Love From Mas Duda
Awareness of Ustadz Lana

Pak Kyai looked at Wafa with his sharp gaze. As if there was something he wanted to say to Wafa, but the situation was not right. Mr. Kyai just approached Grietta and opened his tiny hand that still covered his face.

"Son, open ..." said Mr. Kyai slowly.

The voice sounded like the tenderness that Pak Kyai gave to Sari. Wafa could tell the difference because he was the one who always heard the softness of his father's words to his brother, but not to himself.

"Your name is Grietta, huh?" ask Pak Kyai again after Grietta wants to open his hand.

The little girl nodded slowly, looking at Mr. Kyai with great caution.

"Don't be afraid, Abi won't bite. Look, Abi, his face must be fine, right?" chirped the half-century-old man.

'Abi's talk reminded me of his gentle treatment of Mbak Sari. I didn't take it a bit, but seeing Abi's tenderness to Grietta, I somehow felt very happy.' Inner Wafa.

Grietta tilted her head, staring fixedly at the person with great authority. Mr. Kyai and others also turned their heads, then surprised by the name Grietta in Pak kyai.

"Yeah?" call that little girl.

Everyone looked at each other, they knew that Grietta had yet to speak eloquently because of the accident that had befallen her. But do not expect if the little girl can call pak kyai with the name 'Yeye'.

"Eh, does he want to crack?" ask Abi to the others.

(Nderek and Yeye have the same pronunciation. If Nderek is coming, Yeye's meaning is grandfather)

"It looks like he called Abi grandfather" Wafa said. "Zira, try browsing on the internet what Yeye means" he asked.

"Okay, brother!"

Zira immediately finds out what Yeye means in Indonesian. It turned out to be true what Wafa had suspected if it meant that Yeye was a grandfather. Mr. Kyai also felt very moved because there was a small child who called him a grandfather. That was where he wanted to be a grandfather.

"God, he can talk, you know!" mak kyai looks excited. "Wafa, is he going to stay? What's his name was—Grietta. Yes, Grietta. Does Grietta want to stay here?"

Wafa nodded slowly.

"It's good, hahahaha. Abi has a playmate. Come on, Grietta, come with Yeye to the living room, Yeye will give you something" Kyai clasped Grietta's little hand and took her into the living room.

Sari and Ustadz Zamil made eye contact. Ustadz Zamil asked Sari to bring her sisters to prepare dinner, while he invited Ustadz Lana to speak outside for a while.

Sari obeyed what her husband told her. She takes Wafa, Zira and Dian to the kitchen. But Wafa himself felt astonished why his ashes were so welcome with Grietta and as if the problems of the two of them had subsided.

"Wafa, come!" take Sari again.

Wafa nodded.

"By the way ... What kind of food does Grietta like? He's the son of a rich man and his food is different from ours" Zira asked.

"It is definitely not the food of the archipelago. Didn't Wafa ever tell you that his little Grietta is overseas?" sahut Dian's.

"Wafa, your cousin on that nanya. Why are you quiet?" Sari felt astonished by her sister who had been silent and kept a secret.

"The point is there is no sprouts in these foods. Besides, he must have accepted it. Do not also make chocolate because it's late, Grietta has eaten a lot of ice cream this afternoon," explained Wafa.

"You cook first, I want to take a shower and change clothes first. Assalamu'alaikum," Wafa said goodbye with a puzzled face.

"Wa'alaikumsallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh."

If Wafa was confused, what about his brother and his cousins? They must also be confused by Wafa's unusual attitude. Though Sari was also grateful because her father and sister improved their relationship due to the presence of Grietta.

'Abi was willing to talk to Wafa for a while. Abi's smile had also returned because of Grietta. This little girl is medicine in the mess in this house? If true, will Wafa and Pak Bian— be together?' batin Sari's.

Leaving the women in the busy kitchen in the kitchen, Ustadz Zamil and Ustadz Lana were sitting down enjoying the fresh breeze of ba'da magrib while waiting for Isya. Previously they had argued about Wafa that they did not and could not have. But that night, their wetting was another.

"Since when have you been with Wafa, Ustadz Lana?" tanya Ustadz Zamil took out his cigarette.

"Ba'da dzuhur seems to. You take the little girl to piano lessons first, then play together at Timezone, then accompany Grietta to eat ice cream too" replied Ustadz Lana.

Ustadz Zamil frowned. "You're just going all three?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, sure," replied Ustadz Lana.

"Hm, you're an Ustadz. Time yes went with a woman who was not his mahram during that time," continued Ustadz Zamil.

Ustadz Lana sighed softly. Although Ustadz Zamil said it briefly, he knew very well what the meaning of his words was.

"Ustadz, if you have ever liked Wafa, it would be nice to never show it back now. You are married to her brother—Mbak Sari. Why should I behave like this? Wouldn't this just be childish?" ustadz Lana.

What Ustadz Lana said was not dismissed by Ustadz Zamil. It is true and Ustadz Zamil understood the words of the 27-year-old man beside him. He is married and soon to be a father. Ustadz Zamil should have forgotten his feelings for Wafa. Because, in the past it was also his decision to marry Sari rather than expressing his feelings to Wafa to hurt the feelings of the 20-year-old girl.

"Ustadz, I'm not who Wafa is at the moment. But does Ustadz not feel that the relationship between Wafa and Pak Bian has gone too far?" ustadz Lana Lirih.

"What do you mean, Ustadz? Wafa has a relationship with Mr. Bian, do you?" hiss Ustadz Zamil did not accept. "That's impossible!" yells.

Although Ustadz Zamil did not feel the closeness of Wafa and Bian is not as usual, but for Ustadz Lana, he was able to see all that. Wafa looks so comfortable when going with Bian until a full day compared to him who constantly sees the watch, as if Wafa wants to go home immediately because he is not comfortable with him.

'I haven't got his heart yet, Wafa. But seeing her closeness to Mr. Bian, somehow it made my heart ache. Will Wafa someday find out how big my business is?' the Inner Ustadz Lana.