Elegi Love Nayla

Chapters. 3

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"Don't go!" pinta Nayla with her voice heard softly. But it was heard by Zidan, so that the handsome young man stopped the swing of his legs without turning his head in the direction of the owner of the voice.

"Do you have the heart to leave me here, Mom? Aren't you worried that there's a striped-nose guy bothering me again?"

The mellow sound played by Nayla forced Zidan to rotate her body to face Nayla.

Zidan scooped up the air deeply, then exhaled it slowly. He put on a thin smile before he replied to Nayla.

"Mr Nayla has nothing to worry about. My Uncle and Aunt will take Sister Nayla home. Insha Allah Mbak Nayla will be safer and more comfortable if you are on the side of both parents Mbak Nayla," said Zidan. Of course by looking down.

"So I told you, I don't want to go home, because I don't want to be fooled. Actually, Mas Zidan pretends to forget or is it anemia anyway?" Nayla folded her hands in front of her chest and put on a sad face mixed with annoyance. At a serious moment, he could have spoken the origin and made the sense of hearing of everyone in the place tickled.

Zidan tried to hold back the laughter by poking at his lips when he heard the word 'anemia' which slid without burden from Nayla's lips.

So are Sadam, Safa, Deni, Dude, Dwiki, and Danu. They also try to hold back the laughter by lip smacking.

Honey, because powerless to hold the laughter that almost escaped, accidentally Dwiki exhaled a very fierce poisonous gas.

The sound of poisonous gas being exhaled by Dwiki was deafening and gave off the distinctive scent of pete, thus making everyone who was in that place instantly clamp their noses to each other, except the Dude.

Instead of pinching his nose, Dude inhaled deeply the scent of poisonous gas exhaled by Dwiki, because he loved pete, especially its distinctive aroma.

"Bas based on pete man! If you're throwing gas, stay away at Sonoh!" deni said while sticking Dwiki's head.

"Well, I didn't mean it, Bro! Anyway yes, the gas in the stomach can be detained so that it becomes a disease." Dwiki replied to Deni and changed to stick to his best friend.

"Lu dare to stick me?!" Deni is emotionally disturbed. It gripped the crate of the shirt worn by Dwiki and raised a drawn gaze.

"Yes that. What should I fear from you?"

"Lessly*!" Deni screeched and prepared to reward Dwiki's cheek with a raw bogem.

Zidan did not remain silent. He hurriedly took a step, then stood between Deni and Dwiki to wound the two men who were his students.

"You two are grown up. There should be no need to fuss over trivial things especially until fighting. How can you be a person who is respected by many people if you still act like a child?" Zidan spoke with low intonation. But full of emphasis accompanied by a sharp gaze, so that Deni and Dwiki did not have the courage to argue. Moreover, they remembered the death kick style possessed by Zidan.

It is revealed by them to refute the words of the Master. Most likely, their bodies will be flown with a death kick.

Zidan smiled faintly, then gently patted Deni and Dwiki's shoulders. "Learn patience if you still want to be my student!" he said which was then answered by the nod by the two students.

"Yes, Teacher. We will learn to be patient" Deni and Dwiki said almost simultaneously.

"Gue ama will keep you as our teacher, even though your past is sinful, Master. I will also follow your hijrah. Equally rich' you, I am am also a sinner who wants to turn into a baek. I'm sure, our meeting is no coincidence, but it's been outlined by the Writer of the Scenario."

A series of sincere sentences flowing from Deni's lips made Zidan crisp until his net glazed over.

"Goodbye, Brother." Zidan grabbed Deni's body and gave a short hug.

"Yoye, Brother." Deni pulled both corners of his lips and returned Zidan's embrace.

"From this second on, don't call me 'Teacher'! Because I'm more comfortable if you call me 'Brother'. So that we can be more familiar and not distant."

"But-"

"There's no 'but' if you still want to learn martial arts from me."

"All right, Brother." Deni approved Zidan's words followed by his expanding smile.

"Ehem." Nayla interrupts with a thud to divert the attention of everyone in the place, especially Zidan's attention.

"I swear, it's not good to be stirred," he said, glancing at Zidan.

"Em, sorry." Zidan responded to Nayla's remark and shifted his focus to the clear-nosed girl.

"It's not my intention to ignore Nayla. Better, Mbak Nayla immediately went home and frankly on both parents Mbak Nayla. Tell them that Nayla's mom isn't willing to be betrothed --"

"Ck, I've told you many times. But Papa and Mama are forcing. Like it or not, I have to marry Jordan. They do not believe that the Jordan is actually mafi-a," Nayla said while trimming Zidan's remarks.

"Mafia?" Zidan pulled one of his eyebrows up and glanced at Nayla's face.

"Yes, Mafia. Mafia chicken - -"

"Well, a name as cool as it's just a chicken mafia?" Dude cut Nayla's speech. He who had just listened to the chat Nayla and Zidan was encouraged to ask questions after hearing Nayla's remark stating that Jordan-the man he wanted to be betrothed to was a chicken mafia.

"What mafia do you think?" Instead of answering the question posed by the Dude, Nayla asked back.

"Yes pantesnya mafia dusk-ta sharp, or if not so mafia drug ma-bok. At least let it be a little cool."

"Where is the cool mafia? You know, Dud!" Danu recited Dude's babbling while pinching his best friend's head slowly. But the Dude did not accept it. He then replied by sticking Danu's head.

Zidan who witnessed the behavior of the two students just sighed deeply and shook his head slowly. He was increasingly convinced that age was not a benchmark for one's maturity.

Without ignoring the Dude and Danu who were still clinging to each other and clinging to each other, Zidan glanced at the circular time machine on his wrist that was currently showing at eleven p.m.

"It's eleven o'clock at night, you better get home! If there is free time, visit Uncle Sadam's house," Zidan told his four students-4D (Deni, Dwiki, Danu, and Dude).

"But Master, I want to stay with Master and go wherever Master goes. Kaya' Sun go kong ama his friends who have always been loyal to Monk Tong." Dwiki chimed in on Zidan's words by playing a mellow voice while squeezing his net petals.

Ji-jayyy bin lebay-tujar Nayla in the heart when he heard Dwiki's words that impressed him more.

Zidan turned his back on a smile, then patted Dwiki's shoulder gently, "sorry, for now I can't allow you and the others to come with me, because I was just hitchhiking at Uncle Sadam's and Aunt Safa's house. God willing, if the boarding house I built is standing, you can come and stay with me, Brother."

"What's? So, Mas Zidan ... built a boarding school?" Nayla chimed in on Zidan's words and looked at him with sparkling neutrals.

He was increasingly salute and proud of Zidan so knowing that the handsome young man who successfully made him fall in love was building a boarding school.

"Woahhh, you're really cool. I am more convinced, a Nayla Arunnika is not wrong choosing a future husband. Although you are a former sinner, but you repent and try to improve, Mas. In fact, you proved your sincerity by setting up a boarding school."

"Just like a pretty lady. I'm also salute and proud of you, bro." Deni said Nayla was accompanied by a lip arch and a soft pat anchored on Zidan's shoulder.

"thank you. Pray for me, may Istiqomah and husnul khatimah always come back before Him."

Zidan's words were coveted by Nayla, Deni, and everyone who was in that place.

Even nature and the sky seem to agree by listening to the sound of thunder, followed by drizzling drizzle that falls soaking the earth.

"Rain." Nayla said softly and immediately raised her face, looking at the sky that was increasingly close.

"I beg you, take me with you, Mas. Let me spend the night at Uncle and Aunt's. At least for tonight. Tomorrow morning, take me home to ask Papa and Mama for their blessing, so they can cancel my match with Jordan and allow us to get married" she said.

Zidan was momentarily silent. Very clearly he was thinking.

"Le, we're taking Nak Nayla home. Aunt allowed Nak Nayla to spend the night in our house. Like Nak Nayla said, tomorrow morning we deliver Nak Nayla home to her parents." Safa opened her voice. He spoke with a very soft tone of voice.

Zidan breathed out softly and turned his gaze toward Safa, the aunt whom he had already considered to be his own mother. A woman who has a soft heart and is able to make her aware of the great caliphate and sin she has ever committed.

"Alright, Bi. We're taking Nayla's mom home. But --" Zidan hung his words, making Safa ask in wonder.

"But what, Le?"

"But, for tonight I can't sleep at Uncle and Aunt's."

"Where do you want to sleep?"

"I can sleep in the foyer of the mosque, Bi. Or stay overnight in Kyai Hidayat's dormitory."

Safa pulled both corners of her lips up and poked her pair of neutral petals. "Alright, Le. Don't forget, bring your beloved sarong to sleep comfortably!"

"Yes, Bi." Zidan nodded and published a line of smiles.

"Why, did Mas Zidan not sleep at Uncle and Aunt's house? Why would you want to sleep in a mosque foyer or spend the night in someone else's dormitory?" Nayla chases Zidan with a row of question sentences.

But before Zidan gave an answer, there was a deafening thunderclap sound accompanied by a gust of wind that hit the leaves and toppled the branches of trees.

"Mr Nayla, get in Uncle Sadam's car!" the edict of Zidan that Nayla could not refute.

Nayla nodded slowly. Then he got into the car and sat down next to Safa who had first landed his weight on the back seat.

Meanwhile, Zidan, he prepared to ride his favorite motorcycle after successfully persuading Deni, Dude, Danu, and Dwiki to immediately return to their respective homes.

Zidan proposes his motorcycle under the swift water of the sky that spills over to the earth while glorifying the Most Merciful and reciting prayers. "Subhaanalladzii yusabbihur ro'du bihamdihi wal malaaikatu min khiifatih. Blessed is God, who glorifies Him with lightening and angels for fear of Him

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