I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
Legacies

By late afternoon Nafisa had already returned home. Persuading Nafisa turned out to be easier than Antika. Nafisa who is an obedient child only needs to be heard complaining without being advised even he already knows what to do.

Nafisa resigned and tried to give up her father's decision. He knew the rules applied to him. About marrying his kafa'ah nasab. But admiring Adam is human. And, love can come to anyone indiscriminately.

After taking Nafisa home, Syifa taught TPQ at the jami' mosque of the Arab village. Along the way he still thought of what Inspiration said. Seeing children stammering in iqro made him think of his childhood. Although his childhood was less pleasant because he was different from others, but in the end he was grateful for being born in this village. He felt that everything he experienced brought wisdom. Thanks to all the bitter experiences he had finally become the Asyifa he is today.

"Excuse me!" Suddenly a baritone voice rang out his daydream.

Syifa immediately turned her head towards the source of the voice.

"Yes, what's wrong?" syifa asked, looking at the door. A young man was standing in the doorway.

"Habib Imron is there?" tanyakanya.

"Try searching inside the mosque!" syifa said.

Because usually abi Imron is in the mosque along with male students.

"Nothing!" abugn.

"You looking for me?" asked Habib Imron who just came out of the bathroom. "What's wrong?"habib Imron.

Syifa no longer cared about the chatter of the two. Syifa chose to go back into her room to end her teaching. The day is approaching Maghrib.

"Alright children, since it's approaching Maghrib let's end the study this afternoon. Let's close with prayer together!"

After reading the prayer closed the assembly of children scattered to go home to each of them. Syifa went home on foot to her house.

Not had time to enter the yard of his house, he saw his mother sitting on the porch of the house with a sad face.

"Assynolt, Ma. Why are you outside? are there guests?’’ ask Syifa to her mother.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Yes, yes, there was someone who came," said Rosa confirmed it.

"Who's coming, Ma?" tanyakanya.

"You remember not the nephew of Fatimah's grandmother who lived in Mecca? he came and got angry,"

"Well, why, Ma?" ask Syifa while sitting next to her mother.

"He was upset that no one told him that. My mom doesn't know her phone number and where she lives. So how do you tell try? This he went to Habib Imron's house to ask them for an explanation. Mama doesn't think with him Syifa, Mama's premonition is not good about him," said Rosa.

"Already, Ma. We better get inside the house. Soon adzan maghrib reverberated. Come on, Ma!" Syifa invited her mother inside.

Before long the Adhan reverberated Syifa and his mother immediately performed congregational prayers.

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The next day when he was about to go to work, Fatimah's grandmother's nephew came back. Rosa finally abandoned her intention to leave.

"You mean to take over this house?" ask Rosa.

"Yes, you're right. The house, and also the ownership of my aunt Ane kiosk are entitled to have it!"

The deg!

Rosa was surprised. All this time he hadn't thought about it.

What trials are these, O Allah! rosa murmured in the heart.

Rosa was silent thinking about this. It's true everything he said. This house is not his right. All this time he forgot if he was just hitchhiking at Fatimah's grandmother's house.

However, after many years of living in this house it feels very heavy if you have to leave this house. For he has occupied this house long enough. Even this house has been considered as his own home. Many memories in this house when he first came to the presence of Syifa.

"Sir, is there no other way? What if you sell it to me? anyway you live abroad," persuaded Rosa.

"Huh, bought it? are you willing to pay?" tanyanya.

Rosa does not have a lot of money. If you have to pay for this house directly, of course, he cannot.

"What if you let me take it?" pinta Rosa's.

"Hahaha... want to pay until when? just wasting my time. Tell you what, I'm giving you an offer. What if you marry Ane? if Ente is willing Ane will hand over this inheritance to Ente as her dowry!" abugn.

"Mama, what's going on?" ask Syifa who just came out of her room. Syifa had just finished preparing to go to work. However, he heard that someone had visited so early.

"Oh, yeah Ane almost forgot. You even have a beautiful daughter. If you don't want to, your son can too!" he smiled with a sly smile.

"Jaga talk you. I'll never want to marry you let alone hand over my daughter to you. Please give us time to pack. I'd rather leave this house than be your wife!" rosa said with a fury.

"Why are you angry with Ane? Ane just wants to provide a good solution for Ente. If you marry Ane, it will lift the degree of Ente. Isn't she pregnant without a husband? Ane here offers a noble thing to Enta. Make Ente as a wife for Ane. You should be grateful to be Ane's wife!"

"Look at Ente's daughter was even this big, but Ente was still single for many years. No one wants to marry you, right?"

Rosa was increasingly annoyed by the words of the person in front of her who just spoke. He wanted to tear his mouth. However, as much as possible Rosa remained calm facing him.

"Enough! Please go, give me a day to pack my personal belongings. Tomorrow I will leave this house. Tomorrow you can take this house and also Fatimah ummi kiosk. I make sure I will not bring any Umm Fatimah items that are not my right!"

"Ma" said Syifa, holding her mother's arm.

He still did not understand why he had to leave this house. His birthplace. Where he grew up from childhood until now he grew up. It feels so sad to leave this house.

"Later, Mama will explain Syifa!" rosa said to her daughter.

"Alright if it's Ente's wish, Ane will go to come back tomorrow! Assalamu'alaikum" he said with a sly smile.

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