Lailatulqadar (Song of Missing For Fathers)
Chapter 49
Laila walked hastily into the room when told by some employees if the current big lady of PT owner. Nusantara was waiting in his room.
Benak Laila began to wonder, is there anything Granny Julian wants to meet him at this time? Is there a problem? Butwhat? Will he ask about his closeness to Julian? Or something to do with work?
Laila kept thinking until she finally reached the door of the room. Laila paused for a moment to take a breath and tried to shake off the nervousness. This is the first time she has met Grandma Julian. While working here, he had never met her. Of course, Laila was now nervous and curious, why would she want to see him?
Chequek!
Laila opened the door of the room. An old woman stood her back to the door facing the desk, as if she was looking at something there.
"Assalamualaik." Laila said hello.
"Wa'alaikumsalam." The old woman turned her back to look at Laila from top to bottom, making Laila even more groggy.
Laila walked over and greeted the old woman, kissing the back of her hand politely.
"Please sit down, Madam!" laila said to let the woman sit down.
"Thank you."
Laila sat down on the old woman. Laila was familiar with seeing Grandma Julian's face, but where? Laila remembered until she finally remembered one incident in the past.
"Sorry Madam, I think we've met before."
"Oh yeah? Where's?" ask Grandma Julian.
"About ten years ago when I was a teenager, I was once helped by someone when pickpocketing in an angkot. And the Madam helped me by paying my freight. Isn't that Madam?" Laila made sure she wasn't wrong.
Julian's grandmother recalled the events that had happened about ten years ago, his old age made him somewhat forget about the old events.
"Yes I remember." The old woman began to remember the events that had happened in the past. It was a bit difficult but he finally remembered.
"So you're the kid who was a pickpocket in the vanity? Didn't know we could meet again here. I've known you for a long time, apparently you work here at my family's company" the woman said.
"I didn't expect to see my mom again, sorry I meant Madam."
"Call the Goddess Grandma to be more familiar" he said.
"Well, it's not good because I work at your place, madam." Laila was feeling sad.
"It's okay, " he said.
"I haven't had time to thank the Madam uh I mean Grandma Goddess. My grandmother helped me, thank you so much. I don't know where to pay the price if there were no grandmothers at the time" Laila said.
"Makanya all this time Grandma always looking for you, but baby after the incident the other day we never met again. Because your prayers grandmother's business forward and see now can have this company, but it was still small," he continued.
"This is all thanks to Grandma's own efforts and also because of God. Not because of me" Laila reminded.
"But really, Laila. Since meeting you seems like Grandma is luckier, there are business opportunities coming even many people who want to work together to keep shares in a company that was still small." Grandma Dewi is still confident in her opinion if the Laila prayer is very effective.
Laila just shook her head with a smile, free to argue with Grandma Goddess who was so sure of her perception.
While Grandma Goddess or grandmother Julian increasingly agreed if Julian would make Laila as a companion to life. He would talk about this to his son and daughter-in-law who were none other than Julian's parents.
"By the way Grandma's here what's necessary? Is there anything I can help you with?" laila asked just remembered to ask what the purpose of the woman was to meet him.
"Grandmother came here just wanted to know her name was Laila. Apparently you are! You see Julian told me that for example he was approaching a woman and it was you." Grandma Dewi did not want to make small talk, she just said her intention was to come here.
Laila's face met red instantly. He blushed embarrassed to hear the words of Grandma Goddess just now.
"Because of that, Grandma wants to help you." The old woman looked serious.
"What can I do?" Tanya Laila was doubtful. Yes he hesitated out of concern if Grandma Goddess asked him to accept the proposal from his granddaughter. Honestly, Laila is still not ready to get married.
"Taken close to you, Julian changed a lot. Even yesterday he had said he wanted to study religion because he said if he wanted to get a woman like you then he also had to have good religious knowledge. For that Grandma asks that you continue to give her the urge to get better again, it seems like you can give her some spirit especially if you give Julian a chance to occupy just a little place in your heart." Grandma Dewi grasped Laila's fingers resting on the table.
Sontak Laila was stunned by surprise, she was confused as to how and what to say.
Perhaps to help Julian become a better person, Laila could give him some support. But even that depends on Julian's own desire and determination, whether he will Istiqomah after or not. It all depends on each person.
And matters of the heart, Laila has not been able to ascertain whether Julian occupies a special place in his heart or not.
"God willing I will support Julian to study religion, but if the problem is beyond that I do not promise and I do not know in the future what it will be like." Laila looked bad to have to say that so she was very careful when saying she did not want to offend Grandma Goddess.
"Do you have a candidate?" Search Grandma Goddess.
"No, not yet!" Laila answered quickly while shaking her head.
Grandma Goddess stained a smile.
"That means Julian still has a chance to have you. Hopefully, after studying religion later, Julian becomes a better man and fits the criteria you want." Grandma Goddess looked optimistic.
Laila only commented on the stiff smile, she never knew about the secrets of the heart. Just let time answer everything. Laila never imagined or dreamed about a life partner, if the soul mate then not going anywhere. Whoever it is as long as it can bring Laila a happy afterlife. Laila believes that a soul mate is God's business, she leaves everything to God.
seriate,
