I'm a Qualified Old Virgin
The Wedding

On the sidelines waiting for Nafisa who is trying on her wedding dress Syifa and Antika look at the collection of clothes in the boutique neatly arranged.

"Fa, Fa .. Look, deh! the clothes are great!" antika said while taking a dress from one of the shelves in front of her.

She took her dress by attaching it to the front of her body. Then he saw his reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room while turning his body to the right and to the left.

"Suit! look for the groom!" kelakar Syifa commented.

"Well .. if that one, it's heavy. My soul mate has not been able to be snooped up until now. Time to nyicil dress first!" seloroh Antika chuckled while laughing at his own fate. "You should have prepared, Fa. It's only a few months away, isn't it, bang Ilham came home?" tanyanya blinked her eyes a few times.

"What the hell, not yet at the sermon. Sok kepedean want to prepare everything!" kilah Syifa turned to see the other dresses on display.

"Well, I'm sure your soul mate is Nafisa's brother. Bang Ilham is a trustworthy man. Later after coming home from Egypt will definitely khitbah lo deh, Fa!" hatch Antika.

"Great fun, what's the matter?" tanya Nafisa who suddenly appeared wearing a beautiful white robe decorated with swarovski and shimmering beads.

"MasyaaAllah, graceful!" syifa said amazed to see the appearance of the girl with Arab blood while wearing her wedding dress.

"It really fits in with me, doesn't it, Fa?" ask Nafisa who lacks confidence.

"It's a good fit, Sa. You look even more beautiful in this dress!" Syifa. He held onto Nafisa's arm and stared at her intensely while smiling behind her veil.

"I'm nervous, Fa, Tik. Still can't believe I'm getting married tomorrow!" nafisa.

"Srsstttt!" hiss Syifa pointed her index finger in front of Nafisa's mouth. "Don't think too many positive thoughts, Sa. Bismillah .. Everything will go smoothly tomorrow!"

"Amijin!" said Nafisa and Antika together.

"Syifa, here's just come!" someone said.

Asyifa, Nafisa and Antika immediately turned their heads towards the source of the sound. A middle-aged woman looked at the door where a beautiful woman had just come to her with a smile.

"Sorry, Ma. There was still business on campus," said the newly arrived woman.

The three of them immediately chuckled. Apparently the one who had just been called was not their friend Asyifa but another girl who had just come and her name was also Syifa.

"Hahaha .., the name of the market deh, Fa!" antika said chuckled in excitement.

"Ck, it could be this coincidence anyway!" decak Syifa then smiled.

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After from the boutique Syifa helped her mother who was making cakes. Syifa glanced at the Ummi Sharifah who looked pale as it passed through the kitchen.

"Ma, look! Umm Syarifah looked pale. Sure Ummi's tired of taking care of preparations for tomorrow's wedding!" syifa said slowly.

Rosa turned to Ummi Sharifah who was busy pacing here and there. True what his daughter said, ummi Syarifah looks exhausted.

"You go ahead and mix the dough, Mama will be there first!" rosa said then moved closer to Ummi Sharifah.

"Mister, must be tired. Come on, sit down! wait a minute, Ma'am. I'll get you a drink!" rosa said then left after making sure Sharifah followed his direction to sit down.

A few moments later Rosa returned with a glass of warm tea in her hand.

"This, Ma'am. Let's drink first!" softly said.

"Thank you, Ros!" sharifah said, receiving the glass from Rosa's hand and drinking it.

Sharifah smiled with the attention Rosa gave her. Although there is no blood relation, but since the first time Rosa arrived in the Arab village she considers it like her own sister. He is very light hand whenever asked for help. Vice versa. So that makes both very familiar like siblings.

"Now, just take a break, yeah! leave all the kitchen business to us and our relatives, Ma'am!" persuade Rosa.

Sharifah. "Thank you, Ros!" he then went into his room to rest. It is easy to feel tired if there are too many activities.

Rosa then rushed back to finish making her cake with Syifa.

Arriving at the boarding house, there was a small child who followed Syifa and her mother.

"Eh, hello beautiful. What's name?" syifa asked while crouching in front of the child. The boy is so cute and adorable. It is estimated that he is less than six years old.

"Alika, sister," the answer.

"Em, Alika wants to come with Brother in?" ask Syifa.

The boy nodded.

While Rosa had already entered the room first after unlocking the door of the boarding room.

Syifa finally took him into her room.

"Who, Fa?" ask the mother.

"His name is Alika, Ma. He wants to come in!" answer Syifa. "Oh yeah, Brother has cake, here ...!" syifa said while offering a box containing ontbitjkoek cake that he brought from the house of ummi Syarifah. Incidentally there are advantages and ummi ask to be shared for those who helped.

"Kata Papa ... can not be careless feeding people," said the boy innocently while continuing to glance at the cake belonging to Syifa. It is seen if the child is actually tempted to eat it, but he is in a dilemma to remember the message from his father.

"Good girl, what Papa Alika said is true. But it's halal and harmless. Sister eat too?" syifa said, then took a piece of cake and ate it.

Alika seemed to keep looking at him with her mouth slightly open. It appears that the boy wants to eat the cake too.

"Come, fetch!" syifa.

A little timidly the boy plucked the cake.

"Eits .. read the bismillah first, dear!" Syifa reminded.

The boy complied, then put the cake in his mouth.

Syifa rattled the boy's hair in a fit of rage. From his appearance the boy was beautiful and cleanly groomed.

"Alika, this is almost maghrib, you know. Alika isn't wanted by her mother?" ask Syifa.

"Mama Alika doesn't exist. Alika just stay with papa and eyang..," he said.

Syifa seemed stunned to hear it. It is very sad that this small child seems to remind himself who as a child does not have the figure of a father.

"Where does Alika live?" ask Syifa curiously.

"There!" said the boy pointed towards the back of his boarding room which means next to his boarding house.

"Abue ..., Alika ....!"

Suddenly a baritone was heard from outside his room.

"Ah .., that's Papa's voice!" the boy immediately stopped eating when he heard the voice of his papa calling. "Sister, Alika go home first, yes. The drug!"

Syifa nodded. His gaze was still on the child who stood up and ran out of his room in a hurry.

Syifa got up, and peeked out of the window of her room. Only the back of the child and the father were getting away from the yard where the hostel.

"Where was the boy?" ask Rosa who just finished her bath.

Syifa turned to look towards her mother. "Bust go home with his dad, Ma. Looks like the hostess' son, Ma."

"Oh yes, hopefully his parents are not angry he plays here" said Rosa.

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