Love In Pesantren's

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Sofia who was in the video call with her friends was made unsettled because the gate sounded open. After ending her call, Sofia quickly opened the door.

It turned out that Farrel who had put on his flat face waltzed in without a stale base.

Sofia followed him and picked up one by one the items that Farrel had worn that were opened just by walking.

Starting from shoes, socks, jackets, shirts, buckles all he opens while walking.

Hadeuuuh why not the same with all the Rails.

Sofia picked it up and kept it in its place.

"Would you like a shower?"

The usual question from Sofia even made Farrel look sharply.

"I took a shower."

Hah where?

"I took a shower at the hotel."

Whahuh?

"Why aren't you going to the hotel?"

Even the author who is itching.

Sofia shook her head and smiled, as soon as she walked out of the room into the kitchen.

Farrel was stupefied by it, he did not stop thinking. That's not the answer he wants. She wanted Sofia to be hurt and cry but what is this?

Moments later, when Farrel has finished changing into his clothes, Sofia follows him to the kitchen.

"I'm hungry."

Sofia smiled.

"I'm cooking this, I hope you like it."

Sofia opens the hood of saji and looks over there, fried chicken all thighs.

"What's this?"

Farrel looks at Sofia's cuisine.

"Fried chicken, said Uwa (mother of Ustadz Ahmad) is your favorite food."

It turns out that Farrel looks like an animated character who likes fried chicken hihi, the bald twins are loooh.

Then Sofia, take the rice to Farrel's plate.

But Farrel got up and turned on the stove and cooked instant noodles.

A little pain Sofia felt.

"Why even cook noodles?"

I have no power not to ask apparently.

"I don't like your cooking."

Farrel Sinis.

"You haven't tried."

"Hey listen to you !! I will never like what you do or what you do. You understand !!"

The sad tinge reappeared.

What Sofia did now was just looking at her cooking.

Next time don't masakin Sof.

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Tonight, after the prayer, Sofia lay down on her bed, seen by her on the bed, while Farrel was playing his phone.

This has been a few times they have roomed but different mattresses.

Sometimes Sofia looked at the busy looking Farrel.

Sofia turned her back to Farrel, who started looking at her.

Farrel's view is very difficult to interpret, there is some kind of concern there.

On one side Farrel felt guilty towards Sofia. But in his ego side he still firmly wants to repay Nimas by hurting Sofia.

Isshh brutal.

"You better pray Isya, you will fall asleep."

The words behind his blanket-covered back made Farrel blink.

Back Farrel berdehem.

"Let's tell us to go to his house tomorrow."

"Yes." Yeah."

After that there was no more conversation. They drowned with their minds until they unconsciously slept in a dream that night.

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At about eight in the morning, Sofia and Farrel had arrived at his house.

There was Ustadz Ahmad with Siti, because they lived with her parents.

"Well, let's go !!"

Ustadz Ahmad's mother was ready with her shopping bag.

Uh where are you going?

To market?

"Sofi, you want to come? Or here's the same me."

Uh.

"I'm the same as you sit."

"Ga can !! You come, all shopping also for tomorrow's first sahur."

Ooo they want to shop.

Ciee Farrell.

"Oh that, yeah next time I play here huh Sit."

Farrel rolled his eyes as if he was lazy to see the scene of the friendly drama.

It has become a habit in their families to shop every month.

Hmmm maybe that's why at that time Farrel could be on the market and meet Nimas.

Farrel also remembered that, the corner of his heart still could not be restored. Still remember people's wives, even though his wife is unemployed.

Watch out for you niesel.

The driver was Ustadz Ahmad.

So Farrel was free to drift in his mind, his gaze suddenly stalled on the rearview mirror.

Very clearly visible face Sofia who was chatting with her mother Ustadz Ahmad.

That smile, why does it look painful?

Your feelings are only times Rel.

Highlight those eyes why shade?

It looks like ekhem.

Farrel looked at the face of the wife who was not aware of being noticed.

They were in the market.

"Rel, hey Farrel !!"

Ustadz Ahmad's voice made Farrel squeaked in shock to misbehavior.

"Yeeee, dream of the child."

Ustadz Ahmad opened the door while chuckling.

Farrel, who was still not fully aware, hurriedly opened the door until he did not know that Sofia was walking on the side of the door and due to the loud push on the car door, Jeddukkk.... Sofia was pushed hard until she fell.

Farrel was surprised.

"Aww.."

It hurts too Sof.

"Geez Farrel, you're nothing. Open the door wily first dong."

Ustadz Ahmad's mother ran over to Sofia.

Farrel was still silent precisely bengong.

"Is there a wound Sof?"

Ustadz Ahmad's mother was worried.

"You are Rail, he said he would take care of the whole family. This makes sure his wife can't, let's Sof mending us shopping !!"

Ko Ustadz Ahmad sewot's mother?

But when did yaa Farrel say want to take care of the whole family hmm?

"You why? I've been watching you just like a virgin who wants to marry."

Haha Ustadz Ahmad can be funny too.

Shortly after they sat on an empty bench waiting for the women to shop.

Farrel blinked while reaching into his pants pocket to remove the cigarette pack and the lighter.

Ustadz Ahmad held Farrel's hand that would light his cigarette.

"You smoking again?"

Farrel did not answer and continued to block the smoky object.

"By the way Rail ! What was? If you are like this, you must have a problem. You can talk to me."

Farrel chuckled while exhaling dense smoke from his mouth.

"Males the same story you, which there is even a lecture. Now it's Ustadz."

Ustadz Ahmad.

"Not Rails, I'm still the same, Ahmad was, Ahmad is your cousin."

Ustadz Ahmad's hand patted his cousin's shoulder.

"Life has a lot of drama.. Don't add to this drama, it's not a soap opera."

Farrel took off Ustadz ahmad's hand on his shoulder.

Ustadz Ahmad smiled.

"Eat the story, what problem? Work?"

Farrel breathed out the smoke again.

And start Farrel telling stories....

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#Duh the story is not very clear ya haha, the author is dead-end.