Destiny Love Girl Conscious

The ilang favorite ballpoint

The sun began to sink itself, now is the time for the moon to work. The lights on the street began to light up, heard the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an from the direction of the Ar-Rahman madrasah sung by young children in a loud voice. Marking the time of nightfall.

Ahmad looks pacing back and forth in front of his class, I don't know what he is looking for...!! on the other hand, the berniqob girl was walking towards her class, when she was about to cross Ustadz Usman class she immediately stopped her track, because she saw the bachelor was pacing back and forth there.

"Assalamualaikum, why else?" said Aisyah, making the bachelor shocked.

"Astagfirullah.waalaikumussalam, emm not" replied Ahmad, bowing his head after being surprised to glance at the berniqob girl.

"Can I help you?"ask Aisyah, come back.

"Nothing, um teach me!! please" replied Ahmad flat. Hadehhh started flat again when it was not..

"emm okay" said Aisyah so awkward "if that's how Aisyah to the class first permission Assalamualaikum" Aisyah stepped foot into her class.

The bachelor smiled widely accompanied by a throbbing heart as if he wanted to jump out. The bachelor saw a ballpoint pen coming out of Aisyah's backpack.

'plukk' The ballpoint dropped from Aisyah's backpack, but strangely Aisyah did not hear the ball!! yes, because his ears are fitted with handsats.

Ahmad was aware of that, he took the ballpoint pen. Maybe this is an opportunity to try out the berniqob girl...! or maybe he's pacing back and forth because of another ballpoint pen...!

"Ahhh... ko she's unconscious? I don't borrow it first. I borrowed the pen I promise I will return it after the contents of the pen abis hhii.." said Ahmad, laughing at the jail and then re-enter his class.

Ouh this anyway that makes the bachelor pacing back and forth, it turns out the ballpoint pen. But what is the fate of the berniqob girl...?

Class 1 where Aisha teaches....

" What he had written collected yaa at the table teteh "said Aisyah to his students, Aisyahpun memurojaah own memorization, the habit of the girl while waiting for the work of her students to be assessed.

After everyone gathered their work, Aisyahpun saw first the results of their work when they wanted to be given a value arrived he was confused, looking for his pen. He searched around the classroom but never met, until his students joined nyari.

"Aren't you, baby?" ask Aisyah

"There is no tea" replied the compact student.

"Well, you guys rest first"

"yeah"

"Kasian yaa favorite pen of Aisyah tea is gone" Hasna whispered to her friend.

"yes kasian, yes, we follow yuu nyari"

"yes come"

When the girl knocked on her head with her index finger, she remembered that it had passed the 3rd grade (the highest level/student of 5th and 6th grade).

Aisyah immediately searched in front of Ustadz Usman's class but never met, the girl initially wanted to ask this to Ahmad but she saw Ahmad was busy so there was no way he could bother.

"So I'm through here but why is there no yes, in the class there is also no ihhhh this is rich there are taking, Astagfirullah Shah do not so'udzon. But if you miss home is not possible, I'm sure you've entered the pen to the bag" Aisyah grumbled, hooking her hands around her waist, eyes glanced straight at the madrasah courtyard, and, where the heart is not calm.

Because Aisyah was looking for the ballpoint pen too long time also showed that she wanted to be adhan so Aisyah decided to mengikhlaskannya ballpoint pen and return to class. "no papa deh I sincerely, I just, good luck to those who found my ballpoint pen. Wear aja yaa may be useful" muttered Aisyah, go class again.

"Alhamdulillah he was sincere, thank you Shah hhi.." murmured Ahmad who listened to the murmur of Aisha.

Time shows at 07:25 when they disperse. The berniqob girl had finished performing Isya prayers, she also went to the parking lot as usual. Arriving at the parking lot, the girl was surprised because she did not see Farish's motorbike

" Where is Aris Motor? ahh time to go home, just call me" Aisyah dialed Farish number on her contact and pressed the call.

📞"Aris again muriang nie so aris back first. You call Mommy aja, sorry ya byy" said across the street.

"ihhh basic om om, maen stayin aja" grumbled.

Ahmad saw Aisyah was sculpting and approached her "Assalamualaikum, what are you?"

"waalaikumussalam emm Aris ninggalin Aisyah"

"ouhh yaudah with me"

"No thanks, I'm first Assalamualaikum" Aisyah walked home.

Aisyah felt frightened when on the way the solanya complex there was already quiet invisible activity of the residents of the house again "Aisyah come together" shouted Ahmad stopped the speed of his motorbike.

Ahmad did not take the opportunity in narrowness but he was afraid if anything happened with his idol who had not officially become his.

"Not to"

"Let's have ituloh at home there.usually at this hour again hanging out" said Ahmad scare nakuti.

"what's up? that subtle creature?. I'm not afraid"

"It wasn't thatuu"

"Ouhhh yes really too" muttered Aisyah "Yes already ayok, but keep the distance" Aisyah riding a matic motor owned by Ahmad he was forced because it was like this hour like there are young people who like to nongrong, he said, yes, you could say stubborn, they continued their journey. As promised, they keep their distance even if only a few centi.

"Tomorrow I turn back the torch" cried Aisyah

"A rest easy, ouhh, are you not traumatized by the incident this afternoon?" ahmad replied, still pushing the bike.

"Now, it's safe. Thank you again, Ayesha"

"Don't say thank you, one time is enough. Ouh yaa pardon ya I maksa you to go home with me, I'm worried about you"

Aisyah only smiled faintly, she did not expect that there was a man who was paying attention to her.

Seriate...