True Love Never Ends
The Part 77
Azhar follows her Abi opening her shop because it just so happens that today she and Nasha are equally no class.
While the school in the boarding school was afternoon, then the morning Azhar followed her Abi while Nasha followed her Ummi opened their respective stores.
"Abi, Azhar wants to talk." said Azhar after they both opened the store and arranged the store in such a way.
"What are you talking about, son?" ask Abi Fadlan.
"Azhar wants to enlarge Abi's shop, Azhar has friends who can provide loans as capital"
"In debt?" ask Abi Fadlan not to like.
"Azhar calls her an investment, because she'll get a share of our profits later. That's also if Abi agrees" said Azhar. Abi Fadlan smiled and he looked at his son fixedly.
"Let's know, you need more money for Nasha's tuition, right?" abi Fadlan and Azhar asked slowly.
"Sorry, Bi. Azhar is still a hassle" said Azhar and he really felt embarrassed because he could not be independent.
"What's the trouble, Azhar? Actually Abi and Ummi you have been talking about it for a long time, it's just that you've been busy on campus and boarding school. We did plan on giving our store to you, just think of it as a legacy. This is all we got, son. While we already know, our income if not for you and Nasha, it is for whom else" Azhar was filled to hear his father's words, how lucky he was at the gift of a great man like his father.
"Yes, but now Abi and Ummi are working. So Azhar decided she would also take care of this store and develop it"
"So you're talking about that with Nasha?" abi Fadlan and Azhar asked.
"Nasha had wanted to quit college for a long time and wanted to work with Ummi, but Azhar did not allow it. Azhar believes he is still able to lecture Nasha to the end"
"It's definitely possible, son. Insha'allah. There will still be Abi and Ummi mu" exclaimed Abi Fadlan who made Azhar touched.
"Sorry Azhar has not been successful and has not been proud of Ummi and Abi" he said, sincerely apologizing from the heart.
"You have been successful and by fighting for your wife's education, you are very proud of us" said the father.
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While at the bakery, Nasha saw buyers who were getting rame. Nasha was so eager to help her mother-in-law.
"Jeng Rifa's..." Nasha and Ummi Rifa turned to hear the sound of the bell.
"Eh Jeng Retno, where are you from?" tanya Ummi Rifa and the middle-aged woman walked over to Ummi Rifa who is currently arranging cakes in the storefront.
"From the mall, Jeng. Keep wanting bread, so stop by. Oh yes, this is your daughter-in-law who often said she was very beautiful..." Miss Retno poking Nasha's chin makes Nasha laugh.
"Yes, her name is Nasha. Beautiful right?" the Ummi Rifa.
"He'em, that's so pretty. Don't be happy what Jeng Rifa's grandson will be like. Her father was handsome as an Arab, her mother was beautiful as an Indian, and her son could be like a British prince later" his words made Ummi Rifa laugh happily while Nasha smiled shyly because she was praised in such a way.
"Indeed, Nasha is of Indian descent, yes or Pakistani?" asked Bu Retno again which immediately made Nasha speechless with a stiff expression. Because he doesn't know whose blood is flowing in his veins.
"Yes, he is of Arab and Pakistani descent. Then her beautiful like miss World" Ummi answered Rifa quickly as she realized Nasha's expression.
"Okay, Jeng. Look also dong son-in-law like this, already beautiful, graceful, diligent again help her in-laws" praise her again that makes Ummi Rifa laugh while Nasha can only smile.
"Haha, just pray, ask Allah" replied Ummi Rifa. The two mothers were still chatting while Nasha was busy serving the buyers who came and went.
Nasha himself was surprised by the person called Bu Retno, when he said he came because he wanted bread but he actually seemed to come just to gossip.
After the dzuhur adhan, Azhar picked up Nasha because it was time for them to go to the pesantren
Azhar also still had time to meet Retno's mother who was still busy gossiping.
After saying goodbye to Ummi Rifa and Bu Retno. Azhar and Nasha immediately rushed home, then the two prepared to go to the boarding school.
As usual, Nasha learned the same as santri in his general. But what distinguishes him is still far behind.
He began to write Arabic script, but still very late and often wrong. That's his obstacle. The rest, Nasha learned very quickly. What's more every night Azhar always repeats the lesson that was last day and again teaches it casually to Nasha.
After finishing her lessons at the boarding school, Azhar and Nasha pick up her Abi to the store because it was late afternoon. While Ummi Rifa does not need to be picked up because he is riding his beloved scooter.
"Azhar, can I do something?" nasha asked while they were still on their way to pick up Abi Fadlan.
"Ask what, dear?" ask Azhar softly.
"If I help Ummi Rifa sell online, can I?" asked Nasha while looking at Azhar.
"Why?" azhar asked still in a soft tone.
"The Ummi shop is getting more crowded, just that the stock is always the same every day and the place is limited. If I sell online, the income will certainly increase, continue to be able to develop Ummi stores deh. Surely later it could be a successful bakery and cake shop, the store can be enlarged as well" said Nasha very seriously and Azhar listen to his wife's words are good.
"Good idea, but remember! Do not disturb your learning activities yes" replied Azhar who made Nasha smile happily. He immediately gave a kiss gift on Azhar's cheek.
"More love, so husband really understanding this you, hm? Gemes deh, want to kiss continuously" said Nasha and still give a small kiss on Azhar's cheek. Even he was not aware that Azhar had stopped his car since then and Abi Fadlan had also been standing next to the car. Seeing the ridiculous behavior of his son-in-law while shaking his head.
Abi Fadlan also knocked on the front glass door which made Nasha surprised.
"Eh, Abi.." exclaimed Nasha and she immediately moved away from the chuckling Azhar.
"My boy who lost aggressively" muttered Abi Fadlan and he got into the car, sitting in the backseat.