Love From Mas Duda
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Wafa slightly dislikes it apparently if Bian brings up about his relationship together with Flanella. Though Wafa itself is not present when the relationship Bian and Flanella exist.

'My heart is why. Astaghfirullah hal'adzim, it's good that I should slowly move away from him. This is more torturous.' lamented Wafa in the heart.

"Hey, why are you daydreaming? Did you hear what I said?" Bian asked.

"Hm, yes, Mas," Wafa replied nervously.

"Well, where else should we go? I don't know the streets around here. Do you know the way?" ask Bian again.

Wafa was still not comfortable with his feelings. There are still flavors that he can't understand on his own. Answering Bian's questions in a way. Then offer to drive.

"What if I drive? Maybe I am bi—" Wafa has not finished his words, Mbak Nur called him.

"Call from whom?" bian asked, hoping for information about his daughter.

Wafa showed me his phone "Mbak Nur" he replied.

Bian asked Wafa to answer the phone immediately.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi. What's up, Mommy Nur?" tanyakanya.

'Ma'am Wafa, seriously! I saw from the front cctv, which leads to the highway. I saw a little boy being carried by a man. It's terrible, Ma'am!'

Phone call from Mbak Nur on loudspeaker by Wafa. Hearing the statement from Mbak Nur, Wafa and Bian looked at each other. They had one thought, thinking that the little boy was Grietta.

"Sir, can you send me the cctv footage? Right now, can't you?" ask Wafa.

'Wow, what for, Ma'am? Don't interfere, Ma'am. Also the recording was about 2 hours ago and pas—’

"Mbak Nur, I need that tape right now!" wafa Strictly.

'Um, okay, okay. I send now, assalamualaikum,'

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

Ma'am Nur hung up. Wafa looked back at Bian. "Why don't we think about street cctv? There are also some stores that have cctv leads to the streets, why do we think to get there?" abugn.

"I don't even know if there's a cctv. So I don't think I got there" said Bian lirih.

Kling~

One message came in. It was a video where the cctv footage that Mbak Nur sent.

"It's been sent," said Wafa.

The video was played and viewed carefully. Many times Wafa and Bian play and zoom the cctv footage. It is not immediately known who the little girl and the adult man in the recording is. But after several times checked, Wafa finally understood.

"Ustadz Lana" he said.

Just as Wafa is a little unacceptable if Bian brings up his past with Flanella, Bian also dislikes when Wafa mentions the name Ustadz Lana.

'This girl ... really made the mood worse. Can he name another man in front of me?' pissed Bian.

"This is indeed Grietta, Mas. The man on the tape is Ustadz Lana" Wafa explained.

"Are you sure?" ask Bian.

Bian made sure to come back. It's unfortunate, the recording is a little far across the road does not make it clear. The eyes next to Bian were also troubled, he could not see for sure either.

'Damn, my eyes can't be compromised. It would be nice if I just believed it, ' Inner Bian.

"If that were true, would Ustadz not tell us? If not with me, he should have told you, right?"

What Bian said has a point. Wafa thought in such a way. Should it not be Bian who was contacted, then Ustadz Lana could have told Wafa.

"For a while this means we don't have to panic, Mas. Grietta will be safe in the hands of Ustadz Lana. It's just ... Why didn't ustadz Lana call us?" Wafa was astonished too.

But in retrospect, the picture painted by Grietta reminded the little girl of the annoyance to the two of them. Wafa realized that.

"It's possible that Ustadz Lana didn't tell us because Grietta asked. Grietta must have been honest with Ustadz Lana, so ..."

No need for Wafa to explain it again, Bian also wanted to understand what he said. Bian was so relieved that his daughter was in good hands.

"Then, what should we do? Time is also in at half-time three in the morning. How do I meet Grietta, while Grietta's just mad at us?" ask Bian.

"Either, Mas. Do we have to wait for news from Ustadz Lana? Let me call him first, "proposed Wafa.

Many times Wafa tried calling at Lana's Ustadz number. Unfortunately, there is no answer at all. When a message is sent, the message is sent but not read.

"The cell phone is off. It's likely that he ran out of batteries or that the signal didn't exist" Wafa said.

"Then, what should we do?" ask Bian.

Wafa remained silent. Shortly after, a group of teenagers pushed a cart towards the mosque near them. The teenager seemed to be preparing to wake up the sahur by going around.

"It's only three in the morning, less. Why is there a group of teenagers in the mosque?" ask Bian.

During his life, Bian came to Indonesia never met the entrance time of the holy month of Ramadan. So it was the first time to know the month of Ramadan along with Wafa.

"Maybe they'll be ready to wake up the roving sahur. It's entering Ramadan. We Muslims will wake up before dawn to fast during the day until Maghrib later," explained Wafa.

Bian. For him it is still very foreign because he also grew up in a family far from the religion of Islam. But patiently and carefully, carefully choosing the words, Wafa explained. Bian himself had also begun to understand.

Hose 2 minutes, there's a call coming in on Wafa's phone.

"Call?" Bian is very enthusiastic.

"Alhamdulillah, Ustadz Lana is active again" pointed out Wafa.

"Come, answer me!" Bian brought his ears closer to Wafa's ears, because the phone would be placed close to Wafa's face.

'Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Wafa. You called me 70 times, what's up?'

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Why did Ustadz ask why? Ustadz brought Grietta along with you, why not just give me the word?" ask Wafa to worry.

'Allahu Ya Karim, forgive me, Wafa. It turned out that the message that had not been sent before was because the signal did not exist at that time. Plus the phone battery runs out. I'm sorry, Wafa,'

"But Grietta is with you, right?" ask Wafa again.

Ustadz Lana replied, 'True. I met him on the side of the road. But it seems like he's angry with you two. That's why I didn't take you to the boarding school or to Mr. Bian's house,'