Love From Mas Duda
Sister Identity

The sound of light rain with the sound of children teaching in a pesantren, does sound so melodious and heart-shattering. Moreover, the voice of a girl who was talking together with other students.

The atmosphere of the village in the afternoon also made everyone seem lazy to leave the house. The streets are still muddy because only the streets of rocks, making people increasingly reluctant to travel in rainy times.

Not with a 20-year-old girl. This girl was busy here and there carrying books using a basket placed on her ontel bike.

His name is Wafa Thahirah. The girl who is still in college in the religious education department has an ayu and charming face. Others say, if the face of Wafa ayu, like the shadow of the figure of Goddess Shinta.

Goddess Shinta is described as a beautiful, charming, sexy, mighty and polite woman. She is also good at singing Javanese and loves to read stories. Likewise with Wafa, has a beautiful face and a melodious voice when chanting sholawat and tadarus of the Qur'an.

As well as the attitude and character of Dewi Shinta, Wafa was apparently also his father's favorite. Exactly with the figure of Dewi Shinta's daughter who became Prabu Dasamuka's favorite.

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"Loh, Ma'am Wafa here what's that males, huh? Wong was raining like this, mbok, yes, tomorrow just bring his books to his reading house," said a middle-aged woman.

The woman is the caretaker of the reading house as well as the caretaker of an orphaned foundation founded by Wafa himself when she was 12 years old. Where at that time, the father asked what gift for him because he had managed to memorize the Qur'an.

He is Mbak Nur Rokhimah, commonly called Mbak Nur. She is almost 25 years old and unmarried. His meeting with Wafa, about 12 years when he became a santri in the boarding house owned by his father.

"Mbak Nur, the work must be completed immediately. If delayed constantly, yes .. will never be finished. Then, other work will also be hampered, dong!" wafa said with his soft voice.

"Please, right too. Masha Allah, I have to learn a lot from Mbak Wafa," said Mbak Nur.

"Hahaha, Ma'am Nur mah is just there. Come, dong, help!" exclaim Wafa. "Ekhem, when she was, Mother Nur could see a little girl like me lift up alone."

The laughter lasted as long as Wafa was there. In addition to a man, Wafa is famous for the friendliness and jokes that he throws every talk. That's why so many kids love Wafa.

"Wafa's mom is what age, anyway?" ask me, Nur was astonished.

"Well, is he old? Nur Mbak pikuro ajeng maringi gift nopo? Even Mbak Nur even want to buy me to eat? Hayo, pick a bag?" wafa replied with a serious pretentious face, but also wanted to laugh.

"Haha, Ma'am Wafa if it's out of Japanese makes me laugh, you know!" mbak Nur. "Why is this Ma'am Wafa not following his brother to go abroad, anyway, to find knowledge, so?" continued.

Wafa smiled too.

"Mbak Nur, here undiscovered," Wafa waved his hand as if he wanted to whisper something to Mbak Nur.

"Let's go" replied Mbak Nur Lirih.

"That science can be found anywhere. Ms. Sari, right .. has left abroad. So, why else would I go too? I can learn with Mbak Sari, really," continued Wafa.

"Loh, that's different, Ma'am!" sela Mbak Nur with her voice.

"This Mother Wafa has always given up. Why should education give up? Though the real child is Mbak Wafa, not Mbak Sari!" Mbak Nur even keceplosan when talking.

For 20 lives, neither Wafa nor Sari knew if they were brothers and sisters. Sari is the son of Kyai's older brother who died in an accident. Then, when Sari was a red baby, it was Kyai and his wife who took care of her.

Wafa's older brother was actually a boy, but died of illness. Not having the heart to see Sari become an orphan, at the same time also the first son Kyai died at the age of just two months with Wafa's older brother, who was also the first son, so Sari was raised to be a child and nurtured like a biological child. Moreover, the difference of two months was what made Sari breastfed together by Ibu Wafa.

"Mbak Nur, by the way, don't be like that. Don't worry ah!" exclaim Wafa.

"Um, let's just say that Mbak Nur is the origin of talking, hehehe ..." Ma'am Nur was immediately busy arranging another book.

Wafa stopped his activity and looked at Nur's mother with a sharp look. Wafa's gaze increasingly looked resolutely accompanied by that afternoon's lightning.

"Mbak Nur, I already know, you know, this. Suppose I find out for myself, is Mbak Nur able to account for what Mbak Nur said before? Flushed? There must be a story behind the accident, right?" Wafa does have a high sense of curiosity.

Mbak Nur chuckled. It can't hide anything to Wafa, if you've already said it. Mbak Nur was forced to tell things that he should not have told Wafa.

Knowing the reality that he should not have known, made Wafa sad. Not sad because the abi loves Sari more, her brother. But sad because it turns out Sari has been an orphan since childhood. Wafa was not surprised anymore if his brother loved Sari very much.

"Oh, Mbak Wafa isn't angry, to?" ask Mbak Nur.

"Well, why should I be angry, ma'am?" ask Wafa back.

"Yes, right .. Mbak Wafa already knows his story Mbak Sari. Why not get angry? Kyai also loves Mbak Sari more than loving Mbak Wafa, kok!" exclamation Mbak Nur.

Wafa smiled. "Here you go, let's help you again. The rain is even more like this. Fear ... children will even be more lazy to teach if we continue to chat here, Ma'am!" emphatically.

"Hehehe, let's go nek ngono," replied Nur cengengesan as usual. (Come on then)

After finishing rearranging books and books in the reading room, Wafa also intends to go home first. But detained by Mbak Nur at that time, because Mbak Nur felt dangerous if Wafa came home to hit the rain so heavy accompanied by strong winds.

"Mbak Nur this, loh! I want to go home, this too, right, I want maghrib. What if Abi's gonna find me?" Wafa asked.

"Oh, mbok, yes, just wait a minute, Ma'am Wafa. Maghrib can be maghrib here with the kids!" mbak Nur exclaimed insisting on restraining Wafa's move.

When the two were arguing over the rain, Wafa's phone rang and the name of Abinya called him. "Abi" said Wafa.

"Yo answered, to, Ma'am. At the bell, that's it, really!" mbak Nur whiskey.

Wafa is looking for a place that is not noisy because of rain water. The young girl in her 20s entered her room in her orphanage.