Love of a Ustadz

Gathering

The man who was none other than Habil widened his eyes in shock. He stared for a moment at the face of the girl in front of him. Then he looked at the car not far from his eyes.

"You're Adea's friend, right?" ask Habil.

Ulmayirah is a girl whose car breaks down on the way to the village where Dea lives today. Ulma looked at Habil fixedly, while remembering who the man in front of him was. He had forgotten who Habil was.

"Yes I'm Dea's best friend, who are you? Have we ever met?"

Habil only nodded while smiling faintly. He was typing something on his phone. "Let me drive to Dea's house, let your car be repaired with my friend. Soon he arrived, "Habil put his cell phone back in his pocket.

Ulma observed his appearance from the reflection of the car glass. "Yes, I'm as dirty as he is with a gini-like appearance. What do people say try?" Inner Ulma.

"Where would you like to?" ask Habil again.

"Mmm.. gini is fine."

"Where?"

"You go first, let me wait for someone to fix my car."

Habil was silent, staring straight ahead. And hasn't even turned on the motor yet. Seeing that Habil was just silent on the spot, Ulma reopened the conversation between them.

"Why not go yet?"

"It is not good to leave women alone in kegini place, let alone no one."

Degs...

Ulma's heart skipped a beat, didn't she already have a boyfriend? Why was his heartbeat racing faster when he heard the words of the man in front of him. This was the first time they spoke four eyes. Although they had met before, but did not greet each other.

"What's Yirah?" Habil did not look at Ulma, only he could tell that Ulma was nervous.

Ulma grew nervous, even as her heartbeat accelerated. "My name is Ulmayirah, call Ulma."

This time, Ulma was at a loss for words. He lowered his gaze, no more courage to look at the man in front of him. The atmosphere between them was silent. Not long after, Habil's friend who had been contacted arrived.

"Just calm down, we'll fix the car soon. Can be waited for." Said a big man with shoulder-length hair.

"Thank you sir."

The man nodded again, then spoke to Habil. After that, Habil turned on his motor.

"Wait ..." Shouting Ulma.

Habil stopped the bike, "what's up?"

"I want to go home with you" Ulma hurriedly approached Habil.

Seeing Ulma's actions, Habil smiled knotfully. "Don't Yirah want to wait for the car to be repaired?"

"Well, why meet this guy anyway. Fall in love with me if this is the way." Ulma bit her lower lip while closing her eyes.

"Emmm... Yirah" call Habil.

The instant Ulma opened her eyes, her red-coloured face held in shame. How not, he was invited home he refused. Habil's turn to stay instead yelled, and asked to go home together.

Ulma racked her brain looking for an excuse, to cover up her current embarrassment. "I'm afraid of that om-om, what in any case? So I'm going home with you."

"Astagfirullah, they're good people. Can't think of that ugly slob," said Habil.

"I'm really scared" Ulma put on a sad face.

"Jude, let's go up."

Ulma's smile expands perfectly, he quickly goes up to Habil's motorbike.