Hugging Lover in Prayer

Failed to focus

Meeting Father and Mother, Salwa was very happy. Even to drive Salwa Randy can not, because of busy work. He simply tipped his regards and transferred some money to Father and Mother-in-law.

Initially, Randy intends to send the assistant to drive Salwa, but the woman refuses. Long time no return to the village by bus, he misses the atmosphere like that.

Armed with a medium-sized suitcase, Salwa has told his parents. Hanif was sent to pick up the brother at the stop. Just entering the village's main road, the bus Salwa was riding on broke down, right on a large bridge. The universe again tested the patience of a Salwa, bringing himself to a small shop near the bridge, the rain so fiercely greeted the earth"Akh!! as if I forgot the weather forecast on my phone, I should have brought an umbrella!" muttered. Passengers coming out of the bus went back into the bus. Quite a distance from the striking bus, Salwa waited in front of the stall with a suitcase beside her, instead of running in the rain towards the bus. The cool air in the beautiful village instantly grew colder, slowly making the small body shiver. Hugging herself, Salwa tried to calm her trembling body.

An umbrella stretched out before Salwa.

"Eh! this umbrella!!" exclaim the heart.

This woman raised her gaze, for the sake of seeing the figure holding out the umbrella to her.

A tall strapping man with jet-black hair. A sharp nose, a firm jaw line, and has a mole under his eyes. For a moment to see, Salwa recalled the figure who had also given the umbrella to him. At that time the umbrella provider wore a black mask, and wore glasses.

"Yes, look in the same eye. Is he the same person?" salwa asked in her heart.

"Ahmad Real Estate" Salwa muttered but only inwardly. Who doesn't know about this company. A development company in various projects. Such as offices, housing, shopping centers, golf courses, restaurants and even recreational places.

Seeing Salwa looking at the name of the company Grandpa listed on the umbrella, Arjuna immediately spoke"It seems Miss wants to go back to the bus. Just wear this umbrella."

Ah yeah!. Salwa must immediately return to the bus, so that when the bus can operate again he is not left behind.

"Do you not need an umbrella?."

Bizarre"Not. I just came here to buy this drinking water, and then I went back to my car" showing the mineral water in his hand.

"Which car are you?."

Arjuna pointed at a black car, which was parked at the end of the shop.

"Before I borrow this umbrella, may I take you to the car?."

"Huh?."

Arjuna's surprised reaction made Salwa sound immediately"Sorry does not mean anything. Look, if you want to get back in the car at least you should get rained."

Oh, Arjuna understands. Salwa wants to repay kindness with kindness.

Arjuna was holding an umbrella with Salwa beside him. If they are in a halal bond, it would be better if Arjuna embraces the shoulders of the woman so that they are not bored. Not like now, he must be willing to wet his left shoulder to keep Salwa to avoid the rain.

"Who's your name?." Asking after driving Arjuna into the car.

"Miss, people have gotten into all the buses."

Arjuna's words made Salwa panic"Oh!!. Then I borrow the umbrella."

"Take it. I have a lot of them at home."

Staring at Arjuna for a few seconds, this woman immediately woke up because Arjuna said"Miss will miss the bus."

Salwa walked slowly in the rain after thanking the unknown young man. After being back on the bus, Salwa only realized one thing.

"Kok he know I'm off this bus?. Didn't I go to the shop and stay there long enough. Then has he been watching me for a long time?."

In the midst of a guessing thought, the cellphone in the small bag greeting rang. The husband is calling himself.

"Assalamualaikum Mas."

"Vaalaikumsalam. You've reached Father and Mother's house, sweetie?."

Again apologizing in a soft voice, Salwa always apologized to him.

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^^^Not all longing can be completed by meeting, because that is why prayer is created.^^^

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Knowing that love does not clap one hand, indeed a regret is eating away at the recesses of the soul. Because only ordinary humans, initially Yasmine was so sincere in accepting Yahya. But until now the man had not managed to get into his heart. Moreover, it has been a few days Yahya can not be contacted, so said the father.

"His parents are looking for him." Dad said again, when he contacted Yasmine.

The confidence began to waver, the fear of betrayal also stopped in them. In the near future Yasmine will finish her school, as will Yahya. The difference in age of almost 4 years is indeed very pronounced, from the attitude of Yahya who matures and patiently faces Yasmine who is irritable to talk. At the previous meeting, Yahya seemed so happy to tell a lot of stories with Yasmine. About his college, also about the new family business in his gelutinya.

Only Yahya told a lot of stories, while Yasmine as a loyal listener. While parting ways, Yahya was about to kiss the girl's forehead, but soon Yasmine established a distance between them.

"It is not yet halal" he said.

Seeming to take a breath, Yahya finally smiled back, understanding how much Yasmine looked after herself.

"I'm sorry Mas" Yasmine felt bad, because not once did she refuse physical contact between them.

"No pa-pa. Instead I'm very proud, will have a godly wife like you."

Supposedly, when the future husband says such a thing, at least the girl's heart will feel trembling. Unfortunately, this did not happen to Yasmine. In view of the look, Yahya is a handsome young man. Although still in college but he has joined the family business, of course in order to provide a decent life for his wife. From the results of his own hard work, no longer just ask the parents as they have been.

"My heart was like numbness, very different from just hearing that person's voice" Yasmine said inwardly, as she looked at Enda's face.

"Astaghfiullah!!" this girl patted both cheeks. This girl was awakened from a past tour, the last time she met Yahya. Akhs! it's about Yahya, why do you think Enda's face!!!.

"Hey!! Yasmine's sister why?" reprimand a santriwati.

"No. Just daydreaming."

"Kok daydreaming, Kyai Bahi is reading a book."

"I don't hear it" said Yasmine again, this girl reopened Al-Muawwanah's treatise.

"Oh yeah?. Then how many pages are we on?" as if to reply to Yasmine who often disciplined them, this santriwati smiled mischievously, and the santriwati around them compactly placed the book on the chest, so that Yasmine did not see the page they were opening.

Yasmine got the stone, so early this morning she was caught not focusing while studying.

"Hemm, sorry. Big Brother was having a lot of thoughts" Yasmine finally admitted to the carelessness.

Yasmine's parched face made them chuckle. Sontak Ustadzah Kholifah asked them to calm down again.

"Shuttt!!. Continue learning. Yasmine go to page 15."

"Syukron Ustadzah."

To be continued...

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