Gharib Love

Introvert

A word that is not only tempting, but spread, stab, anesthetize everything in the body alone. Who would have thought love grew according to expectations or not.

The village girl named Aini who is turning 19 years old is turbulent in romance, she is very eager to have a lover. Looking for a place where he can lean, complain and share stories with each other.

Aini is notoriously quiet, so many people believe that she is a girl who plants good manners and not many mouths, but she is also often surprised about it; it doesn't seem to fit what's on him. To do anything feels less plump, still looking left and right; like a thief who is very afraid of his mission is known.

A quiet person does not mean no place to tell stories here and there, precisely a quiet person actually wants to tell a lot to someone else, but he does not know even confused who to tell with.

Either too comfortable with yourself or no longer even believe in others, but Aini is also a very ambiguous person; who suddenly feel very needy back up and often feel better themselves.

In the second where he felt the sense of a turbulent return, step by step he drove; always venturing in search of love that is truly love. Many tricks have hit his spirit, many tricks that pierced the recesses of his heart. So that he set and keep doing it always.

"I don't think this face is so ugly, not so black, let alone dirty. A tall slim body like this is it inappropriate for anyone?" Aini asked on a duplicate of herself in front of a flat mirror.

"Hmmmmmmm," a huge breath came out.

"Hop, stop!" Not knowing why he suddenly firmly said that.

"The person loves not to see the physical, the physical is important. But isn't intelligence more important? don't I have a lot of achievements, why can I be pessimistic?" With a smile that followed the duplicate earlier, then he stepped into the most comfortable place to break down his tired body.

Before the eyes closed, there was a short film plastered under the hair of his front head. It was obvious how happy he would be if he had one day plucked the blooming love flower. Unrelenting intimacy, from opening your eyes to closing your eyes again. Conveying each other's stories is also the sweetest appeal with loved ones.

Seen, Aini was being misbehaved just because of the transparent film that was displayed by the mind. It turns out that the heart goes along to witness the beauty of the story.

"Ah shit!"

"It's just an illusion. If it were to be real. When and with whom?"

Aini's curiosity gnawed at her mind.

Movies of intimacy just pass by, leaving behind a trace of the story, to poison the brain to travel further and again. However, the eyeball is no longer able to see the world in front of him.

As soon as Aini could perform the ritual before the eyelids completely closed, the hands began to look up;

"Bismilahbornrahmanirrahim, bismikallahumma ahya wabismika amuut," his palm rubbed his beautiful face.

Heartbeats sounded irregular, breathing the air sounded snoring. The night air was indeed so cold, while Aini was not strong enough to hold the eyelids that were about to close themselves. Finally he tried to stretch out his hand from every corner of his bed, fumbling for a blanket to warm his body.

Second by second, his blanket was reached by him; no longer waiting for the uncertain. He immediately waved the blanket until it fell all over his body.

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The day began to change with the atmosphere of the chicken who screamed so loud in the morning blind, the hand rubbed the eyes like a code to immediately open the petals.

The body half woke up on the most comfortable bed, was busy collecting lives that were scattered shaken body around the bed room.

His mouth develops without a bow, hands up like deflecting a volleyball that will pass over the head. After that his entire body was awakened already, life signs began to gather all. Kakipun moved in a step, which direction would he go? well, the bathroom is the main purpose. Before the pace advanced, he grabbed a towel behind the door and grabbed another toilet.

"Kreeeeeek," the door to the room began to open slowly.

"Eeeeeeeeeeem," apparently there are still remnants of life that just want to gather.

Kakipun continued to step and step, arriving already in front of the bathroom door.

"Not taking a shower?" in Aini's heart muttered.

"aaaaaaaah cold. Shower is not!"

In the end in the bathroom just wash his face full of oil with soap, then do not forget he cleaned his glory with holy water purify and wash to all members of the wudlu.

After the morning ritual in the bathroom,

Aini went straight to the small musholla that was available in her house. Mukenah was used to cover his entire body, except for his palms and beautiful face.

The face that was still wet with water was prostrating to release the inner thirst in front of the Supreme Eliminating Thirst.

When the head has turned to the right and to the left the sign of dialogue with Allah SWT has been silenced. Aini also ended it with Surat Al-Fatihah for her parents, her teachers, people who had been good with her and did not forget for herself.

From behind the windows of the musholah in the house, emits sunlight from its definite origin. Morning smiles so beautiful, makes the body churn to enjoy.

Aini when you want to wake up in the morning is a pride for his parents. Although the building does not help homework, because rarely does he wake up by himself, if he wakes up bad luck must be a word thrown by his father and mother like this, he said,

"Virgin child at this hour has not woken up, if tomorrow-tomorrow join in-laws want to be what? the one who was even scolded continued the same in-laws. Cepetan awake!"

This is what Aini often hears when she does not wake up in the morning. But when the words of the two parents were thrown, instead of Aini immediately rose from her bed; uh instead she turned back down. Because Aini is the type of person if asked not even spirit, but even plus-plus malasasnya. Moreover....

Yes, if it is the intention of the heart to do A, uh suddenly someone told to do what he had intended.

"Are you like that too?"

This introvert somehow early in the morning has begun to actively interact with nature, after what dream is he?

"Huuuuuuuuuu," Aini's breath Helaan was enjoying the morning atmosphere.

"The sun oh the sun," His eyes facing the eastern horizon while eye sports he did with great pleasure.

Occasionally inhale fresh air and throw away the rest with a gust.

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