When Hamzah Met Alifa
Matchmaking

"Please come in, Mom!" said a fat woman who became an assistant rash ladder in rashh Haida. "Sit down first. Let me call Oma Haida first."

Hamzah just nodded and complied. He sat on a super soft sofa while his gaze could not be separated from observing the surroundings.

It turned out that Oma Haida, the woman who asked him to be her grandson's master was a residing one, thought Hamzah. 

All of that is visible from Haida's large house with a large courtyard. So is the furniture in the house. 

However, it does not make Hamzah stunned. Although only this first time he entered a house that deserves to be called as a palace.

Before long there was a sound of footsteps coming from the stairs. A pair of feet wearing feather sandals came down the stairs.

It was Haida who smiled to welcome Hamzah. Behind Haida, there was a teenage boy who was tailing with an enthusiastic-looking face.

"Mas Hamzah, introduce this Yusuf, my grandson," Haida pointed to the teenage boy behind her. "Well, Yusuf, this is Mas Hamzah. Teacher njai you now."

The young man reached out to Hamzah and gave a reverent greeting. Making Hamzah smile will be a small gesture of courtesy shown by Joseph.

"There was actually another granddaughter of mine named Alifa. But it looks like he's a little late. So, Yusuf's the one who started njai huh?"

Joseph nodded and said, "Okay, Oma."

Hamzah and Joseph were shown a gazebo by the pool. The gazebo is also on the side of the garden with white rose plants blooming.

So that anyone who sits there will definitely feel a puddle. 

Yusuf opened his Quranic mushaf and began studying with Hamzah. Meanwhile, at the front door, Alifa seemed to be in a hurry walking across towards the middle room

Alifa passed Haida who had been waiting for her return since earlier. Haida immediately folded her hands in front of her chest and put on a fierce face.

"Alifa," said Haida, who made Alifa stop her footsteps. "Oma told you, this afternoon you have to pay attention. Why are you coming home late?"

Alifa clucked in annoyance. She does feel regret if the grandmother always wonders what is not important.

"So it's jammed, Oma," replied Alifa briefly.

Haida observed the look on Alifa's face which indeed this time seemed to be telling the truth. Then Haida asked Alifa to quickly change her clothes.

Alifa had to obey orders from her grandmother. He went into the room and just five minutes later, Alifa had come out with a light green robe.

"Alifa," call Oma Haida from the kitchen.

Alifa twisted her body while clucking in annoyance. His lips were thick with panted eyes.

"What the hell, Oma?"

"Here please bring a drink for Mas Hamzah" Haida said, pointing at a tray containing a glass of mango juice. "Oma forgot to call your mom, there's an important need."

Alifa had to accept the tray. Then back to the gazebo near the pool.

Arriving near the gazebo, Alifa saw a young man who was teaching his sister to read the Quran. Alifa was right behind the young man so she could not see the face of the one who became his teacher.

However, when viewed from his strapping back, Alifa could guess if the young man was not far in age with Alifa.

"Ehem."

Alifa deliberately cleared her throat loudly for the young man to turn towards her.

And it's true. The young man looked up as soon as he heard Alifa cleared his throat. At that time Alifa was in a lowered position staring at the tray she was holding.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ustadz, this is the drink I just put here?" said Alifa who put a tray on the wooden table next to the gazebo.

Then Alifa turned to her teacher and at that moment the eyes of Alifa were perfectly round. He was imprisoned when he saw Hamzah's face.

Alifa immediately recalled the incident earlier this morning where she snatched the canned drink that she thought was hers.

"Lho's? You?" tanya Alifa pointed at Hamzah's face which also looked surprised. "You were the one this morning…"

Alifa could not continue her words because she herself was ashamed to admit her mistake in seizing Hamzah's drink.

Then Hamzah looked at Joseph with a smile. "Engga. We don't know each other. I've only ever met. Yuk, continue reading."

Joseph nodded and obeyed Hamzah's command to continue reading. While Alifa clucked irritably while folding her hands in front of her chest.

He was still silent in his place with a chest that held back the shame over the incident this morning. But Hamzah did not respond to anything. Like nothing happened between them.

A while passed, Hamzah turned to Alifa again and glanced sharply using the tip of his eyes.

"You you just stand there, or you want to pay a salary?" ask Hamzah.

"Ck, yes, this is also a salary."

Alfah sat down next to his sister. Open the Quran and read the Basmallah.

"Alifa," rebuked Hamzah softly. Make Alifa stop and raise his head.

"What?" 

"Before reading the Quran, read ta'awudz first" Hamzah said in a soft tone so as not to offend Alifa.

Alifa's forehead shriveled when she heard a single word she rarely heard. "Ta'awudz what is it?"

"Audzubillahi minas syaiton nirojim, Brother Alifa. That's not the time" Joseph sibir.

Then Alfah, who was growing more embarrassed, pinched Joseph's stomach full of anger. He made his sister scream in pain but at that moment Joseph also pinched Alifa's arm.

There was a civil war between Alifa and Joseph. Hamzah sighed, shook his head, and tried to remain patient.

"Hi, hi, already, already," Hamzah's lerai pulled Yusuf's arm apart from the fistfight with his brother.

"Mas Hamzah, help me. Alifa's brother began first," Yusuf complained like a brother to his older brother.

Joseph also hid behind Hamzah's back, asking that Hamzah side with him.

So Hamzah also looked at Alifa who was still glaring with threatening eyes.

"You also do not have the same behavior as your own brother," cried Alifa defended herself.

"Alifa, already! We're here to pay a salary, not to fight. Do you want me to take it to your Oma?"

"Don't!" alifa and Joseph answered. The faces of the two also immediately turned tense when the name Oma was mentioned.

After that, Hamzah also asked the brothers to start focusing on teaching and in anticipation of the same thing repeated again, Hamzah decided to separate Alifa and Joseph rather far apart.

After a while, Joseph was finished. So he went into the house to find water to drink.

Then Joseph met with Oma who also just finished receiving the phone call.

"Yusuf, have you finished teaching him? What do you think of Mas Hamzah?" oma asked while looking at Hamzah who was still teaching Alifa through the window of the house.

"According to me, Mas Hamzah is a good man, Oma. I even want to have an older brother like Mas Hamzah."

Yusuf also told about a small quarrel that had appeared while with Alifa and how Hamzah's actions could be a defender of Joseph from the tantrums of Alifa.

Haida nodded her head while listening to her grandson's story.

At that time, there was an intention that was somehow very steady in Haida's heart. Haida said, "Is that so? Yusuf wants an older brother like Mas Hamzah?"

"Yes, Oma" answered Joseph, who then drank his drink.

"Then Oma wants to mate with Alifa just like Hamzah deh."

Bbbyy.

Yusur gagged his drink which he just gulped. He coughed while patting his chest to relieve the pain.

"What, Oma? Oma seriously?"