Love Flips At The End of the Season

TRANSFERRING SCHOOLS 1

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Cottage ....

After being satisfied with his thoughts, Abas immediately got up and headed for the place of wudu. He began to wash his face with cold water, then his hands, then continued to rub his head, earlobe, and the last leg. His heart and mind felt very calm.

Abaz began to spread his alphabet, he began tahajud prayers in one third of the night. In the evening before morning, he honoured the owner of the soul. Putting all his anxiety and everything he will live, may be barokah for him. For He alone is the best place to complain, not to creatures or anything else.

Finished with the degree of Abas read the Qur'an for a while, then continued to relax. Even though his eyes could no longer be closed. His mind floated far away somewhere, making him appear dreamy in his fall. Eventually, he could close his eyes as well.

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The atmosphere of the cottage has begun to be crowded even though it is just before dawn. This morning they will do a release as a farewell greeting to two of their colleagues who will draw knowledge out of the cottage. This is often done for the preparation of students before leaving for the University they will go to, only this time it feels more special because the children of ustad who will leave.

After dawn prayers all the students had gathered in the field. They will follow mass gymnastics. Abas and Hanafi also appear in the ranks of the santri. This time the sport both seem more excited, because this will be their last sport before leaving for Jakarta.

"Bas! How's preparations? All set?" ask ustad Fajar.

"Thank God, Tad. God willing to leave." Abas smilingly looked at the dawn.

"Don't let you get stained, you should color them instead" said Ustad Fajar.

"That's, Tad?" asked Abas confused.

"That is not to let you be affected by the lives and habits of children outside the cottage. As much as you can give them an example, thankfully you can change the mindset of the slang children towards a better one. So that it can be more Islamic both in terms of clothing and morality." Ustad Fajar patted Abas on the shoulder.

"Inshaa Allah, Tad. Just pray that we can remain Istiqamah, aamiin Allahumma aamiin." Abas smilingly looked at the dawn.

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The santri release event has finished now Abas and Hanafi are preparing to depart.

Although he knew his son was only going to Jakarta for one year, still the name of the parents felt worried, especially women. Since the dawn of dawn Maryam has been busy preparing provisions to be brought by her son, Abas and also her friend, Hanafi.

"Darling, when it's up to do not forget to tell your earth, do not forget every want to go out of your jacket house in wear, your vitamins in drink yes, do not forget, and do not forget to always eat healthy and nutritious foods such as vegetables and fruit," said Maryam while tidying up the innate Abas.

"Yes, Umi. Inshaa Allah, thank you very much. Umi need not worry too much, Abas is only to Jakarta. At any time you can still meet Umi and Abi. God willing, Abaz will always remember the counsel of Umi and Abi." Abas hugs the friendly Maryam.

"Haduhhh, my lover, your Abi. Play hug. Umi belongs only to one abi," Grace suddenly enters and marks her two loved ones.

"Dhhh, Abi. Let Abas hug umi dong for a while, you will not be able to hug umi for a long time" Abas said by sticking his head on the mother's shoulder.

"Yes, can. But only Umi you hug, what about this abi you?" Grace pretended to throw away her gaze.

"Ihhh it turns out Abi can be more also yes, ha .. ha ...." Abas laughed with his mother. In his heart he wanted to stay with his parents, but he realized that what he was doing now was for the happiness of both.

"All right, now it's time. Hugged the woman who became your first love as much as possible, abi will just wait outside." Grace leaves the mother and son back in mourning.

Actually Grace also feels sad but men are neater in terms of storing feelings.

After saying goodbye, the car carrying Abas and Hanif started moving. Hundreds of residents of the cottage let go of them. The hand lamb becomes so rhythmic when we take off someone who means something to us.

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Argos ... Fatim Residence ....

Since dawn Fatim no longer sleeps, he tries to start his old routine of jogging. With Muslim sportswear, he started out of the house to run around the elite housing complex he lived in. At first he just ran around worried little organ his body was surprised by his activity. After feeling safe, he just ran faster.

The sport that Fatim lived for almost half an hour, now he has walked to his home. The plan today he wants to go back to school, although it has not been allowed by Nadya to bring the bike as usual.

Arrive at home ....

"Assalamu'alaikum, Maaaaaa! I'm home!" Fatim immediately took off his shoes and walked towards the dining room. He is very familiar with this hour Nadya will hang out where.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied all who were in the dining room.

"Darling! Change clothes first dong! Acemm smells all sweat" said Nadya, who sniffed her daughter's shirt while covering her nose, though she knew her daughter was very fragrant in fact.

"Yes-yes, Fatim change clothes first but wait!" Fatim quickly picked up a piece of bread and led him running towards the room.

"Darling! Don't dong that. You can not eat while walking what else run," cried Nadya to her daughter.

"Yes, fahamm. Not yet eaten, this will fit until the new room is executed," cried Fatim no less loud than his mother.

Nadya could only shake her head, whereas the others only held back a smile. They loved Fatim very much. Ten minutes later, the girl was down with a t-shirt and green hello kitty-patterned sleeping pants. He immediately sat down beside his beloved bi Ijah.

"Bi, can you sit here?" He pulled up his chair and began to sit down, though the person asked did not answer.

Bi Ijah just nodded and smiled, then immediately took the plate and gave it to Fatim.

"Non Fatim want which food? Let auntie get it!" haggard gentler.

"Not to be spoiled in Fatim, Bi. Let Fatim take it himself. Later it becomes a habit and Fatim becomes lazy," replied Fatim while plucking the food he likes for breakfast this morning.

"Darling! You're going to school today, right?" Nadya looked at her daughter while feeding her food.

"Inshaa Allah so, Ma. But said mom can not eat while talking later so we shut up first huh! Let this food we enjoy carefully," said Fatim with a smile.

"Yes, my mom is sorry" Nadya said with a smile. The atmosphere instantly became silent which sounded only the spoon and fork that met the plate.

The breakfast was over now Fatim had taken a bath and used his school uniform. There is a longing for him when he re-wears his favorite uniform, well almost a month the uniform he left.

Done in clothes, Fatim seemed to call someone. Who else if not his dear friend.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Fren!" Fatim started his calling.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, Fatimmmmmm!" yati shouted the deafening Yati.

Fatim quickly kept his phone away from the ears, unable to bear the jarring Yati voice. If left unchecked, it can break the eardrum.

*Astagfirullah haladzim nih son, can be damaged my ears.*

After it was safe, Fatim continued to speak." You're not in school?" ask Fatim to his friend.

"School, dung! You?!" silence waiting for answers.

"I inshaa Allah, school!" fatim replied smiling even though Yati could not see his smile.

"Alhamdulillah, finallyaaaaaaa!" yati shouted again.

"What finally?!" Fatim pretended to be confused.

*God, very honest son.*

Fatim smiled to himself at the reason of his best friend, and the honesty of his best friend was the pride of Fatim.

"Okay, get ready! I'll pick you up soon" said Fatim with a smile.

"Ready, Boss!" Yati saluted even though Fatim could not see it. The call ended with a greeting and kissed each other from behind the phone.

There is a sense of happiness when we can enjoy the day, what else with loved ones. Like Fatim and Yati, their friendship is like a cocoon that turns a caterpillar into a butterfly.(Whose song is it, ayooo! Wkwkw)

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Meanwhile, a car with a condition of the load has entered the city of Jakarta, the passengers are two handsome young men who seem to sit quietly.

"Pig! Did we get to the house we were going to live in?" abas asked, looking at the grace that was driving.

"Yes, we'll be here soon. At least ten minutes more," explained Grace.

Abas and Hanafi were silent again, waiting with an erratic heartbeat, because they would become new students at Superior High School.

"Well, we've arrived." Grace starts to pull over her car and stops right in a minimalist house with an elegant decor.

"Well, Bi. This is not a kos-kosan atuh, but really a house," Hanafi who just remained silent joined the sound.

Abas and Rahmat, of course, smiled with the comment that Hanafi said.

"You're right, Han. This is a house not empty. And you're gonna stay here for the next year." Grace explained.

"Now let's bring your things inside, let's not be late. The new period of the first day is too late" said Grace again.

The three immediately went down and moved the two innards inside.

"Now you change uniforms first, we leave immediately, the problem of his goods later will be someone help abi tidy it up." Grace asked the two to hurry.

"Say we'll only be here for one year, what class will we be in?" asked Abas bangtung.

"You will enter the third grade, according to your age," said Grace.

"Not from first grade, Bi?" ask Abas again.

"No, Bas. You used to ask to drop off class time in SD because Loli, now he is lost somewhere, so you enter the class as you should," said Graceful full of emphasis.

"Yes, Bi," Abas answered briefly. There was a sense of sadness when her ashes mentioned Loli's name, somewhere she was now.

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