3 Love

Chapters. 6 Books

"Zahras... Zahraaaa. "cry ukhti anis looking for me.

"Why ukhti? " my question was confused seeing anis screaming for me in the dorm.

"Here za, here you get a book from ustadz furqan. He said in the book there's a letter for you. Ustadz furqan wants you to reply to the letter. "say ukhti anis with a smile.

I was also astonished to see the reaction of the great anis, and I did not expect this to happen.

"So what does this mean? " ask me again.

"Ustadz furqan likes you, he shoots you! That's core. If you want to return the letter, tell me yes. Later I will say" said ukhti anis explain more briefly to me.

My face immediately blushed, blushing in shame. I hugged the book I received. Then I ran to the back corner of the dormitory. Under the guava tree, sitting on a rattan bench I opened the book. Tucked the writing behind the cover.

{For : Nabela Zahra.

Every Time and Space Makes Memories.

From : Muhammad Furqan }.

Tucked in a pink mail envelope in the middle of the book. I open slowly. Smell the scent, I kiss the letter. It turns out that the smell was from that paper. I book slowly.

*Assalamualaikum to wb*

To : Nabela Zhara

From : Muhammad Furqan.

I closed the letter again, my heart beating hard while reading. Oh my!!! This time I got a love letter. I was confused to answer, I just knew him. Especially if he is ustadz. I remember her smile again to me

I'm ashamed ! My heart flutters when I remember her smile...

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Nightfall.

I couldn't fall asleep either, I kept looking at the letters from him. I read it over and over again. What should I write to her in return for this letter.

I was worried too, but it was in my heart. The time of course just a moment of acquaintance has directly expressed the heart. Is that just a momentary feeling.

The sunday morning.

Holidays and coincide with pahing day. Then there will be a market. I invited by ukhti anis to the market to buy kitchen necessities. I am glad to come too. When else will I get out of the hut looking at the state of this city.

We were on bikes, I was ridden by ukhti anis. I really enjoyed the trip.

"Where is your answer? " say ukhti anis while pedaling a bicycle.

"Oh letter yes, still think." I said.

"Later tell me, let me arrange your meeting" said ukhti anis.

"Yes ukhti. "say me slowly.

"You don't want to help me sometimes take care of the cafeteria." Anis offered it to me.

I thought I was also looking after the cafeteria. Counting while wasting saturating time when there is no activity.

"Can." Answer me briefly.

"OKAY. I'll teach you, what tomorrow.? " again.

"Siiiip ukhti. "answer me with a tone.

About 6 minutes later we arrived at the market. We went around looking for vegetables, carrots, tempeh. Everything's cheap. I just looked amazed. Probably only 5000, I thought.

I saw an atk store. I have permission for Anis to go there. I also look at what it sells. There is a colorful binder paper. And there is also a letter paper that is complete with the envelope. Write a perfumed letter. I got permission with the store owner to look at it and hold the suranya. When I opened it, the smell of fragrance smelled.

"Mmmmm... " I fell in love with the letter I was holding. This is the right paper to reply to ustadz furqan letters.

I also cheerfully went back to the dorm. I immediately replied to a letter from ustadz furqan.

*Assalamuaikum. Wb wr.

*To : Ustad Furqan

Thank you for the book with a sincere heart.

I was very honored to receive a letter from ustadz.

About the feelings that the ustadz feel, I can not accept it and I can not reject it.

How good it would be to live these days beautifully with hearts linked to getting to know each other*.

From : Nabela Zahra*

Write me on a fragrant piece of paper. I fold it carefully and I put it in a colored envelope and engraved with flowers.

I approached ukhti anis. I handed the letter to him. He smiled and went straight outside the dorm. An hour and a half ago Anis came and approached me.

"Za, you're waiting for ustadz in the cafeteria" he said with a smile.

I'm surprised too. I'm ashamed to meet, my heart is getting stronger. I clean my veil, I look in the mirror looking at my face. Is it worth meeting.

Ukhti anis cueing so that no one bothers me dikantin.

"Za you just calm down. The others no one will know. I'll take care of him " said ukhti anis.

I smiled and entered the cafeteria, but through the back door and at the checkout stand.

I see there's ustadz furqan waiting. My heart was beating harder too. We met the third time. He smiled at me.

"Za, meaning from now on right we. " said ustadz furqan without continuing his words that the word continuation we have understood is still each.

I nodded slowly too. He finally sat in front of the cashier. I sat in the cashier's seat. Face to face.

"You like mango za?. "ask ustadz breaking the silence.

"Mmm like it, tadz. " said I slowly. I am still ashamed too. I was embarrassed to look at him.

"Zahra." he called my name. I automatically raised my head.

And we looked too. That was when it was very clear that his handsome face I looked at. His eyes, his nose, his lips. I've never felt this close to a man.

"You are beautiful zahra" said ustadz furqan. I too was embarrassed. And it turns out that the ustadz finger touched my finger by accident. I also pulled my hand back.

"Mmm sorry za. " said ustadz to me.

"Ga pa2b. Ustadz likes what color.? " my question is trying to make the atmosphere so as not to be too stiff and also try to expel my nervousness.

"Blue" he said briefly.

"When I go home I bring you mangoes, what do you want?." Bargain again.

"Tadz. But it's up to ustadz aja. "say me again.

"Oiya. This is no call my house. When I get home, you can call me "he said to me.

I also received a sheet of paper that read his home phone number.

Because it felt like a long time ago, and we were afraid that this would be known to others. Ustadz furqan finally came home. It was so sharp that he looked at me. It was as if there was a longing that he wanted to let go.

But we smiled cheerfully. Because two people have acknowledged and met because of Love.

When at the entrance of the canteen he passed by ustadz furqan there were men entering the canteen. They greet each other.

"I bought a book and a polpen dong" he told me.

I'll get you the book and the polpen and I'll hand it over.

"3000" I said flatly mentioning his shopping note.

But he sat in front of me at the cashier's table.

"You're zahra, right, "he said by looking at me.

"Huh, yes. You who?? " i don't know his face

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