Sagaras
The Part 19

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"She went with someone, too" replied Mother, who immediately made Sagara's feelings more and more unfounded, now increasing the question in the young man's heart.

"Who is it, Mom?" asked Sagara ventured so powerless to hold the curiosity.

"With-,"

"Assalamu'alaikum," exclaimed the voice of the woman who was very in the hapal ole Sagara, he also turned his head as well as the others.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied everyone in the living room simultaneously.

Aisyah-, yes she is Aisyah who just returned home her face covered with a veil still showing a look of shock and disbelief from the look of the girl's eyes.

"This is my youngest daughter, her name is Aisyah Nura," said Mother introduced her beloved daughter.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Madam, Mister, and Sagara." Aisyah cupped her hands in front of her chest but not with Mommy, she shook hands as usual, reaching for the back of the woman's hand to kiss the reverence.

"Waalaikumsalam salam, son."

There has never been a special story about Aisyah from Sagara, so the Pradipta family considers the girl enough as the son of the owner of the house without them realizing it is precisely Aisyah who is the owner of Sagara's heart.

"Home home? I guess later," asked Mother slowly whispering because they happened to be sitting next to each other.

"It's not a mosquito, ma'am."

"Yes, you make a drink for our guests" said Mother again who has not served anything to Sagara and his family.

"God, Mom."

"Oh, yes, call you too yes, say if there are guests at home, tell them to go home quickly," continued the mother who was asserted again by her daughter.

Aisyah who got up from sitting on her goodbye to the kitchen, her calm and graceful manner made the great Madam Pradipta instantly fall in love.

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"I'm out for a while huh" said Sagara while waking up from sitting, it feels like the front porch is much better even though he has to be alone there.

"Hem, go, go" replied Papa Zico.

Sagara who had permission to go out and hit his butt in one of the chairs and not until fifteen minutes Aisyah came with a tray containing drinks for Sagara.

"Thank you" said Sagara, who was only nodding his head slowly from Aisyah.

Both are now sitting of course with a good distance, do not let them look close even though they are on the porch of the house.

"May I ask?"

"Hem, please, I will answer while I can," said Aisyah who never looked at Sagara intentionally.

"You-you, you know Aurora, or you call her Olla?" sagara asked, he who needs certainty already does not want to talk stale.

"Aurora's? Hem, who's from that town? same as me, right?" ask back Aisyah who was immediately diyakan by Sagara.

"He's my cousin, and he knows you too even though he doubts because there are three Ayesha in Pondok he said," explained Sagara who was immediately understood by Aisyah.

"Yes, there are indeed three and one of them is me, but the veiled one is two, I and Aisha are Aurora's friends. Maybe that's what I mean," Aisyah replied giving the understanding of their names and calls the same so it was a little confusing.

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And---, is the husband-to-be you too?