LOVE IS NOT LIKE
Chapter 7's

Not long later they arrived in front of Ali's house. Ali Langusung rang the bell while knocking on the door and saying hello.

Soon her mother came to break the door with a look of astonishment. They then kissed the back of the mother's hand Resi alternately.

"Later Ali Critain, pity Ila was cold" said Ali when he saw the astonished face of his mother. Prilla smiled clumsyly.

Mother Resi nodded. He then invited Prilla in and drove Prilla to the guest room to bathe there.

Ali climbed the stairs to his room.

"Mother looking for a dress first huh? " said Mother Resi when she had delivered Prilla in front of the guest room.

Prilla smiled. "thank you aunt." replied Prilla. Prilla went into the room to clean up. While Mother Resi looking for a change of clothes for Prilla.

Prilla wears a gray robe belonging to the kaia that the mother of Resi has been looking for. A little big, but Ila doesn't mind. He then took his cellphone that had been stamped, he immediately informed his parents about his current situation. After getting a reply from his parents he rushed out of the room.

Prilla circulated her gaze to Ali's house.

Ali's house is dominated by white paint with a large living room and looks comfortable. A large photo showing Ali's extended family is attached to one of the walls. Also some small and medium size photo frames that show various photos of Ali and kaia as a child that look very adorable, also photos of Fikri and wedding kaia also displayed neatly on a television table.

While walking slowly Prilla continued to look at the ranks of photos displayed in a glass cabinet. But suddenly his eyes were focused on a medium-sized photograph that showed a man smiling softly in the cockpit of the plane, Ali. And there are also some photos of Ali and friends of the pilot and flight attendants who are neatly arranged in the closet.  And there's also a miniature airplane that fills the clear cupboard.

After being satisfied to look at the photos. He rushed to the kitchen. Looks like Aunt Resi is busy preparing dinner. Seeing aunty sesi like this, he became reminded of his mother.

"sorry aunt, anyone want help? "asked ila offered herself. The sage mother who had just turned off the stove, turned around and smiled at him.

"uh, baby. Have you prayed Maghrib yet?".

"alhamdulillh has tan. Who wants to be helped? "ask again gently.

"Alhamdulillah then. Nonexistent. Just stay numis mushroom doang kok. Then it's sorted out. " replied Mother Resi.

Since the cooking show was almost over, Prilla chose to help prepare dinner at the dinner table. Take a plate and a glass and tidy it up at the table. That roof.

Actually Prilla himself was very nervous because this was his first experience.  He feels gerogi. But hopefully his future father-in-law did not catch the gelagat if he was gerogi.

"Ila, can auntie please? "Ask the mother who was taking cold water from the refrigerator

"iya Tan, may you" replied Ia gently .

"Call Ali to eat first, his room is slashed over. The first door of the stairs. "talk Mother Resi while smiling kindly at her.

Ila was hesitant, she was embarrassed. But if he refuses, he is afraid to make aunt resi disappointed. Without thinking, Iila also passed to Ali's room.

When he arrived in front of Ali's room, sayup sayup heard someone teach. Ila's sucking hand knocked at the door, she paused. He prefers to wait for Ali to finish teaching. Shortly after that, Ali's voice was no longer heard.

When his hand was raised to knock on the door, Ali unexpectedly opened it first. Those who were both shocked, were silent for a while. The distance of their faces was not too far to make them fight each other for a while. Staring at each other's eyes twinkle in the inertia accompanied by the rhythm of the heartbeat that is getting pumped faster. Brands can both see each other's twinkle in the eye clearly, equally admiring the beauty that is hard to define.

The first conscious Prilla immediately blinked her eyes and immediately lowered her eyes.

"sorry mas, Auntie said dinner first" said ila by staying down . While trying to calm back his heart rhythm that had surged uncontrollably.

Ali also felt wronged, he scratched his neck that did not itch.

" oh yeah.. Come on" Ali replied as he invited Prilla to walk first. Ali himself was the same. He sighed softly to calm his heartbeat.

They also walked without any conversation.

Mother Resi who saw the arrival of Ali and Prilla also smiled sumringah. They eat together.

"oh yes, he said he wanted to tell the story, "said the mother of resi collect Ali's promise.

Ali who had just finished his meal smiled knot, as did Prilla. Ali also told about his car that broke down to meet with Ila and did not forget to tell about Ila's car that went on strike as well. Mother Resi who heard it also chuckled.

"how do you keep Prilla cars? "ask mommy resi later

"Tadi Ali has told people to bengekel to take the bun. Just do it for real" replied Ali briefly.

"But how did Prilla get through here? "ask mommy sesi On Prilla

"iya tan, because it was out of the way to take the car in the workshop, and the direction is here" replied the gentle.

"That's a sign that God wants to bring you closer" said the mother of the sage accompanied by his piety. Ali and Prilla just smiled awkwardly.

So did Prilla. Her cheeks were hot hearing the words of Mother Resi. Not much different from Ali, Prilla also suddenly remembered the incident earlier. Love and rain. Ah.. Feels so warm.

Ali, who did not want any more temptation from his mother, chose to pass to go to the living room. While Prilla took care of the pile of dirty dishes and brought it to the sink.

"Tante, Ila immediately went home huh? "say ila while wiping the dishes she just washed.

"kok rush anyway? Auntie still wants to talk to you? "

"fear of aunt kemaleman, "answer ila with a smile

"yes already gpp, let Ali anter use aunty car" said the mother resi.

"no aunt, ngrepotin. Ila take a taxi." said ila not delicious.

"girls don't do well to go home alone. Later Ali let anterin use the mother's car. " replied Mommy Resi while stroking Prilla's shoulder.

"sorry aunty, ngrepotin"

"already anyway, aunty will be a little longer also be your mamah" said mother resi.

Ila who heard that could only smile in embarrassment.

*****

In the car they were both silent. Confused about starting a conversation from where. Ila was only seen to focus on staring at the streets that still left the rain that had subsided a moment ago.

Thus, he is more focused on driving a car. And as usual, he always stole a glance at Ila.

Prilla twisted the end of the robe she was wearing.

Actually Ila wants to ask something that always bothers her. But he was afraid Ali considered it excessive. Ila also touched herself. And after thinking for a while Ila also ventured to ask. He fixed his sitting position, taking a slow breath.

"Mas, uhh.

Ali looked at Ila for a moment.

"yes, why? "ask Ali while focusing on driving

"can nanya ngak? "ask ila with a nervous tone. He seemed to fix his glasses.

"please" replied Ali softly. He took a slow breath and breathed it out.

"when we get married, will Ali tell me to stop being a teacher ?"ask ila while glancing towards Ali.

Ali who heard it smiled at him.

"why is he smiling? "ask ila in the heart.

"answered dong mas? "ila's speech that never got an answer from Ali.

"if you are still comfortable with your work, please. As long as you know what your position is. I'm not going to ban it while you can divide your time between work, husbandry and of course home affairs. Especially if you have children later. You want to be better at sharing your time." Ali replied softly.

Ila who heard that smiled at Ali.

"thank you mas" said ila.

"thank you for what? "asked Ali who was astonished.

"just thank you" Ila said as she cast her gaze towards the streets.

Ali only chuckled at Ila's answer.

During the occasional trip they throw questions at each other. And that made the two not too shy anymore to start the conversation.

I don't think they've arrived in front of Prilla's house. Prilla offers Ali to stop by first. But Ali refused because it was too late.ila was not present.

"titip salam aja for om same aunt" said Ali from the car.

"yes, Ila will convey" said the gentle ila.

He waited until Ali's car disappeared from view. After that, he rushed into the house.