The World of the Hereafter

The World of the Hereafter
Considerations


Heny was immediately surprised by El's sharp question that was not as usual, as usual,


" Like Bang Al?" ask El back judes


" What the hell? Jealousy?" seduhi Heny with a smile


" Yes jealous, you are my boyfriend, you like my brother" replied El sewot


" Uluh... It's even more cute if it's crashing.." teased Heny again while staring at El getting closer


El who was ever angry or scolded back smiling and..


" Aaaeett ..".


" Sorry.... The end now can only if mengeprank people" said El increasingly anxious


" There will be a teacher" replied Heny, displaying a sweet smile.


" Don't have a crush on Al, right??" ask El to make sure


" No Brother.... Uh.. Brother.." replied Heny more adorable.


" You're okay, " answered El quickly


" Kok gitu, like Jakarta or Malay aja Abang, we are Javanese Mas aja" elak Heny because he did not know that his grandmother Al was in Riau


" Uh... Make no mistake, we have the smell of Malay, Umi used to be small in Riau, and our Grandmother is Riau, so Umi also used to call Abah Abang, the same as me and Bang Al " el and Heny replied


" Okey means Brother El yes." replied Heny more charming


" Any ready Adek Heny." answered El increasingly makes Heny blush because embarrassed to get a call of affection from his beloved brother.


On the other side... Al is still on his way, and he is still thinking about his great-grandfather who arrived to want to live in Arabia with him


And now Al has entered his luxury housing complex, which there lined up luxury homes, which are,


Zain and Jihan also did not go to work today, because Zain was already a master and good in bed, so it made him reluctant to go to work, and only wanted to play and work in the room


A moment later Mobil Al entered into his yard, and Al parked in a regular place,


After parking his car, Al got off slowly, tired of traveling so far from El's cabin to his house


" Assalamualaikum." said Al when he entered his house.


No one answered at all, and Al immediately sat down to lay down his body in the living room


" amma.... Abah.." call Al, because Al doesn't know that Abah Uminya is at home, because their car has a garage


Zain and Jihan are still enjoying bathing together in the bathroom, because their romance is second to none,


And age does not limit the romance of both, even the presence of their adult children, does not reduce their preoccupation when alone


Al who did not hear the answer both went straight up to his room, to clean up and perform the Dhuhur prayer, because it had entered the dhuhur time earlier


After bathing and changing clothes, Al immediately carried out his duties, fervently and did not forget to dhikr and pray


So also with Jihan and Zain who just finished bathing, continued praying,


And after that Jihan changed clothes and continued to want hair, which was taken over by Zain at this time


And Al came in, and said his greetings before


" Assalamualaikum.." said Al who followed them,


" Waalaikumsalam." replied Jihan and Zain who led to Al Yang at the door.


" Have you come home?" ask Jihan without any nervousness, though,


Likewise with their children who never protest, most just baper


" Umi was called not horrified" replied Al sitting on a bed belonging to Abah Uminya


Zain and Jihan just looked at each other and smiled, they realized they were having a good time in the bathroom


" Abah Umi didn't come to the office today?" ask Al again


" No.." replied Zain casually and continued drying Jihan's hair.


" Why??"


" Extend want to rest at home, "Jihan replied reasoned


" Oh...."


" Oh yeah Bah Mi... Uyut said he wanted to join Al kemesir you know" said Al began to tell the story


" How is it? try Again" surprised Jihan failed to focus


" Yes... Al stopped by the uyut place, arrived uyut tanya, in Egypt near Mecca?" al started to tell stories


" Continue??"


" Yes Al Anksa, it's pretty like this is the same place Mbah Riau " replied El continued


" Keep asking again, Al in love facilities not the same Abah in Egypt, no answer again, Al in facilitation of everything, starting cars and houses as well, " replied Al continued


" Without that?"


" Yes Uyut suddenly said he wanted to stay there, and even said that if he died he wanted to be buried near Uyut Kakung, in Mecca" replied Al casually but made Jihan shocked


Somehow it made Jihan heart full, and certainly moved to follow the wishes of her grandmother


Grandma who is so loyal to her husband, 20 years more in living away with a tomb that is not far away, even only once a year, sometimes not for pilgrimage, sometimes not for pilgrimage, and even to the death want to be buried near them


" Oh Allah ....." Said Jihan while shedding tears


Zain stops his activities, and brings Jihan to his arms


" Us.... Relax, We talk first with Mr and Ibuk" said Zain to calm Jihan


" Yes, Uyut also said that" said Al to them


" sthat mean??" ask Zain again


" Uyut a message before Al goes home, tell Abah and Umi to tell him to tell Uti and kakung about this matter" Al explained


" So Mbah liloh did not know?" ask Jihan while you're still


"Tau, the conversation was also there they were, and they persuaded to remain in Indonesia, but the Uyut was still cool, so they said, maybe to please Uyut aja" replied Al understand the intention of Charir earlier


Jihan cuddled because their job was only to make parents happy, and just agree with their will, because it was their duty,


" At the same time aunt also has spoken to father Mother, if we will not talk again" said Zain still menengkan Jihan


" Am I going to take care of everything?" ask Jihan again


" If Umi and others say no problem, not in Egypt even, directly in arab if you want" replied Zain relaxed


Because for Zain such a thing is easy, for He who has travel and cooperate with the Immigration


Moreover, Zain himself also has a company in Mecca, so it is easier and easier to move the residence of his Grandmother-in-law, so,


" Who will take care of Uti there?" thought Jihan was worried about her grandmother again