Love From Mas Duda
Chat random Wafa with Bian.
Ustadz Lana was uncomfortable because Zamil's ustadz kept telling her about Wafa, as if he knew the girl best. However, want to end the chat was confused how to.
"Wafa was —"
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh," exclaimed Wafa from outside.
The door was still tightly closed and there was no one who said a greeting, but the girl's cry caught the attention of everyone in the house.
Cklek!
"Assalamu'alaikum, Abi. Uh, a lot of it. Sari when did it come? Been long?" tanyanya while saluting Abi and Sari.
"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, sit down first just wondering," reprimanded pak kyai.
"He-he-he, yes, Abi. Ustadz Zamil, Ustadz Lana, why sit outside?" ask Wafa again.
"Yes, from that moment. Even though it's been this afternoon, what 'not bitten by mosquitoes?" sahut pak kyai while looking at Sari.
"Just let's. Maybe it's fun talking again. Where did you come from, Fa?" Sari looked at the door that was still open.
Bian was stepping in. "Good night" said the man, who was now standing in the doorway.
"Well him again?" whisper Sari in Wafa's ear.
"Yes, take care of something. Mmnh, Mr Bian would like to sit here or join ustadz-ustadz outside?" ask Wafa.
"I'd just like to sit there." Bian throws a smile, then walks in to greet Mr. Kyai.
"Yes, let's keep talking if fellow young people," said Pak Kyai after inviting Bian to kiss the back of his hand.
"Okay, I'll let you out first" he said.
Bian also greeted the two men in the gazebo who were busy discussing the activities of the cottage. Now, ustadz Lana is not bored anymore because ustadz Zamil has raised another topic for their chat material.
The arrival of Bian instead made the two handsome ustadz increasingly discuss about the stewardship of the cottage, deliberately making Bian confused because he did not understand at all.
"Chat dong, why shut up, Mr Bian?" reprimand ustadz Zamil stared at Bian.
However, Bian only reviewed a smile, then listened back to the chatter of the two of them. Meanwhile, Zira approached Wafa and Sari who were sitting with their abi. The girl checked the paper bag next to the sofa, without asking permission from the owner.
"Well, all the shopping, right?" said Zira.
"Gee! Don't be nosy!" tampik Wafa while seizing his paper bag.
"MasyaAllah, how graceful the way of his prophet," Zira chirped as she rubbed the hand that Wafa had just hit.
"Abi, Wafa's going to the room first, yeah. Going to take a shower," said Wafa without guilt had hit Zira.
"Yes, Nduk," said his abi.
"Ecieee now goes on with Mr. Bian. There's a business or deliberately walk both hayoooo," Zira teases when Wafa is about to go to her room.
"Again her fun, Dek. Let it be," Sari replied with a small laugh.
"Hmmm, if it wasn't for something important to take care of, I wouldn't have gone" Wafa replied as he passed.
As soon as Wafa had entered the room, Sari thought about Wafa's relationship with Bian considering that lately they often went together. It turns out the same thing was also thought by Zira and Pak Kyai.
The three of them looked at each other, then Zira first said, "Maybe Wafa's relationship with Mr. Bian is not just about business, Uncle. They often go both."
"Can be. Taking care of the foundation may be just a diversion, Bi," said Sari.
"You two don't suudzon. Maybe they are indeed dealing with something related to the foundation, so often go together," replied Pak Kyai while throwing a smile.
"But I suspect that Wafa does have a special relationship with that man. You see from the look of Wafa's face alone looks different, Bi. It looks happier if it's the same Bian," said Sari again.
"Sorry, Mr. Kyai .. It's almost night, so, I want permission to go home," said Bian suddenly—interrupted their chat.
"Wouldn't you stay first, Mr Bian? Already giggling want Maghrib too," said Pak Kyai.
"Not good why? Anyway, there's ustadz Zamil, there's ustadz Lana here too. So don't be 'naughty-heart." Kyai sir chimed in.
Hearing Pak kyai's words that seemed to hold Bian from coming home, ustadz Lana and ustadz Zamil immediately felt jealous. The existence of Bian there will definitely attract the attention of Wafa. What else—lately they are indeed very close.
"Yes, Mr. Bian. Later Zira wants to cook, so that Mr. Bian can taste Zira's cuisine is very very very delicious," woo the girl.
"But …."
"Here you go, sit down here. Adzan Maghrib is soon. Pamali if reckless to travel," said Pak Kyai while patting the empty sofa next door.
"Sir Bian, here sit down," pinta Zira in a soft voice that sounded so spoiled.
"We want to pray first. You wait here. Later if you need anything can call Mas-mas cottage which is again picket in the kitchen," said Pak Kyai to Bian.
"Okay, Mr. Kyai," he said.
"Sari, Ustadz Lana, Ustadz Zamil, Zira, let's go to Mushola to pray. Later on to the main hall, al-Qur'an as usual while waiting for the Isya prayer time," ordered Pak kyai.
"Zira wants to call Wafa first, Bi," said the girl.
"Yes, Nduk." Let's go get some wudhu." Kyai is back in command.
****
The living room atmosphere was suddenly quiet as everyone went to the mushola. Bian was sleepy because there was no talking partner. However, when opening the phone, it was discovered if it turned out that Wafa was online in the chat room. He smiled faintly while sending a message to the girl.
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
Miss Wafa
Bian Sir
"Don't you, Mr Bian what the hell?" inner Wafa while holding back the shame.
After that Bian chat room offline. Wafa smiled to himself while rereading his message with Bian just now. To not listen at all to the study presented by ustadz Zamil as a visiting teacher today.
Though without Wafa knowing, ustadz Zamil occasionally glanced at him. The man knew that Wafa was smiling alone, but left him alone because he did not see that Wafa was playing the phone secretly.
