Love Flips At The End of the Season

SURPRISE FOR FATIM 3

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Abbas's House ....

Let's just wait, son. Only your brother has the right to deliver it instead of umi." Mary laid out her son with a smile.

Abas could only sigh as an expression of his feelings that were upset because he was curious, and at this time he felt very worried if the father asked him to get engaged, while he liked other girls.

For almost an hour Abas and his mother waited for the coming of Mercy. And finally what was expected came.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" Grace saluted at the door of her house.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," replied Abas and Maryam simultaneously.

"Sorry if you wait for his ashes long, because in the mosque there are still guests." Abas removed his sandals and placed them on the shelf.

"Alhamdulillah," Grace placed her body in a bamboo teak-patterned chair, simple yet elegant.

"Will Abi eat first?" Maryam offered her husband.

"No need, Umi. We'll eat it together with the other lodge children, they'll have a disaster later in the day."Grace takes off the pecans. Her hair began to turn white.

Abas who had been silent just now opened his voice.

"Hmm Abi, what's the matter that's calling Abas to come home, seems like it's urgent?" asked Abas curiously.

"You're right, this is very important. This matter concerns your school and your future." Grace fixed her sitting position facing Abas now.

Abas looks very quiet now, as does his mother, Maryam. Both parents were worried that Abas would suddenly refuse or cancel all his school plans to Al Azhar.

"Look, Bas. One week ago, Abi received a letter from Al Azhar, the school you've been wanting to go to for a long time. It's about your scholarship. Thank God you accept that there are only conditions." Grace shut up for a moment.

"Alhamdulillah," said Abas seemed happy and confused. On what conditions he must meet.

"What's the signal, Bi?" Maryam began to kepo, of course, whose name is a woman who is very curious about everything, especially this concerns the life of her child or husband.

"Hmm yeah, what's the condition, Bi. How I got so excited." Abas tried as calmly as possible so that his worries were not apparent.

"The condition is enough to make abi feel worried and unsettled." Grace smiled faintly at her son.

Abas and uminya, Maryam. The two just look at each other. They do not want to denounce the words of Grace that are interrupted.

"You can't get married until your education is over." Grace seemed to catch her breath.

"What's that, Bi?" Mary looks upset too.

Unlike Abas, he was happy. In his heart he was grateful because he would avoid a sacred bond with people he did not know let alone love.

"So how, Bi?" Mary looks worried too. They wanted to immediately bind Abas and Fatim in a sacred bond so that there was no possibility of either of them falling in love with someone else.

"Well, we can only do it before Abas leaves later." Grace looks less excited.

*Umi and Abi why it looks like I really want to get married, how impatient they want to hold a grandchild, I just go to college not yet have time to be a father?*

Abas silently smiled, wishing that this was his prayer that God had promised so that he could match Fatim, the girl he liked. Not the girl of his parents' choice.

"What do you think, Bas?"

"Ehm ..mmm if Abas is up to umi and abi only," Abas said with a smile. At this time the great shadow of Fatim flashed on his head, which made him have to quickly take a stand.

"You're istiqfar why?" Grace was astonished to see her son.

"It's nothing, Bi." Abas was embarrassed because he was caught fantasizing about another girl who became a mooring of his heart.

"When will Abas leave, Bi?" abbas asked his father.

"About two or three months. Why?" Grace knitted her brows in response to her son's question. He felt astonished, since being in Jakarta Abas seemed to turn more cheerful.

"Mi, yuk get ready. We're hanging out with the kids." Grace rose from her seat to change clothes and sarongs.

"You too, Bas. How to know later can no longer eat with our cottage children because they have to go back to Jakarta and prepare to go to Al Azhar." Rahmat invited Abas to participate.

"Yes, Bi. Inshaa Allah." Abas also went into the room to change his clothes. Arriving at the room he checked his cell phone in case there was a message from Fatim.

"Well, the deck of Fatim did not reply to my message, just read it" Abas murmured to himself.

Abas put his postel back on the nightstand. He soon returned after changing clothes to eat with the children of the cottage.

"Bas, are you coming?" greet Maryam to her son.

"Yes, Umi. It's ready." Abas immediately came out of his room. He walked over to his mother who was waiting outside.

"Abi, where?" ask Abas who did not meet his father when he was outside.

"Abi already, Hanafi and the others have come here, asking him to read the do'a." Mary explained to her son.

They also went to the hall, where Liwetan was held. Smbil walks Abas to talk to his mother.

"Umi, can Abas ask you something?"

"Hmm may, if you can answer it will answer me." Mary smiled at her son.

"It's about that matchmaking, Umi." Abas glanced at his mother.

"Hmm no, Mi. Just want to know, what kind of girl Umi and abi chose for me." Abas began to investigate.

"Obviously she is sweet, beautiful, smart, and God willing to pray as well. But he does not understand religion deeply, so it is your duty to guide him later." Mary explains.

Abas was silent, he was confused how to be honest to the ummah about the girl he liked, would they be disappointed and angry if he refused this matchmaking.

*If I had a brother, maybe I could avoid this matchmaking but I'm my only child, and that's impossible. Forgive me, O Allah. Not that I don't mean to rejoice in your favor.*

Abas rubbed his rough face which made Maryam suspicious.

*Don't my son really love other girls, if this is true what about Nadya and Fatim? Ahhh I can't imagine it. Even though I knew Nadya was a generous woman.*

The mother and son dissolved in each other's thoughts. It did not feel that now they had entered the hall, the pickle had started as well. It appears in front there Hanafi is giving a cult before eating together.

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Featured SMA ....

Today Fatim is less concerned about following lessons, his mind only focuses on one thing that is sister Pop, his best friend and childhood love. This certainly makes his best friend feel very confused.

"Fren Loe, what the hell is he thinking? I think you've been restless since." Yati sipped sweet iced tea.

"Gue ehmm is not ordinary." Fatim tried to cover up his anxiety.

"Loe didn't have to lie to me, we've been together for almost a year now, and I've been very familiar with everything about loe, gesture loe, the pokonya all about loe. Just one that I don't know yet, loe's house. I'm gonna go play someplace loe." Yati smiled as she raised her eyebrows.

"If my rumag problem, it's loe wrong. I always ask you to always refuse." Fatim sneered in front of his best friend.

"Yes-yes I'm wrong, but tomorrow-tomorrow if you invite me to come." Yati put on her innocent face.

"Udah yuk we're back, just a moment ago bell in the last hour." Fatim invites YATI to go back to class. But when going to pay to the cafeteria they both met with Gladis CS.

"Hey-hey look who we met this time." Shouted Gladis while grinning full of sneers.

"Wauu loe's right, Dis. It's been a long time since we've dealt with these two masseuses, who are starting to be cute and pretentious. To the extent that the cool and handsome guy who just entered it also wants him to embrace," cerocos Risks Gladis' thick friend.

"I think these two guys miss playing with us." Adel chimed in.

The three laughed while glazed over their waist.

"Here you go, are you still not called to the school board, huh." Fatim answered no less sinisterly.

"Auwww akiuuu(me) kafarttt." Gladis displayed a feigned expression of fear which was followed by the laughter of his three sahabt.

"What will you do, I'm not afraid!" Gladis pulled the Fatim hijab to make the girl forced to come up.

"Please let go before I get really mad!" Fatim was still trying to be patient even though Gladis' pull made his hair hurt.

"Loe doesn't pantes wear a rotten cloth lid like this." Riska wants to pull Fatim's hijab with the aim of wanting to throw it away.

But not until his hand reached for the headscarf he wanted to throw away, Fatim had already blocked his hand very strongly. Likewise with Gladis hand he has been squeezed with all his strength that makes hold it on the lasban Fatim regardless.

Yati was already hiding next to the cashier's desk. No one dared to break this. They were all unwilling to deal with Gladis, the headmaster's son.

"Loe's brave with me, huh. Just wait I'll make you and cut it out of this Feature." Gladis cursed because his hands were very sick due to being crushed by Fatim.

"Gue's not afraid, we'll see who gets out of this school. Not only the three of you but also your father will also come out of this school." Fatim looked even more furious. His patience all this time was enough for Gladis and his friends.

"Ha .. ha .. Don't know who you are debating with now, we are the children of the school's donors, and remember no one can get us out of this school because no one wants this school to go bankrupt." Shinta who had been silent had spoken.

"Well, we'll see who's coming out, us or you. And one thing you need to remember. It's not me who asked for this but you guys, and this Superior High School doesn't need donors to always lick around to get famous. We'll see that you're not always at the top, once in a while you have to try what it's like downstairs." Fatim sneered at the five people who had completely exhausted his patience.

"You!" Riska swung her banner to cross-section Fatim but the opposite happened.

"Plakkk!"

Fatim's five fingers were stuck warmly on Riska's cheeks. Feeling his friend being persecuted Gladis was about to avenge him.

"Plakkk!

Fatim's warm hand also landed smoothly on Galdis's cheek which made the corner of his lips bleed.

"Someone wants to?" All are silent. The entire canteen stared in amazement at Fatim. For years no one dared to do so, they all hoped Fatim would always be there and be safe to defend the weak like them.

"No one else wants to?" Fatim repeated his question.

"We're pulling, Yati. And for the five of you to see you on the school board." Fatim passed by holding the hand of his friend who was pale from fear. Both of them walked to class. For a moment Fatim's memory of Abas was ignored.

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