Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 55

Alby

After driving Amara to Nada, Azmi and I returned to the floor of my room. Tumben the diem boy.

"Pinjem hp Lo, Mi?!", I said.

"Make what?", asked Azmi but still gave me her phone.

I recorded Amara's number on Azmi's phone. I asked Amara to unblock it so I could contact her again. Thank God, Amara unblocked my number.

"Nih, thanks!", I said while returning Azmi's phone. Right now I'm alone with Azmi in the elevator. We both got to the floor of my room.

"Gue wants to pray first!", said Azmi.

"Bareng aja, abis that lunch in the canteen. You don't bring bekel, do you?", I asked.

Azmi stared at me from top to bottom. Then shook slowly.

"What the hell? See if I'm rich?", I suspect.

"Yakin Lo ga what-apain Amara earlier?", asked her who was now suspicious.

"Yes.yes no, Mi!", answered me.

"Yakin? Ga percaya gue!"

''What the hell, Mi!"

"No, Lo's shirt on the waist is a mess! What is it because of Amara?", asked Azmi.

I fumbled and noticed my shirt on my waist. Right, some tangled up and a little out probably because of Amara who was just venting her feelings on my waist.

''Oh, this..."

''Don't worry!" said Azmi.

''You know, you know Azmi!", I said annoyed.

''Gue wants to pray under the aja all for food!", said Azmi.

''And I said with Azmi!", I said.

"Emang don't want to shampoo first??" asked Azmi.

''Astgahfirullah Azmi!"

"What's wrong with the same question I tried?"

"Gue ga sampe kaya is rich Azmi o Allah. No need to take a shower too!"

Azmi put on her flat face, serious fashion nih pak ustadz.

"Okay, yes I.gue kissed Amara earlier, full of awareness not because of the influence of rich medicine yesterday."

Azmi smiled faintly.

"Where are you! I want to pray. It's up to you to be with me what shampoo first!"

"Mi, I wasn't that depraved that time. That's so!", I held him down. Azmi was not just an aspri, a friend but also as a sister figure who always advised me.

He's standing in front of me. Take her breath deep.

"Gue is not a pompous By. I also have a lot of shortcomings. But as a fellow Muslim, I as much as possible ngingetin Lo!", said Azmi. I heard him breathe.

"In QS Al Ankabut verse 45. The exegete, Ibn Kathir mentions that the prayer brings wisdom, which is to prevent vile and mendacious deeds."

Yes.mode santri her cottage Azmi....

"Gue is nobody. I am not a scholar either. Just..gue wants to push Lo into the good. But if it turns out I haven't succeeded, maybe it's not entirely my fault. It depends on you too. There is no term 'free' prayer but still do bad things. That's all, it depends on Lo."

I swallowed my saliva rough. Azmi's right!

"Kalo Lo emang already can't break themselves, already hunted halalin Amara. If it turns out he does not want to, mending Lo muchin fasting!", said Azmi left me just like that.

Yes greetings...he again nasehatin me??? Athaghfirullah! But what's the real talk???

Azmi had already headed to the mushola downstairs. Since he had already come down first, I chose to pray at the prayer hall on my floor.

An hour passed, Azmi came with two boxes of food. He delivered the food and put it on my desk. I glanced at him briefly.

"Thirty thousand!", he said.

"Now, I'm changing!", I hand over a piece of blue money. He accepts.

"Thank you Mi. I think Lo is angry with me, it turns out Lo still cares about me."

"Hum!"

"Amahhh?", he asked, turning his head because he wanted to get out of my room.

Basic aspri luknut! No manners with the boss!

"Temenin I'm going to Amara's house tonight!"

Azmi stopped her steps. Then he turned around.

"Lo there is a lecture schedule ntar malem. Don't mostly skip. Ga pass-pass ntar!", he said.

Isn't Azmi real again??!!! You know what a child!

"Yes, this is once doang Mi!"

"Lo wants to lamar Amara? If so, bring Mak too. Why do I doang. No more preparations?!"

"Ckkk.kan now mah just want to talk Mi first."

"Lo ngebet Mara marriage, solely because of responsibility for what you have done, because napsyu Lo, is it because you already have the same feeling?!!"

Subhanallah, why do you present the figure of Azmi in my life O Allah!

"Kok Lo nanya so anyway Mi?"

"Where is the wrong question? You've failed to make the stairs. Even though I haven't been successful either. But we're different stories."

"Yes how? It's a lot of. I'm confused myself!"

"Learning the same experience. Do not marry a child. Kasian if you end up just hurting Amara!"

"Oh my God, Mi....!"

"Udah ah, I do a lot of work!", said Azmi out just like that.

Well, it's a kid!

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Amaras

"I. I want Bi's story."

"Hum, tell me Ra. I was horrified!", said Bia while putting Ribi in bed.

After Fesha and Ribi were put to bed, Bia and I sat on the carpet near the bed.

"Eh, dude. I made you a drink first, huh? Titip kids for a moment. Your kasian from earlier has not been suguhin anything!"

I'm nodding.

Shortly after, Bia brought him a cold drink and some snacks.

"Drink first Ra!", said Bia. I drank it a little too.

"Well, I'm ready to hear your story."

Bia sat cross-legged facing me.

"Eum, I'm confused where did the story start!"

"What's that?"

I nodded slowly. Of course I'm confused about who I used to be!

"Hey, if I told you about Alby, would you mind? I.. I just don't want to....!"

"Yes, I'll be a listener first. If you need your comment, I will comment. But if not, yes. What matters is that I've listened to it."

When I heard Bia's answer, I smiled. And, yes, my story just flows. From the beginning of getting acquainted with Alby and the incident just now at the office. Including Frans who lied to me. Frans, who asked my parents for permission to continue my relationship with him.

Bia really listened to my vent. After my story was over, he breathed his breath.

What did Bia think? Am I cheap? Is he jealous because I love Alby? Oh Allah, I am still waiting for Bia's comment and reaction.

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This is how it was! 🙏🙏️

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