Earth Love Qibla

Drafts

The past of Aro

"Hot, Ar. You want until when, anyway, we'll be bego like gini?" asked Omar who was standing behind the tall body of Aro. They were peering at a house behind a wall.

"Gue is not bego," said Aro who is still focused on scanning into a whitewashed house.

Usually at 07:00 Ara will come out of there. The girl was always on time to go to college.

"Just a bego person, Ar, who every month back and forth Jakarta Surabaya just for kayak gini, Ar. Bucin, you, drain the purse, Ar!" omar grumbled again, then took off his hat and flicked at his hot face.

"People who never fall in love are forbidden to comment," said Aro while lowering his sunglasses.

Yeah, that's what Aro's been doing for the last year. He stubbornly did not want to listen to Ara's words one hundred percent in the letter the other day. The girl had clearly prohibited Aro from seeing her during her studies in Surabaya. Aro even quietly went back and forth there without Ara's knowledge. Sometimes Bumi and Akash as parents Aro was fooled.

"If Ara finds out, she'll be mad, Ar!" omar Gerram. I swear, yes, it's only seven o'clock in the morning but the heat is inevitable.

"Let's not be my favorite, I know. If he finds out, you must be the culprit."

Aro then close the jacket, straighten the body and fix the location of the hat used. Look at that, the cute and pleasant-looking girl came out of the house that Aro scanned earlier.

Yes, Ara. The girl with the black robe and the nude pink hijab walked gracefully through a book with a black backpack on her back. How can Aro patiently wait three years, while Ara more and more days make it charming.

"Yep, back." Aro turned back after being satisfied to look at Ara who had also disappeared from sight.

"In addition to your bego is also crazy, we're just here to see the Upil out of contract. Keep coming back. What if your money is to the orphans. More useful it is," Omar said.

"Let me be my business. You know enough of my ugliness." Aro smiled faintly then stepped up. "Buruan, I'm hungry!"

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Attar sider story

"When Bu Aminah is good, sir. Why didn't you just stop at that time?" Attar spoke while taking off his watch.

The two men had just arrived at Mr. Darya's house after attending a wedding reception for the daughter of Ms. Maryam, Mr. Darya's neighbor while living in Jakarta.

"If I'm not worthy to pursue your son?" canda Attar while rolling up the sleeves of the jacket. He wanted to wudhu for the Ashar prayer whose time was almost up.

"The son of the Father who knows himself, yes. Could-can sell expensive," regretted Mr. Darya.

"Orin, right, Father's daisy. He is very valuable to you as well as to me," said Attar and then immediately went into the bathroom for ablution.

Finished ablution, Attar salat in a small room that serves as a musola in the house. For two years he came here like a thief. Arrived when Orin was taking pictures outside and left if the girl returned home.

"Sir Attar, where are you going to stay?" ask Mr. Darya who knows it is already beside Attar.

"At home, sir." Attar took off the peci and put it on the table there. "Oh, yes. Orin usually comes home at what time?" ask the man later.

"Before magrib usually. You always emphasize that he is home before dark," explained Mr. Darya.

"Thank God, there are more and more customers, sir?" Attar smiled broadly. He had longed to see Ori in his hijab.

"God is good to us."

"That's because Father and Orin are good too."

The two then both laughed, but shortly because after that there was a sound of greeting following Orin's call to Mr. Darya.

"Bod, where is Father? Orin bring something, nih!"

"Sir, how, this?" Attar's confused.

"Get out this way, yeah. Can, right?" Mr. Darya opened the window that was there.

Attar nodded, although it was a little difficult when his tall body came out of the window he still managed to do so. Although when he regained consciousness after running up to the mouth of the alley, his watch and shoes were left at Mr. Darya's house.

"Astaghfirullah, jack. Love is this complicated, Dek," Attar murmured, laughing at himself.