to the room. Let me keep this cake in the fridge" Azhar said as she opened the door with the key she had brought.
"I still want to eat the cake" said Nasha.
"Hem, alright" murmured Azhar.
The two of them went to the kitchen, Azhar took a cake and a small plate. Then he cut the cake and put it on the plate, Nasha chewed it in silence.
"What's wrong?" azhar asked, and Nasha laughed wryly.
"What the hell, just like this cake was delicious. But now it is ordinary, like a tart cake in general" answered Nasha who made Azhar frown confused.
Nasha put the cake into the refrigerator "Sleep yuk. I sleepy" his whining spoiled at Azhar, making Azhar chuckle.
"Yes yes, but first change clothes and ablution first. Okay?"
"okay"
"Oh yes, what if you are a nyantri, dear" Azhar said as she embraced the spoiled Nasha in her arms, even Azhar had a little trouble opening the door to her room because Nasha was so spoiled like a baby.
"What's nyantri?" nasha asked confusedly.
"So santri, enter the pesantren"
"Huh?" pekik Nasha and he immediately broke away from Azhar.
"Why?" ask Nasha again.
"It's nothing, just who knows you want to be a santri. Study religion in pesantren, do not nginep kok and insya Allah will not disturb your lecture"
"Can he? As far as I know, that santri lived in a boarding school for years"
"Can I take care of it later"
"And you can teach me here, dear" said Nasha then who realized his religious knowledge is not only minimal but almost non-existent. He could not even read the Qur'an smoothly, the recitation of prayers only memorized the obligatory course.
Azhar is very capable of teaching Nasha that, but Azhar wants Nasha to get something that might not be able to be obtained outside. It is a true, civilized association.
Azhar noticed that Nasha sometimes did not pay attention to her behavior and speech anywhere and anytime, and that really harmed Nasha herself. Azhar could also reprimand Nasha and tell her how she was civilized with others.
But by being a santri, Nasha will learn slowly. Will be carried away by the atmosphere and civilized like pesantren. In addition, Nasha will be more diligent and enjoy studying with her friends at the boarding school later than studying alone with Azhar. Of course Azhar will also teach Nasha at home, but he believes, by entering Nasha into the boarding school will make Nasha's person better and better.
"Yes, I'll teach you here. But then try first school in pesantren, at least a week first. If you like it, go on"
"Okey" Nasha replied enthusiastically.