CAPPUCINO THE AISYAH

(Chapter 2) Knows it further

at that moment I felt that there was an unusual vibration in my heart, and I began to admire it, but was it really love?, I began to ask myself questions, after a few minutes of thinking, it was finally time for me to teach,

"Aisyah, mother permission to go out for a while yes" said the mother from outside my room

"iya Bun" I said from my room while preparing teaching equipment

I already knew you must be going to the market, so Jagan was surprised if I didn't ask you. I immediately set out to guide my students, upon arrival at the Al-Amin mosque all the disciples were waiting for me, they greeted me with greetings and kissed my hands, I am not an ustadzah, he said, I am also not a good teacher in teaching, but that is the function of adab, respecting the older. When my lesson started suddenly my phone rang back,

"assalamu'alaikum ukhty" said someone on my phone

"wa'alaikumussalam, who is this?" ask me confused

"it turns out my number has not been saved" he continued

at that time I just realized, it turned out to be Fahri, I was nervous but I continued because I felt disrespectful if I closed the phone from her for the second time,

"what are you doing aky?" ask me embarrassed

"why has my number not been saved?, is WhatsApp Ukhty full of male contacts?" her question turned to me

"Afwan aky, not like that, I forgot to save it" I replied again

"Alhamdulillah, means I can be stored on WhatsApp ukhty?" continue on

I paused for a moment to exhale, as if my heart was pounding very fast,

"hehehe, in shea Allah may akyy" I continued

"now again teaching Al-Amin students huh?" say it again

"how does aky know?" ask me confused

"because I google so know all the locations and activities ukhty" he replied with a laugh

I immediately closed the phone without a greeting, I laughed very loudly in my heart, being ashamed of my students, I pretended to be ordinary. I was too happy to know him, although I did not know which planet Fahri came from, I really did admire him. After I finished the material that I said turned out to be aky Fahri standing right behind me while watching me deliver the material to the children, I was very surprised, you know? it turns out that he was the marbot of Al-Amin mosque, all this time I was not aware that I always met him, only that I did not pay too much attention to him, because of my busy, busy life, I didn't know who he was, though,

"apparently aky marbot here!" say it with a tone of wonder

"i'm a famous person here, only in their name because they know I'm just a marbot" he replied as he swept the floor behind me

I actually do not believe, that he is a simple but extraordinary man, even my own students no one does not know him, I try to hide my feelings towards him, I try to hide my feelings towards him, although a little difficult. Even when I entered the Ashar prayer, I and the children prayed together, when the adhan in the kumandangkan, I began to wet my face with ablution water, and perform ashar prayers in the Al-Amin mosque. When I finished, I rushed to go home, but unfortunately Fahri greeted me again,

"be careful on the ukhty road" he said as he stepped away from the mosque,

I just nodded as if to say yes, I no longer knew what to say and how, because my intention was to love him because of God, and hope he did not know this feeling. Now that I know her better, understand all about her, she is a simple, ordinary figure, but keeps me fixated in a short time. Everything about her is already in the dictionary of my life, even though I know I just got to know her. After arriving at the house, my mother immediately welcomed me,

"assalamualaikum mother" I said while kissing the mother's hand

"wa'alaikumussalam, have you finished teaching him?" ask mommy to me

"Alhamdulillah already Bun" I continued while putting my backpack to the guest table

my mother is the most prepared person for me, whenever I need her there is always, and she also knows that I am a spoiled child, my character who likes to baper make my mother forbid me to make love, that's my mother, my mother my heart angel.

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