
"Assalamualaikum, Assalamualaikum..., "
I heard someone say a greeting from outside.
Kania hunts forward to open the door of her house, while her mother lies on a cot in the living room, but cannot stand because her condition is still weak.
" Waa'laikum Salam... Yes briefly.... "
Answer Kania rather slowly.
It turned out that the teenage members of the mosque were coming.
" This is Kak there is an invitation from the mosque, tomorrow there is a meeting invitation."
Evidently.
"All right, thank you, God I'm coming."
Slowly opened the invitation paper, it turns out he was invited to a meeting, not expecting also why he could be invited to a meeting, because he did not feel he was a member of the mosque youth.
" My cuisine is scorching," exclaimed Kania in shock. He ran into the kitchen, too,
" Yes. gosong deh tempeku...."
He could not read carefully who invited him, only read the day and the hour. His heart also recorded when he should go out.
Moment later..
His brother came home, no wonder if the clothes he was wearing were dirty, because it was rainy season.
Prepare warm tea for his brother,
"Change. later Kania there is need yes, but if you have cleaned and eaten."
"What a neng.serius very, by the way."
Answer brother.
"Not so good to say."
If at home Kania never called the same name brother and mother, always called "neng".
A respectful or affectionate call to a girl. That is why Kania never fought against them, because his brother and mother loved him very much even though he was only able to go through the words of love.
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Abah had also been relaxing sitting in front of a long couch in the living room while accompanying his wife.
Kania approached his brother, carrying a letter of invitation that had just been received this afternoon.
"go Kania, afternoon you've come home, mother."
Kania is very happy because he got permission from his brother.
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The room was already quite crowded, about eight people, Kania went inside while saying greetings and slightly bowed his body.
" The invited crowd, brother... ? "
kania asked a girl sitting next to him.
"Lumayan.."
answer the girl.
Kania did not have many friends, because it was only a few weeks back home after getting out of the boarding school.
Before long, the room became crowded by about thirty people.
Ustadz Slamet was accompanied by two young men behind him. Kania's heart gasped when one of the young men was Danang.
Not because he also because he had already sat the front. He turned his face the other way when Danang looked at him.
In the hearts of the two there was already a mutual liking so they felt awkward.
" all right... Sired.. Mom. We're just starting this meeting."
Said Mr. Slamet starting talks in meetings.
The meeting went smoothly, every event had filled it, but there was one event that could not be realized because there was no one who agreed to perform.
"Eemmm Father Mother... "
Ustadz Slamet called attention to the audience.
" I have a suggestion..., how about the recitation of the holy verse of the Qur'an we leave it to Kania alone?"
Kania surprised... His chest was pounding, but there was also a desire to agree.
"How's Kania, ready huh... ?"
Kania was confused as to what to answer, but then she responded with a nod.
"Whose full name? "
"Yes.. !"
Kania stuttered, as she was looking the other way. The one who asked was Danang.
"Khanid...,"
"Chaerani.. ,"
Kania.
The first time he saw Danang's face and Danang looked at his face. The flowers of love blossomed among them..