I'm Not an Old Virgin

Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 5.3)

When they got to their room, they were surrounded by other friends. They were asked all sorts of questions that strangely sounded funny and not awkward at all. Ai , Asri, and Mega patiently serve all their curiosity until they are completely satisfied.

Besides that Sari had no friends at all beside her. Ever since the quarrel, the other friends looked at Sari with a bad impression and consciously kept their distance from her. It was not only because he was too greedy but it was also because From the good name of the room they ended up smudging on the first day!

Isn't their luck bad?

But Sari didn't care. He took the food from inside the cupboard and ate it casually as if telling them all that he did not need them all.

This was definitely not a good attitude until their impact on Sari got worse.

Ai let out a long breath not caring. He was sitting in his bed going to rest because soon the lights would be extinguished at 10 p.m. But before going to bed he took the vitamins first and unpacked his backpack looking for something.

The closet does not fit all the items he carries so he let his backpack for a while beside the bed and has not moved it into a safer suitcase.

"Astagfirullah.why isn't that picture here?" Ai was terrified when she saw her childhood photo with Ustad Vano disappear.

Though he sure put it in the deepest part of the bag this morning.

"I'm sure I put it here." Ai was very confident in her memory.

If Ustad Vano alone could not be forgotten after 12 years of not meeting then, then even the valuables concerning Ustad Vano would never be forgotten because this was very valuable.

This is the only memory Ustad Vano has left in his life except for the feeling and Ai does not want to lose the photo.

"Oh my God, did Ustad Vano pick it up when I confiscated my backpack this afternoon? Then..if he took it then didn't Ustad Vano recognize me?" He really did not dare to think about it!

He did not want Ustad Vano to recognize him but at the same time Ai was also very eager. She was confused as to what she should do at the moment or did she actually forget to put the photo into her bag?

"What's up, Ai? Did you lose something?" Asri who was cleaning her bed suddenly sidetracked when she saw Ai's panicked face.

Ai shook her head unwilling to tell Asri of her worries. He did not want to reveal that he was a childhood friend of Ustad Vano just yet. He doesn't want to defame Ustad Vano here.

"I just forgot to put my family photos." Said lying.

Asri comes to sit at the side wanting to help but is soon stopped by Ai.

"Have you been looking for it"

"I seem to leave that stuff at home. Well, tomorrow I'll call Mom and Dad to tell you so you don't have to worry." Ai hurriedly closed back her bag.

He then placed the bag next to the head of the bed.

"Well, I'll accompany you tomorrow to ask permission from the boarding school staff once we finish the sentence." Ah, remembering the punishment tomorrow Asri's heart suddenly became upset.

Had Sari not made trouble maybe they wouldn't be stranded in the rice fields tomorrow.

"Thank you, Asri." Ai tried to smile thinly.

Asri nodded lightly before returning to her bed to sleep. Meanwhile Ai tried to calm her heart's anxiety. He touched his flat chest once again, feeling a sweet thump mixed with panic that increasingly disturbed Ai's calm.

"Sleep is the best medicine." His whisper had no other way.

However, when he was about to lay down his body on the bed Ai suddenly saw a small, light green piece of paper inside the small bag of his bag.

It's small, inconspicuous looking and stealing attention. Ai held it, unfolded the light green paper and saw a bald Arabic script that was no stranger to her because Dad always taught her to write and read the bald Arabic script when there was free time.

It says there,

أوه ، أيشي حميرة.

Oh, Aishi Humaira.

Dugs

Dugs

Dugs

Ai's heart immediately beat fast. He held onto the light green paper with all sorts of frightening thoughts.

"This isn't Dad's writing.." He's pretty sure, this isn't Dad's writing.

This writing is beautiful but shows a resolute side that vibrates the soul. Ai couldn't help but stroke the writing carefully.

This was his name, there was someone who called him his name.

"Hem.." Overwhelmed by a sense of mistrust and hope, Ai smelled a fragrance that very often entered her nasal cavity today.

"Ustad Vano.. could this be you?" His whisper was hopeful.

His two eyes even reddened and brought out warm ripples inside.

O Ustad, have you recognized me?

Have you recognized me, Ustad?

This call, this beautiful writing, and the fragrance embedded on the surface of this light green thin paper?

O Ustad...

He suddenly thought of a possibility trapping his heart in a thrilling unease.

Could it be you who took the photo of our memories first?

Seriate.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, sorry I can not keep my promise. For now, I can write two chapters. Inshaa Allah if there is free time I will update many 🍁

Thank you for all the prayers. Prayer is the best gift the world has ever seen because it is with prayer that we seduce the Creator. Once again I thank him for his prayers and I pray that those prayers are also for all of you. Aamiin Allahumma Aamin.

Btw, this is Ai's first day at the boarding house and is quite long. Hem..may be boring so I hope the reader understands my shortcomings in writing.

The continuation?