Love Made In Hong Kong

Part. 88. The Charming Young Man

The Isro' Mi'raj show was almost started, I was still sitting at the place but there was not a single person I knew present here yet. Where're they? Didn't Latifa yesterday say that today they will go here as well. But where? But then I felt a heartburn around my stomach that forced me to get up from my seat immediately and go look for the toilet. I walked in a bit of a hurry because I wanted to get to my destination so I didn't care about the situation around me right now.

"Assynolong.." Suddenly I was startled by the voice of someone greeting me.

"alladyglove.." Spontaneously, I answered and looked at the source of the voice that had greeted me.

It turned out to be a young man, but it seemed that he was a very visible native of his physical features. Her skin was bright, eyes narrow, and black hair. It greeted me with its cantonese language but because of the mules feeling that increasingly controlled my stomach so that I did not concentrate on giving an answer to him. All I think about right now is getting to the toilet, that's all.

After arriving at the women's toilet I immediately fulfilled my wish. Then after I finished I went out and walked back through the road I had been through. Actually, I had forgotten about the guy who greeted me. I leisurely walked and then suddenly someone greeted me in cantonese. It seems like he was the one who previously greeted me.

This guy asked me if I was done with the toilet. I answered 'yes'. And then it followed and we walked together. He told me if I was new here, because he said he'd seen me first. Because according to him, he was close to knowing all Muslim girls in this area both the natives and the immigrants.

Then I said it's true that I'm the new guy here. He asked if I was staying in the dorm my daughter replied yes. Then we parted right in front of the entrance for the women. I said goodbye to come in and then I didn't see him again. Where's she? It's possible that he had mixed with hundreds of other peria on the left side where women.

Why do I think about people I don't know at all. But honestly he's very handsome. Oh yeah, I forgot to look for my friends. Then I shifted a little and let my eyes wander around creeping one by one into the crowd, my goal was so that I could find my company of friends.

"Husssti...Hussst...! Aini, Aini..!" There was a voice of someone calling me suddenly forcing me to slightly rotate my body eight oysters of a degree. I looked back.

Oh, it turns out she's Latifa. I saw Latifa sitting in the back row with some of our friends. Latifa waved a sign that she was asking me to move towards them. Then slowly I got up from my seat and shifted to the place where my friends were there.

"Hey we thought you weren't coming. But in the dorm your room's been closed since morning. Where have you been Ai?" Latifa asked me in a slightly whispered tone.

"Eh, I'm sorry I left first this morning." My answer.

"Waws... So excited are you Ai." Latifa mocked me and was followed by other friends.

"There is someone here that you know besides us. Is there a boyfriend?" Latifa came back to joke around with me.

"Ah, you are all there. Did you know I had a boyfriend? Have I ever not been open with you?" My answer to Latifa's question was of course with a joke as well.

"No, but who knows? Oh, my friends." Latifa continued and then we laughed together but with a tone of laughter that we hold because the event will soon begin.

A few moments after that, the pickle began. We sat closely watching the arrangement for the sake of the arrangement of the event. Occasionally the host changed his language with ingris language because maybe he knew that those present in this event were not only local residents but also many of the residents.

Until arriving at a welcome event, the speech of the chief executive of this Isro' Mi'raj activity. And how makes me a little tickle because it turns out the chairman of the executor is the peria who greeted me when I got to the toilet.

But I could only remain silent expressionlessly with the word Latifa just whispered to me. Yes, it's true I admit he's very handsome. And even made my eyes seem not bored looking at him. And what makes me a little misbehaved but I hide is that I first met him even earlier he was the one who greeted me first. But I don't want to tell my friends this because it's useless they won't believe me if I say. They'll just assume I'm kidding.

Until the celebration was over the participants of the Majlis in the mosque was immediately boisterous, especially for women. They praised the good looks of Peria who became the chairman of the implementation of this event. Not only we are immigrants, even those who are also local people who may indeed know the peria also participated in praising his good looks.

Then the event continued until the religious end and closing. After the end of the event, my friends and I did not go home immediately. We played around the Jamiya Mosque even though it was just for taking pictures. The place we took pictures was not too close to the Jamiya Mosque but still included the courtyard of the Jamiya Mosque. Then Latifa and two of our friends said goodbye to buy a drink. While I was with two of our other friends still waiting.

I sat in the garden seat that turned my back to the Jamiya Mosque while my friends were still engrossed in pictures. Suddenly someone approached me.

"Assynoltomodel..! The greeting made me have to slightly rotate my body position to see who he was.

"Goddessalam.." My answer.

It turned out that he was coming again. Peria who delivered a welcome word. He who was said earlier was the chief executive of the activity. He whose good looks were praised by everyone.

"Hey.. Miss, what are you doing ?" He asked me in English. Didn't he greet me this morning in cantonese but now why is he addressing me in ingrish? Did he forget that we met this morning? Ah, let it be, maybe he forgot that we met this morning.

"Iam waiting for my friends." My answer.

"Oh, are you malay?" He asked me again.

"Yes, Iam malay." My answer.

"From Malaysia." He asked back.

"No Monday Malaysia, but Iam fom Indonesia."

"Woow, Vietnam.." He was amazed when I said that I was from Indonesia, not from Malaysia.

But suddenly my friends came huddling closer to me. They asked him who. And how can I chat with a peria this handsome. Then what makes me a little embarrassed is that my friends ask the peria to take pictures with them one by one.

Seriate...