Destiny Love Nirmala

You were?!

Youth is a time that will always be remembered. Every memory that is presented, sometimes becomes a shadow of life in the future. However, youth will only be present once and will not be repeated. Where all the colors of the story fill the memory and half the space in the heart.

"Get your shaf" said the young man standing behind the pulpit. Unintentionally, he saw a girl with a gracefully charming face. And for a fraction of a second, his body pecked, eyes do not want to turn away from the beauty he was enjoying.

"Hm...!" deham Bara realized that the man in front of him was looking at the girl. "Look your eyes. Take care, Mr. Ustadz!" coke Bara.

Zain gasped, his white face now met with red because he was embarrassed to have been caught staring at Nirmala in such a way. "Bar, luke!"

"Then niyeh.." taunted Bara. "Eatya do not just be able to negur other people to keep their eyes. Turn himself concerned about the son of people until the mouth ngeces so!" add Bara who is repaid with sut from the people.

The atmosphere of the musala was instantaneous silence, which was heard now only the sound of friendship heard by the young man who decomposed black with exotic skin, handsome face and sweet. All people perform the prayer of Zuhr in an orderly manner also solemn. From the first rakaat to the fourth rakaat.

Musala, which was originally filled with students, is now quiet. Only a few people were left, including Bara, Zain and of course Nirmala.

"Nirmala, I'll drive you home. Your motorbike is still in the workshop," Bara bargained to Nirmala who was preparing to get out of the musala.

"Just like me .. I brought a car, more comfortable," said Zain who emerged from behind Bara's back.

"Mending with me, vespa ride. Adem .. breeze," fielding Bara does not want to lose.

Nirmala snorted as she was again faced with two young men who were fighting for her attention. "Nirmala take the bus, thank you very much for your offer."

The girl without dimples on the cheeks, leaving Bara as well as Zain who stood in silence. Because he chose to ignore them, students dream of women. Not a few who pursue the love of both. However, only Nirmalah was able to make the two young men captivated.

"Gara-gara elu... Nirmala's gone, isn't she?!" Bara pushed Zain's chest.

"Nirmala fits me. If for a man to mess with you, it's worth getting Nala!" kelakar Zain pitched scorn.

"Look at me later, what am I gonna get in Nirmala's heart!" point Bara toward Zain's face and then toward his own.

Zain grinned, "Of course I'll get Nirmala. Handsome, smart, accomplished. Do you see the flaws in me?"

Bara walked a step closer and pointed his index finger towards the chest of the man in front of him. "Lu want to know your own shortcomings? Here ... You too feel to be the most perfect human being. You always think of others as inferior. Your heart is not sincere, Zain! Too arrogant!!"

The white man rounded his bead and replied to Bara's tweet. "With what I have, I should be arrogant. As for you, what can you be proud of, a sincere heart? Nonsense!!!"

Zain left Bara at the musala alone and hurried. Hoping to still catch up with Nirmala and take the girl home with him.

...***...

"Oh my God..why don't you show up too, this is a city bus?" Nirmala was riled up, she repeatedly looked towards her watch. "If it is rich gini way, hunt the afternoon to Nini's house," said Nirmala monologue.

"Wait for what, Neng?" ask a traveling coffee salesman.

"This sir, I'm waiting for the city bus. How long has it come? usually it's once every half an hour" replied Nirmala.

"Yes Neng. He said it was jammed badly, so late, "the seller replied. "Where is Neng going?" ask again.

"You go to the New Market area, sir.." replied Nirmala.

"The mini bus ride was Neng. The majors are the same to Pasar Baru, even the cost is cheaper," he pointed to the bus that drove towards the stop.

"Come, Neng. Be careful...."

Nirmala boarded the bus and chose a seat near the back door. The place was chosen to make it easier to get it down when it has arrived at the destination later. Because the conductor, standing in front of the back door.

Nirmala sat down casually. Without him noticing, Zain followed him to the bus stop. But, unfortunately, the young man arrived late. Nirmala had boarded the public transport when Zain had just arrived in front of the stop. "Ah... late, right?! Because of Bara, I failed to approach Nirmala!!"

Zain continued to curse while hitting the steering wheel of a car that had nothing wrong with him. "Fear again, fail again! Bara really is my toughest rival for Nirmala!"

While grumbling, Zain runs his car back to campus. Because this afternoon he has a meeting agenda with other rohis members.

...***...

"Assalamu'alaikum, Nini.." greetings Nirmala when arriving at home with typical old Dutch-era buildings.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." replied Nini Gayatri who was watching her students while practicing pencak silat. "Eh... Neng, kirain Nini who." Gayatri stood up and hugged Nirmala and kissed her cheeks.

"Who do you think?" tanya Nirmala teases the grandmother.

Gayatri pinched the cheek of her favorite grandson in anxiety. "Nini misses this Nini's pussy granddaughter. Why are you just looking for Nini?"

Nirmala sat in an empty chair next to Gayatri. "Maafin Mala ya Ni. yesterday-yesterday, Mala focused on nyiapin so she could get a scholarship."

"What crus, dapet?" tanya Gayatri enthusiastically.

Nirmala smiled broadly. "Alhamdulillah. Now, Mala has gone to college where Nala went to college...."

Gayatri suddenly frowned. "Nini most males dreaded the name the boy called. If he's here, he wants Nini Jewer 'em off."

Nirmala chuckles at Nini Gayatri's babbling. "Don't dong, Ni. If Nala's ears come off, then they can't be attached again with glue."

Gayatri sighed slowly. "Running that child often makes Nini upset. Your father too, they're both richly betrothed in two. Both make high blood Nini kumat! Fortunately ... You inherited the nature of Azizah, your mother. Gentle, kind, always courteous to anyone."

"Doain continued Mala .. so the son of Salihah and always istikamah yes Ni." Nirmala clasped Gayatri's hand which was already filled with wrinkles.

Gayatri raised her hand next to him and patted the back of the grandson's hand. "Without being asked, Nini will always pray for you and Nala."

Nirmala shuffled and clutched the old body of the grandmother. "Mala was very dear to Nini. Only Nini and Aunt Utari have always loved Mala."

Gayatri rubbed the grandson's back. "Don't say that, Neng. Actually, your father is very dear to you. But because of his prestige he was kegedean. That's why we're rich crazy!"

"Assalamu'alaikum.." Greetings to someone who stopped Nirmala's conversation with her grandmother.

"Wa'alaikumsalam.." answered Nirmala and Gayatri simultaneously.

Nirmala took off a hug from Gayatri's body and turned to look at the person who said the greeting. His forehead shriveled in confusion as he could not believe who he was looking at right now. "You?!"

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