HIJRAH LOVE
Chapter 9

"Dear...!" He called my name and waved his hand.

The mother walked towards me. He wears a dress that is not too fancy, but still ok. So soft and graceful when walking. Finally, I recognized who he was when the distance between us was getting closer.

"Mom Laila!" Sap me gently.

"Dear, what are you doing here?" Ask him to me. Maybe because I wonder why I can be in a dress shop, while I often dress that includes the open.

"Emm..I want to buy some dress and some hijab mom. God willing I want to learn better." I answered gently and surely with my expanding smile.

"God willing, thank God that you will change for the better, dear." He said with gratitude.

"Yes mom. Pray that Aisha will be able to repair Ayesha." I said to Laila's mom who asked her for a do'a.

I don't know why my feelings for Ms. Laila are different. I feel so close to him. Moreover, the warm touch from him made me feel calm. What is this feeling exactly?

"Yes dong dear, mother will always pray for the best for Aisyah. Oh yes Ayesha, who were you here with?" Ask Laila.

"Oh yes ma'am, Ayesha was like sister Maryam. Meet Mom, this is my cousin Maryam!" I answered while showing where Sister Maryam was.

"Oh, God! How beautiful your sister Aisyah is!" Said he who admired Maryam's sister.

Yes_maybe it is because of sister Maryam who likes to veil and especially with her character.

"Thank God, God willing!" Sahut sister Maryam with full of tenderness.

"Well, I'll help you pick some clothes for you." Say it with his opinion.

"What's right, ma'am, do you want to help Aisyah?" My question is convincing.

"It's true, baby, with pleasure." He said with a broad smile.

The three of us were busy choosing some clothes and the volume. We are filled with jokes and laughter. It is like a mother with her child who is shopping together. You can imagine for yourself how our excitement at that time.

"pring..kring...!" The sound of the mobile phone that sounds, indicates the presence of a voice call.

"Aisyah, I'm leaving first yes want to pick up the phone for a while because." Brother Maryam's permission.

That's right, that's Maryam's cell phone that reads. Who called, I don't know either.

"Yes, please!" I said allow.

Laila and I are still busy choosing her clothes and hijab. While sister Maryam, she was still busy with her phone.

" Where are you again Maryam?" There was the voice of a middle-aged man asking for the whereabouts of sister Maryam.

Not that I eavesdropped huh, I just heard it with a glance.

"Maryam again walks with Aisyah. Papa don't worry about Maryam." Mary explains.

"Yes, you and Aisha be careful!" Said the middle-aged man.

Shortly thereafter, sister Maryam approached me and Miss Laila. He always showed her such a charming smile.

"Who called my sister?" Tanyaku... Just a little curious.

"Ah_not anyone Aisyah, your papa is on the phone. He's asking where we are." Say it by explaining.

"Oh papa, who's there." I said briefly.

Obviously Maryam lied to Aisyah. It was as if Maryam and Brian were hiding something from Aisyah. I don't know if it's not sure yet. Which Aisha has not known.

After a few hours in the store, we finally finished shopping. I bought about 5 clothes and 6 scarves. God willing I will learn better. Start moving and get closer to Him.

"So mom was with mom's son, Fadli." Answer slowly.

Soon there was a voice calling out to Bu Laila from a distance not so far away. Yes_about 1.5 meters west of the store.

"Well, that's mom's son!" Said Bu Laila pointing towards Fadli where he was.

"Oh yes already then ma'am, Aisyah same sister Maryam want to say goodbye first!" I said with a parting speech.

"Yes ma'am, let's go first! Thank you, Miss Laila, for helping us. Be careful on the road!" Continues Maryam.

"Dear, you two are also carefully on the road!" Say him to us.

I was ready to drive the motorbike, as well as sister Maryam, she was also ready to sit behind me. And we were ready to go towards home. But we stopped by the side of the road, because my stomach that can't lie when hungry is on.

"Sister, we'll just eat here first! Take a break too." I said with a lovely and filling offer.

"All right! It's up to you." Reply sister Maryam assented.

We entered a small shop on the side of the road. However, even though the stall looks small, but the atmosphere inside the stall is so crowded. Many visitors come alternately.

This small shop is called Pak Cipto stall. Which is famous for some of the original cuisine of Malang city.

We ordered a food that is quite famous in this stall, namely soto babad and coupled with fresh drinking. And we enjoyed eating that.

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Along the way Fadli and Laila were talking about Aisha and Maryam.

"Mom, Fadli would like to ask. Who was with my mom in front of the store?" Ask Fadli to his mother.

"Oh earlier. That was Ayesha who came to our house at those nights! The one wearing the veil was Maryam, Ayesha's cousin." Miss Laila explained.

"Oh, who's kirain." Reply Fadli very briefly.

"What did you ask about that?" Ask Laila.

"Akh, it's okay Mom! It was just a strange feeling Fadli was looking at the two of them." Answer Fadli.

"How weird do you mean, son?" Ask Bu Laila back who is curious.

"Yes_that's how ma'am, it's weird that it's so senile." Fadli replied in confusion to explain.

"Do you like any of them?" Again, Miss Laila asked.

"Akh_like? What does Mother's question mean?" Fadli replied timidly.

"Here you go, be honest with mom." Said Bu Laila who was a little urgent.

"No ma'am, it's not like that!" Fadli said evasively.

On the way home, there was a slight debate between Bu Laila and Fadli. But, not to make them noisier.

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Thank God, our stomachs are both filled. We are also getting ready to go back home. It didn't take long anyway, the mileage we went through.

After 15 manitlah approximately, we finally arrived at home. We open the door with a greeting. And shortly afterwards it sounded the voice of the kitchen who answered our greetings, none other than the pure bik.

It feels so tired today. My sister and I headed straight to their rooms to take a shower and change clothes. I want to start dressing covered up. And I tried some clothes among the ones I bought earlier. I was wondering how beautiful I am? You can imagine how that is. I who have the perfect body must look beautiful.