Not the Cinderella story
First Meet
The light of the sun has begun to disappear and replaced by the orange. The light of day will be replaced by the darkness of night.
Adinda had finished teaching and decided to go straight back to the boarding house. Grateful for not meeting the duda cool.
Ever since Lira told me about the widower, it felt awkward to meet. The heart of the woman who is his habit is easily carried away feeling makes Dinda there is a sense of stubbornness in teaching. There is a sense that cannot be described when knowing Irsyad is at home and not working. Keep in mind that this is not a feeling of love just a feeling that cannot be
indescribable.
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Every day is passed with activities as usual, compiling
theses, looking for references, reading books and also teaching Nadia.
It has not been a month since Adinda taught Nadia. He is getting closer every day with the little worm less water – Nadia. Adinda is even like a nanny who every day when teaching, Nadia will stick to him and worse sometimes Adinda is forbidden to go home and asked to accompany playing.
The grandmother always gave the understanding that the teacher must go home because the day will go up at night. Adinda must still leave Nadia even though sometimes Nadia cries with the return of Adinda. Staying, it is very unlikely because the condition of the big house there is a man who has the status of a widower in it that could cause slander in the midst of society
approximate.
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Miss Maryam today is very troubled because Nadia has a fever accompanied by cough and runny nose. Even in the hot sun, Miss Maryam drove her car to take Nadia to a nearby clinic from the residence complex. Every day Nadia did not want to be separated from the sling of the grandmother even
to be put to bed, Nadia would cry.
“Assalamu’alaukim.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.”
Miss Maryam came out of the house with Nadia
carried.
“Astagfirullah, sorry I forgot. Mom wanted to tell me
if today Nadia does not pay first.”
“Oh, it's okay. Nadia is sick what dear?” Adinda stroked the head of Nadia who was leaning her head to the chest of the grandmother.
“Sorry mommy wants to help first. I have not yet prayed dzuhur
even this is already half 3, Astagfirullah. Nadia does not want to escape even just as aunty does not want. I think I want to, yes.”
“Iya can.”
It was unexpected by Dinda that Nadia was willing to even voluntarily extend her hand to be carried by Dinda.
Miss Maryam immediately rushed to perform dzuhur prayer because soon it will enter the time of Ashar prayer. After the completion of her prayer, Miss Maryam immediately met Adinda and intended to take Nadia back. But it turns out Nadia does not want to be separated from the sling Adinda.
“Apardon yes, neng. His father has not come home anyway, if he has gone home would want to be like his father. Mother already has this back pain should be carried on her Nadia. There is no schedule anymore? Sorry mom troublesome.”
“No. After this Adinda blanks her schedule.”
Adinda stroked Nadia's head fondly and it did not escape the attention of Maryam. Miss Maryam smiled with kindness because there seemed to be no compulsion even sincerity. In his heart, Irsyad wants to be married to Adinda.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
Suddenly a greeting came from outside. Adinda
shocked by the sound of that voice. Ah, it's a man's voice maybe it's Nadia's father she thought.
Ma'am then walked to open the door but before reaching the door, the man had entered. The sister who was in the family room clearly heard the conversation of the two people who were in the family room.
“Wa’alaikumsalam. Tumben home cepet, A?”
Ah, sure enough the man is Nadia's father or the widower
which he said was cool. During the month of teaching Nadia never met and today can certainly meet.
“Aa home cepet with news of Nadia's illness, mah. Mr. Lee today there is no schedule anymore so Irsyad permission not to take overtime mandatory and Alhamdulillah given permission. Where's Nadia now, mah?”
“There is in the living room again the same teacher.”
Irsyad went straight to the living room and found a woman wearing a black robe with a peach-colored veil holding her child.
“Hy, Darling father, gedong dad yuk.”
Irsyad was too indifferent to Adinda, he did not say hello
The sister who was carrying her child did not even think that there was someone else there.
“Sorry it would be better if you take a shower first after that
carry Nadia.” Adinda spoke politely though her heart was beating faster than usual because only this time she saw the father of the child she was educated.
True, Irsyad widower with 1 child but it is invisible even for people who do not know Irsyad must think that Irsyad is a
bachelors.
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Thanks to those who have read. I intend to post a new story again with the title Starting from London (Story of Savings Wives). But wait for the reader this story goes up first
