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46. Comfortable House

“UMI!” Shahla immediately slammed into Umi Zahra's arms when her legs finally retraced in Darul Quran's courtyard. Umi Zahra who waited with Abah Baharuddin on the porch of the house spread her arms, preparing to welcome the arrival of the princess.

“Syahla is very similar to Umi,” Syahla said in the arms of her mother. After two weeks of traveling to the house of in-laws and pesantrennya first, Syahla only felt relieved after arriving at his own home.

“The same phenomenon as Umi aja tuh, same Abah no?” Abah Baharuddin pretended to sulk. Shahla laughed and hugged her brother. “Syahla is also very close to Abah,”

“Woy, these goods transported first dong!” gus Sahil protest carrying several bags from the trunk of a car. As an older brother, Gus Sahil was indeed in charge of picking up the arrival of Syahla and Ustadz Amar at the airport.

Syahla stared at her only sister it was fierce. “I'm tired of lo Mas!”

“Indeed you are tired, your husband is too!” Gus Sahil pointed at Ustadz Amar who was walking towards them by dragging a large suitcase.

“My husband did not protest, tuh!” Shahla stuck out her tongue. “Emang basically aja Mas Sahil is weak.”

“You yes!” Gus Sahil was about to pin the head of his super-fussy sister, but Syahla ran away into the house.

“AISHA!” shahla exclaimed as Hafsa, her sister-in-law came out holding her young daughter. “Aunty kangen heavy!”

Shahla immediately extended her hands and held Aisha in her arms. He was then busy kissing the cheek of the padlock Aisha, even though the little girl seemed to still be half conscious because she just woke up from sleep.

“Aduh, my son is broken later,”Gus Sahil said dramatically. “Try to see Aisha's face is lo, not interested blas with you!”

Syahla grieved, she looked at the face of her nephew who did look flat. But he did not care and continued to kiss Aisha's cheek with his anxiety.

“Eh, Aunty brought gifts for Aisha,” Syahla then turned his eyes to Ustadz Amar who just entered the house. “By where is Mas?” tanyanya.

“This,” Ustadz Amar looks troubled with all his luggage. “There is in the suitcase.”

“Mbok ya aidedin to her husband,” Umi Zahra took over Aisha from Sjahla sling. “Pity is your husband repot.”

Syahla smiled smirked. Alright, if the first lady has already ruled, she cannot refuse unless she wants to be cursed to stone. In the end he approached the husband and took a few small bags to help bring him.

Finished cleaning up his belongings, Syahla and Ustadz Amar joined his family as they gathered on a second-floor balcony. Some types of food are arranged in the middle of them.

“The dining chair is not enough, so Abah ngide to eat here and enjoy the breeze.”

Shahla nodded her head at Hafsa's explanation. Well, he did not care to eat where, the important thing is now that he was impatient to eat the results of home cooking that he had long missed.

“MasyaAllah, so good!” Syahla exclaimed after putting one mouthful of chicken opor into her mouth. “It's soft, the roof fits!” his comments again were like a Master Chef jury.

“Dih, don't need songong ya Mas! Even though I am not really good at cooking, but when compared to the same sampeyan anyway, I certainly won!” Syahla. “It's not Mas?” Syahla asked for support from Ustadz Amar who was only able to smile while nodding.

“Oh yes? Then what if tomorrow we race to determine?” challenge Gus Sahil.

“Come! Who's afraid!”

“DON't!!” Hafsa and Ustadz Amar shouted together. For a moment, they looked at each other in surprise, but soon they understood that the cooking ability of the brothers did not seem much different.

“Eh, so in fact I have made plans whatever will be cooked up for the next week. They also gave me notes on what to spend. Fear if you cook later, they become disappointed.” Hafsa tried to give any explanation that seemed reasonable. “Syahla must be tired too right? So just use this one week to rest huh?”

“OK deh, if mbak Hafsa said so.” Fortunately, Shahla was very soft on her sister-in-law. “I also miss my bed here,”

Sontak, Ustadz Amar, Hafsa, Umi Zahra and Abah Baharuddin breathed a sigh of relief. They are very grateful for not having to taste the death cuisine of Gus Sahil and Shahla. Quietly Ustadz Amar praised the ability of his brother-in-law who could make a reasonable excuse in a short time.

“Eh, but you guys already have plans to have children yet?” umi Zahra's question made Ustadz Amar instantly choke. Syahla immediately gave a glass of water to the husband and answered his uminya with a grunt.

“Duh Umi, what is the question so anyway? Kan Umi himself said that I should focus on college first to finish quickly. If for example I have children, my education could be neglected right? Besides my marriage with Mas Amar the goal is not just to get children, but because I want to keep me who is in college in Jakarta.”

“Yes, Umi knows. Umi just asked, you two already have plans to have children what not? If you haven't answered yet. Precisely Umi was willing to give advice to you if you do not quickly have children first. First, Syahla is still a child, it seems mentally not too able to be a mother. Second, Syahla is still in college. The third, you are his home far away in Jakarta, fear later Syahla even stress because no one helps.”

“Oh...” Syahla scratches his nape embarrassed. “Finally Syahla thought Umi wanted to be a netizen rese whose name was ‘when to have children, when to have children’ so. Sorry about Mi. When it comes to kids, we both decide to delay first. We want to enjoy our courtship after marriage. Isn't it Mas?”

Ustadz Amar nodded his head. “It's true Mi. My wife and I talked about this. And as Umi said, we are also worried about those three points. Fear if we are both not ready, later our children even lack affection.”

“Good it,” sahut Abah Baharuddin. “Because having a child is not just about giving birth to it. But his responsibility is for life. If you are not ready, it is better to postpone it first. You guys enjoy being newlyweds first. If you already have children where can be friendly freely?”

“Aduh, really.” Gus Sahil took a long breath. “Now if I want to be friendly with Hafsa must wait for Aisha to sleep first.”

“Mas Gus,” Hafsa pinched the waist of the husband who immediately invited the laughter of everyone in the room.

“Eh, but by the way, now that you guys are sleeping already in the room?” the Hafsa Goda after everyone's laughter subsided. Syahla and Ustadz Amar immediately widened their eyes.

“Loh, did you guys not sleep in the room?” Umi Zahra wondered. “Why? Still shy huh?”

Syahla hid her face behind her husband's back. “MBAK HAFSA!”

The small balcony was filled with laughter from everyone.