Love From Mas Duda
The Drama of Marriage Again

Returning home, Wafa was indeed delivered by Bian to the front gate of the boarding school. Unfortunately, Wafa did not want to invite Bian to stop by. Her feelings are so sensitive, guessing Abi will interrogate her, it would be more difficult for Wafa if he added to invite the man who took her away in the morning, stop by the house.

"Are you sure, I don't need to explain about this time's departure to your father?" ask Bian.

"No need, Mom. Fear even Abi will misunderstand because the situation is not right," replied Wafa.

"Right now ... Somehow Abi was a little weird and kept urging me to get married. Fear even later there will be problems that are difficult for us to solve," he added. "Please you understand, Mas .." said Wafa exclaimed.

Bian also does not want to be the result of problems in the Wafa family. Moreover, he also knows very well, how Wafa's relationship with his father. That time, Bian should be able to give up.

"Alright, Wafa. I understand your situation. Then you go home, I'll be ready to go to work, too" Bian said.

"Huh? Work?" Wafa narrowed his brows.

Bian responded to Wafa's facial expression. "What's wrong? Is it wrong to go to work?" tanyakanya.

"Well, Mas?" Wafa until pretty gaping. "Grietta's not home yet, you know!" yells.

"Yes, then?" bian said that lightly.

"Kok, then? Yes it's time to persuade Grietta to go home, how, this Mas!"

Wafa and Bian were like husband and wife discussing their son. But Bian instead looks relaxed because he is relieved if his daughter is with a good person like ustadz Lana.

"I believe in Lana's ustadz, so let her be there first. Either way, we have to give Grietta time to think" Bian said.

Wafa also nodded in understanding. They separated and Wafa immediately walked into the pesantren yard. Arriving at home, Zira who had just come out of the house with neat clothes, gaping about the return of Wafa.

"Assalamualaikum," Wafa's greeting.

"Wa—Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. A wafa? You just got home?" Zira put the books she carried in her hands. "Dry!"

Zira pulls Wafa's hand. "Where have you been? Find Grietta until you get home this morning, I don't want to interfere!" shouts, shrewd.

"Yes, I know the risk too" said Wafa.

Before long, Pak kyai and Sari came out of the house. Both of them were surprised, but Pak kyai immediately threw his face and continued his path. Wafa knew that his father was angry, but he chose to be quiet instead of explaining.

"Assynnya!" Wafa went straight into the house.

Kyai sir's move stopped. The look filled with anger made Sari and Zira so tense.

"The two of you are also involved, what a disappointment!" hiss mr. kyai, go.

Sari did not take Pak Kyai to the boarding school, he remained in a standing place while watching his father's departure.

"Until when is Abi and Wafa like this? They are both stubborn. So the problem will not be solved," murmured Sari.

"Mbuh, Ma'am. I am also lazy to think about it. Go to the pesantren first, assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," said Zira.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied Sari.

From there, Sari is increasingly convinced that the stubborn nature of Wafa is indeed derived from Pak kyai. The two do not want to give up on each other. Being in the middle of them made Sari even more dizzy.

Wafa hurried off to the campus. Just go home for a quick shower and get ready, after that go away from home again. Sari approached Wafa to his room.

"Wafa, where are you going?" ask Sari.

"Campus" replied Wafa.

"Already," replied Wafa briefly.

Sari asked back. "Alhamdulillah if you have met. Then, has he gone home yet?"

Wafa stopped his hand activity. "What interests other than the matter Grietta wants Mbak Sari to ask?" tanyakanya.

He knew his brother could guess. Sari also gathered the courage to ask.

"You apologize to Abi. We all know, sorry it won't lower self-esteem. Apologizing also does not mean guilt, at least you understand this, Wafa," said Sari.

"The son of Abi is only Mbak Sari. At least if I'm naughty, Sister Sari is a medicine for Abi. Things like this happen very often, Mom. So ... what else?" Wafa grabbed his bag, then passed by Sari just like that.

Sari held her sister's arm. "Forget the past, Wafa. This is not your true nature. Where's the Wafa who's always been so gentle?" said.

"I'm late, Ma'am. I'm sorry ... Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," Wafa brushed off his brother's hand.

After hearing her brother answer his greetings, Wafa immediately left.

***

Two days passed.

Grietta finally asked to be picked up by asking ustadz Lana to contact Wafa. The day was the third fast and Wafa was busy in education and pesantren. So Wafa can't pick up Grietta.

"I'm sorry, ustadz. Please convey my apology to Grietta and ask for his help also to give understanding to him" said Wafa.

'Well then. I'll try to talk to Grietta. You finish your job first, I'll call his father directly,'

"Once again I'm sorry, ustadz. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh." Wafa hung up the phone.

When Wafa walked towards the corridor of the ibtidaiyah madrasah school located beside the pesantren, he accidentally heard the trust of one of the ustadzah with the other.

"So the news Ning Wafa wanted to be married by the Father after the Eid was real, right?"

"God is like that which I hear,"

"Hmm, but does Ning Wafa know?"

"Hust, don't call Ning. Ma'am Wafa did not like being called Ning the most. But it looks like Mbak Wafa doesn't know what your plan is,"

"But ustadz Lana is also a dream man for women like us. Would be a very compatible couple if Ning—eh, Ma'am Wafa actually married her."

The rumors have indeed spread to the corners of the village about Pak Kyai who wants to marry his youngest daughter after Lebaran with ustadz Lana. Of course the news made Wafa upset.

'Astaghfirullah hal'adhim. Abi, why is Abi like this to me?' batin Wafa sad.

Wafa continued his steps towards the class he was going to. This sweet girl only smiled at the ustadzah who had previously talked about it.

"Wafa!"

Tired of matchmaking, Inneke called out to him.

"Hey, you!" show Inneke. "Give me a drink first, where's there a drink here?" her door.

"God, this is the month of fasting, Ke. Someone brought a drink to school. If you're thirsty, you can go to the teacher's room, maybe the gallon water is still there" Wafa replied.

"Eh, the school kitchen isn't far from here, is it? Wait, I'm gonna get you a drink, don't go!"