My Love lawyer
About You; Maylani

Andre looked at the face of his wife who had fallen asleep, his hands moved to tidy up the child's hair that came out of his hood and fell on his forehead. Although they are only two in this inpatient room, but Lani still wearing a veil, she was worried that someone had suddenly entered the room while she had not had time to wear a veil. Andre smiled, how careful Lani was in maintaining the aurat.

The vibrating sound of the cell phone scattered his daydream.

Mother-in-law

"Assalamu aleikum, Ma."

"Waalaikumussalam, how's Lani, son?"

"It's better, Ma. Now I'm asleep." The answer.

"Alhamdulillah. "Mama's voice sounded trembling. "Please take care of Lani, son. Mama really wants to go there to take care of him, but Papa is also less healthy. The gout is coming back."

"Mama calm down, God willing Lani is fine, I will take care of Lani like Mama's message." Andre smiled even though his smile was impossible to see.

Screaming is heard from the end of the phone. Andre knows, his mother-in-law must be very anxious. While just a common fever, Mother Lani can call up to three times a day like taking medicine, let alone a pain like this. Suppose you can fly like a bird, Andre is sure the mother-in-law will definitely arrive at this time also in Jakarta to accompany her youngest child.

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They had their first meeting with a 55-year-old woman. The first impression Andre caught was hospitality and affection. Herawati's mother, so she was greeted immediately welcomed Andre in front of the arrival door with a warm smile that melted the gamang Andre's previous taste. Yes, during the trip Andre was busy thinking about what things he would say when he first met the camer aka prospective in-laws. He was busy putting together the words he was about to say. However, when meeting Herawati Mother Andre was like meeting an old friend, there was not the slightest awkwardness. Batak woman named Herawati was far from the impression of fierce and scary. Even so Lani's father, although he spoke little, but his body gestures showed a real impression of kinship. Andre felt comfortable being among them.

"I've cooked rendang like Lani's message." Said Ms. Hera as they sat at the dinner table.

Andre smiled while nodding. "Thank you, Mom."

Ms. Hera spooned the rice to Andre's plate, "So this is enough?"

Andre nodded again. "Enough, Mom."

Ms. Hera pulled out a plate filled with rice and Andre received it with thanks.

"Lauknya let Nak Andre himself take, Ma. I'll be so excited if Mama takes it." Said Mr. Azhar.

Andre laughs. His hands move filling the plate with rendang, vegetable stew and sambal terasi. Slowly he spooned the food to the mouth, so touching his tongue Andre was amazed at the taste, the perfect blend of side dishes, vegetable stew plus sambal, this is really delicious. It's not wrong Lani asked Bu Hera to prepare a plan for her.

"Taste mom very good. "Praise Andre sincerely.

Bu Hera looks sumringah because of the praise of the future daughter-in-law. Mr. Azhar smiled as well.

"Mama Lani is a cook, Son Andre. Everything he cooks, it tastes good." Mr. Azhar praised his wife. Bu Hera blushed. Andre laughed a little. At this age, they still look friendly.must be an example, Andre said in his heart.

"If Lani, can't you cook something like this, ma'am?"

"Alhamdulillah can. I have been teaching them to cook since their teens. The problem is that Lani is rarely at home, her son is active and has many activities, so rarely cook too. "Mom Hera laughed. "But he can still cook, really. Son Andre do not have to worry, I have provided it with cooking science."

Andre laughed crisply.

After eating they sit in the family room. Andre's eyes were fixed on the large family photo that was displayed on the wall. Bu Hera, Lani and her brother appear in white kebaya, while Pak Azhar wears a batik shirt whose color and motif match the fabric worn by Bu Hera and her two daughters. In the photo, Lani smiles widely to show her teeth. Very sweet. He looked young, not much different from his brother. This photo was probably taken when they were teenagers.

Andre's eyes turned to another wall, where Lani and her brother's graduation photo hung. There is also a photo of Lani during a karate match. Another photo of Lani holding a trophy.

"That's the one holding the trophy, when Lani won her first short story writing competition, High School time. The one holding the medal, as he won the karate match. Next to him during the pop star race, Junior High."

Andre flabbergasted. This is a child of talent, he said in his heart. Like knowing the contents of Andre's heart, {ak Azhar suddenly laughed.

"Yes, that's what Andre's son is, if I say versatile. Multitalented yes when said young people. "Pak Azhar chuckles. " Since Kindergarten he has often participated in speech competitions, read poetry, dance, sing, write short stories, participate in karate competitions. He also participated in scouts, nature lovers, basketball, badminton, and theater. I sometimes wonder, the boy was so tireless. Although it is not a star, but not bad-bad also his achievements in all areas. Lani also always received general rankings in her school during Elementary and Junior High School. When High School he became an ordinary child because there were too many rivals he said. Even though the report card value is always good."

Andre smiles. His admiration appeared on the figure of a Maylani. It turns out that his future wife is an extraordinary figure. If likened to fried rice, then Lani is a special fried rice complete package. Andre smiled and reflexes rubbed his nape. There was something warm on his cheek.

"But once in college, Lani changed a little. He dressed more closely and often attended lectures. The organization he chose was also a da'wah organization he said. In some ways he did not change like playing basketball, badminton, and karate. He also wrote stories I saw. "Bu Hera chimed. "The one thing I am most grateful for is that she is more female. Already want to wear a skirt or a dress, not jeans or trousers anymore. I like to look at him first, to a party wearing a t-shirt. "Mom Hera laughed.

Andre and Mr. Azhar laughed.

"Son Andre must not know yet, Lani is good at playing guitar, you know."

Waw... Andre looked surprised . What other things would surprise me, Lan. Heart word.

"When Junior High he had to ask to be taught to play guitar. I don't actually agree with him playing guitar, I prefer him to excel in academics, but he insisted on it. I finally taught. It turns out that at school he studied again with his boy friends. They often sing in school at recess, becoming more proficient. Her art teacher was supportive, evident during the August 17 celebration in the district, Lani and her group vocal friends performed, Lani sang while playing the guitar." Remember Mr. Azhar.

"Yes. Papa remembers." Mr. Azhar smiled. "From little friends more guys, Andre boy. "

Andre laughs.

"But I'm very proud of him, because he's very firm on principles. Although tomboy she still chose activities that still allow her to wear a hijab. Once offered to join Paskibra when Junior High on the condition of removing the hijab, she did not want to. Paskibra used to not be able to lubaban. Lani was invited to join because of her high posture for a child her age. Alhamdulillah Lani refused even though he had been persuaded. I tried fishing, just follow, notya also just a day. Lani kept saying no. He prefers to sing with his guitar."

Andre was amazed. Until now its steadfast nature in holding the principle is still visible.

"Lani's a special kid." Mr. Azhar's eyes look up, maybe he misses his daughter who is far away.

Andre sighed.

"How long has Son Andre known our daughter?" ask Ms. Hera

The emphasis on the word 'our daughter' made Andre's heart beat faster. It felt like how much Lani was loved by her family.

"Two years, Mom. Lani used to intern at the office where I worked. After she became an advocate, Lani moved offices. Since then we have never communicated again. But for the process of getting to know more recently this month. Our introduction was bridged by my sister."

"How far has Andre known Lani?"

"During working together, I knew Lani only as a coworker, sir.For things that are personal, of course, not too much that I know, instead I heard a lot of new things about Lani after meeting Father and Mother. However, I believe we will be able to learn from each other as time goes on. I'm sure Lani is a good boy and shalihah. That's enough. I also have many shortcomings, Sir, Mom, God willing Lani will be able to accept me with all those shortcomings." Said Andre steady. "For that I came here, in addition to wanting to introduce myself, I also want to ask officially to the Father and Mother, let me marry the daughter of the Father and Mother; Maylani. I can't promise to keep her happy, won't make her cry, because I'm an ordinary human being who certainly doesn't escape error and error. But I promise to go hand in hand, to support each other, to strengthen each other in love with God. We will learn together that this marriage will add to our obedience to Allah. That's all I can promise you, sir, Mom. Please continue to guide and remind us."

Bu Hera seemed to wipe the tears that began to fall in the corner of his eyes.There was a sense of haru to hear Andre's words.

"Lani's the youngest, she's stubborn too. Maybe one day he will trouble Nak Andre with all of that nature. He is also a debater who does not want to lose. If one day she makes trouble, please remind her with ihsan, don't hurt her body. If he can't be educated, give him back to us. We will educate him. That's our request." Mr. Azhar said with teary eyes.

"God willing, sir. Please pray for it."

Mr. Azhar mangosteen.

"God my family will come here soon, sir. In accordance with the customs in all tribes, the official proposal must remain. My family asked for that too. We'll tell you the time later."

"We are waiting for her arrival."

Andre sighed, his task was done. He felt relieved, finally able to convey his meaning smoothly. The real sermon is finished. Just brought his extended family to meet Lani's family.

    Silence was created between the three of them. Next, it was Ms. Hera who broke the silence by asking about Andre's family and work. Then the atmosphere returned to liquid, the three of them engaged in an exciting chat. Occasionally laughter adorns the family room.

"No feeling Zhuhur, we went to the Nak Andre mosque?" mr. Azhar said as soon as he heard the sound of Adzan.

"Ready, Sir. Let's go to the mosque." said Andre with a smile dikulum.

"Well motorbike or walk?"

"Which makes you more comfortable." Andre recalled Lani's story that his father had gout.

"Fine the motor, Pa. Andre please spoil Mr ya."

"Good, Mom."

"We're riding Lani's bike. Papa kangen was rammed with that motorbike."

Ms. Hera handed over the motorcycle keys while shepherding Andre to the garage.

"That's Lani's motor." Bu Hera pointed at the black duck motorcycle. Andre took out Lani's motor to the courtyard.

"This motor is rarely used. I'm wearing a matic motorbike, because his leg hurts." Said Ms. Hera. "The occasional turn on the machine is the same Mr."

Andre smiles.

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