Ukhti Bar - Bar
Chapter 44# Hanifa's Concerns

Finally, Aira decided to go home.

The girl got into a taxi that was at the airport.

Meanwhile, in the hospital. Angkasa and Kyai Faisal decided to decide the wedding time for Hasna and also Gus Amar.

Inevitably, Hanifa agreed to this plan. Because Hasna has received a proposal from the family of Kyai Faisal.

Although in his heart was a few worries. Hasna is still young. In fact, his daughter had experienced a deep disappointment.

However, Hanifa finally convinced her heart that Hasna's decision showed that her daughter was trying to recover her wounds.

Hanifa did not take her gaze away from Hasna. This veiled woman really could not believe if her daughter could also escape from the shackles of trauma. Although at first it made Hanifa quite surprised.

At least, in this way, Hanifa did not have to worry anymore that the princess would make trouble by placing herself as an executioner, aka the hero of women's defense.

Even if it is good and has good intentions in it. The execution of his daughter caused a lot of controversy.

"Hasna, really sure?" hanifa asked to confirm, in a whispering manner as the two of them had been sitting on the sofa.

Meanwhile, Kyai Faisal and his two sons are looking for a good day with Angkasa.

Hasna smiled first before answering the question from the mother. Though his own heart pounded unbecoming since earlier.

Even the reception answer from her slid smoothly from her tiny lips.

"God willing, Hasna is ready, Bun. Don't worry yeah. Enough already, for six years, Hasna did the act that had made Mother and Grandpa worried. So, in the future let Hasna's husband bear it all" he lapsed.

Hanifa chuckled, hitting the back of her daughter's hand.

"You can't do that. Do not intend to make your husband dizzy seven circumference. Ready to get married, it means Hasna is ready to change herself for the better and mature," said Hanifa seriously.

"Yes, Mother. Hasna was joking. Maybe he could be Hasna's handler. We'll see" Hasna replied with a smile that was hard to understand.

"Is Hasna planning anything? Why is that smile?" fret Hanifa again. This woman is not sure of the decision of the princess apparently.

"Oh my goodness, Bund ih, suudzon aja. Doain why, his son is again learning to move on," replied Hasna, anxious. It could be that the woman who gave birth to him thought she was. Have a hidden plan on Gus Amar later.

Besides, what plan? If only the mother knew that her heart is currently like a tambourine that is tabooed by Hadroh players.

"Astagfirullah. You really are, son. Mother is wrong. Accuse you of macem-macem. Maafin Mommy yes," said Hanifa.

Funny too, this time the bunch willingly relented. Usually women who give birth to this will still insist on feeling the most right.

Think Hasna.

Hasna laughed at Hanifa's reaction.

At least, the behavior of this woman before him was able to unravel a little tension in his heart.

"Hasna," call Ning Khumaira softly. The woman hesitated to approach the sweet girl who would soon become her daughter-in-law.

"Here, Ummi!" hasna replied, waving her hand so that her future father-in-law did not hesitate to approach.

"Finally, you will be Princess Ummi as well" said Ning Khumaira who was very clear that happiness emanated from the twinkle of her eyes. Because if it's a smile, covered by a niqob, of course.

Now, Ning Khumaira's gaze turned to her, the future iron. Hanifa.

"Han, we're gonna be besanan. We're gonna be brothers. We're gonna go with them together, okay?" ning Khumaira said as she rubbed the back of Hanifa's hand she held.

"Goddessa, Ning. Alhamdulillahot. This is God's way of getting us closer" replied Hanifa.

"From the beginning, I really liked your daughter. I fell in love with him first from my two sons," Ning Khumaira honestly revealed everything.

"Yes, Hasna was lucky. And, even more fortunate is Amar. Because, he's the one who managed to get Hasna's heart, isn't he, baby?" replied Ning Khumaira, who then turned to this girl next to her.

Hasna the second cheek suddenly as red as a cooked tomato, can only look down while nodding slowly.

"Then, my other son, how about it?" ask Hanifa. Implied worry in his heart. Afraid, if this incident will be a suri in the marriage of his daughter later in the day.

"Musa, sincerely accept her destiny. In fact, this all hints that Hasna is not his match. God willing, my son understands, Han. He knows what he has to do. When we have given everything to God. So, whatever happens in our lives will not burden the heart and also the mind," explained Ning Khumaira, to calm the feelings of Hanifa.

This woman knows, if Hanifa must immediately speculate. Because it is instinctive that women will be like that. Especially a mother.

He was already in that position. However, Gus Musa assured him that the man had accepted all this with sincerity because of Allah.

Not long after. The family of Kyai Faisal and Ning Khumaira and Gus Musa asked for their leave. However, Gus Amar remained there to accompany Hasna. The girl, who is his little wife's candidate is still missing with her togetherness with Angkasa.

Moreover, Hasna wanted to know what really happened to the grandfather so that he could have an accident like this.

Kyai Faisal and Angkasa have decided that the two will get married one month later.

Kyai Faisal agrees with Angkasa who does not want to slow down his plans and good intentions.

"You and Hasna. Because you will only return to the pesantren only the two later. Remember that, son. Abi understands that you know and memorize the rules of our religion. But, once again the devil will make your naps above all else!" kecam Kyai Faisal gave a warning to his eldest son.

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Aira had arrived in front of the gate of her family residence. The house he had left for over a year.

It felt like a long time ago he wasn't here. Fortunately, Aira was able to accelerate her education. His hard work has been fruitful because of the pleasure of Allah. So, this 23-year-old woman can return faster.

One year his yearning was as big and as high as a mountain. Somehow it should be another year.

"Assalamualaikum Pak Ujang!" aira shouted banging on the gate calling her housekeeper. While the taxi that took him had passed after he handed him some red money.

"Wa'alaikum hail neng Aira!!" surprised Mr. Unang. Because of this man, his employer's son is in school in Yemen.

"Yes, Sir. Aira came home. Bukain dong door don't even bengong that!" ira exclaimed who at the end laughed at seeing the shocked expression of her housekeeper.

"Ah yes, Neng. Oh Allah, you forgot so much panglingnya," said Unang.

"How are you Mr. Unang. More gardam. Cool!" praise Aira, on the tall guard figure is large, firm but a little round on the stomach.

Of course, his friendly and supple speech to the workers in his house, is one of the things that the guard longs for.

"Neng can do it" replied Unang. All timid.

"Well, it's very much the same house and everyone here" said Aira again.

"Including the father of Neng," seduced Unang, this forty-five-year-old man was used to joking with his employer's son. Either Aira or Hasna.

"Yes dong, that man is one of them. Even though I put it on the bottom list," Aira replied with a plunge.

"Ahaha. Eneng can only. One of the most important things mah, you are included in the list of recipients of souvenirs," said Unang again hopeful.

"Is Sir. But then yes. Aira wants to meet Mommy and everything first," he replied as he wanted to step foot into the house.

"Eh but, Neng. Mother is not there," call Unang.

Aira's footsteps were immediately restrained.

"Mother where? Out of town again, looking for a study?" cecar Aira's.

Seriate.