Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

[POV.AUTHOR] Wait for Me to Come Home ...

💓 Dear lover, my longing is growing. Until impatient themselves want to immediately run to touch your love again. I'm going home, reaching for the already unbearable despair 💓

the Flasback on Abimana

The twilight incised an orange color in the sky. Birds fly together to flap their wings vigorously, to rush home.

Abhimana is seen sitting on a bamboo chair, which is in the courtyard of the house. The second view of the netra is fixed on the shade of the trees. The thoughts of the handsome man were filled with despair to immediately meet the lover of the heart.

"I want Al home soon. Engulfing the union of our love in the sacred bond of a pending marriage."

"Ehm, Nak Bima is daydreaming?" Without realizing it, Mr. Arya was already standing right behind him.

Abimana turned her head, and gave a smile to the middle-aged man who had saved her life.

"Ehhh, Mr. Arya."

"Hmmm, surely Nak Bima wants to go home soon right?" Mr. Arya asked Abimana a question, while sitting next to a handsome man.

"Yes Sir. I want to immediately question Alya."

"Did Bima already remember the way home?"

"In shaa Allah has sir."

"Where is Nak Bima's house?"

"My house in Sleman, located not far from the garden tour salak."

"Mmm, yaya ... well, when does Nak Bima plan to go home?"

"I want it right away, sir."

"Then, tomorrow morning you will deliver Nak Bima, to the house of Mr. Dukuh, located a bit far from this hut."

"Really Sir?" Abimana's eyes sparkled, a look of happiness emanated on her handsome face.

"Of course, Bima's son." Mr. Arya replied with a big smile.

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Tonight, Abhimana could not close her eyes. The thoughts of the handsome young man were filled with Alya's shadow which always led him to a world full of wishful thinking.

Abhimana lay on a bamboo couch. His gaze was fixed on the sky - the sky of the room. The handsome man seemed to be talking to himself, occasionally his lips adorned with a sweet smile.

"Al, how are you doing there? Do you miss this guy too? Ach, it feels like running to see you soon. I miss the stories and jokes of the girl who was able to conquer the heart of an Abhimana."

Abiman breathed.

"Al, honestly my hunch is not good. There is an indescribable grief and sadness. Ach, may you still be loyal Yank. But if ... I hope not. I'm sure you're waiting for me, Abimana Surya Saputra's future wife. Tomorrow, I'm going home Yank. Very impatient, waiting for the moon back to the contest, and changed the morning sun. I missed you .... "

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In one third of the night, Abimana again went from sleep to immediately ablution. Cold ablution water, wetting the parts of his body.

The young man spread out the prayer mat, and began his ritual, performing the sunah lail prayer.

Abimana was accompanied by the moonlight, which seemed to shine brightly, driving away the concentration of the night. Constellations - constellations, adorning the sky with their brilliance. The sound of the singing of nature, further adds to the enjoyment of a servant seducing the owner of the universe.

After the salutation, Abimana lifted up the ladder, asking expectantly.

"Robb, thank you for all the prayers that You have granted. Now the memory of the servant has returned. Make it easy for yourself to rush home and fulfill the pending obligations. Take care of him, the lover who is the servant of love."

Abhimana rubbed her face with both palms.

The ritual tonight, continued by reading kalam love that sounds very melodious.

A girl dimmed, fascinated to hear the chant of love echoed by Abimana. Without feeling, clear circles wet his yellow face.

The night crawled away, replaced with Iandang adhan dawn sounding sayup - sayup.

Mr. Arya woke up from sleep. He hurried up from the bed, and set foot to fetch the ablution water.

So too with the Saints. The sweet girl immediately followed in the footsteps of the father.

After soaking the body with ablution water, Mr. Arya, Suci, and Abimana prepared to bow and bow down, facing His Robb.

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The sun is smiling this morning. Abimana's eyes sparkled, a tinge of happiness adorning her handsome face.

This morning Mr. Arya and Suci drove Abimana to the house of Mr. Dukuh, who was in the village. It is quite far away if reached on foot.

They set foot with talk and laughter. However, the cute dimpled girl looked gloomy, as if she was not willing to part with the handsome young man who was able to steal her heart.

"Sir Bima, sorry the Father and Saints can not deliver to the house. Later, you will ask Mr. Dukuh for help to deliver Nak Bima to the destination. If Nak Mas is married, don't forget to tell us!"

"Yes Sir. I am so grateful to you and the Holy Father. In shaa Allah, if I and Alya are married, the Father and the Saints will be invited for the first time. I don't know what Bima can do to repay all the goodness of the Father and the Saints."

"Mother was very happy to hear Nak Bima's words. Do not think to retaliate, because what we do has become a duty of fellow human beings. You just ask, pray for us to always be on the straight path! And pray for your daughter, hopefully someday get a soul mate like Nak Bima! Handsome and beautiful, noble, and certainly salacious." Mr. Arya smiled widely.

"Again Bima say thank you sir. I will always pray for the Father and also the Holy Father. May the Holy One soon have the tethering of the heart, as he wishes." Reply Abhimana with a smile.

"Amijn .... " Arya and Abimana said almost the same prayer.

Saints felt filled with prayers uttered by the man who was able to draw his heart.

"Mas, I accept your prayer. May God grant it. If indeed the Milky Way is a Holy soul mate, how perfect is the happiness that He gives. But what about Alya if Allah grants it? Ach, how selfish is this village girl." Holy Speech in the heart.

Without feeling, they have arrived in front of Mr. Dukuh's house. Mr. Arya, Abhimana and Saints stopped his steps right at the door of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mr. Dukuh." Mr. Arya said hello.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." A greeting came from inside the house.

Neunk ....

The sound of the door opening. Seemed to be a man who was about forty years old, his body was somewhat full and had an ideal height, standing behind the door.

"Ehh, Mr. Arya. Monggo in sir!" Mr. Dukuh, who has the name Tama Arka Saloka, invited his three guests to enter.

"Nggeh, thank you Mr. Tama."

The four of them walked towards the living room. Mr. Tama invited his guests to sit on the sofa.

After the four of them sat down on the sofa, Mr. Tama started to open up the conversation.

"Sorry Mr. Arya, tumben - tumbenan visit to my home. Is there anything I can help you with? Or perhaps, Saints would marry this handsome young man?"

The words of Mr. Tama instantly made the Sacred cheeks flushed. The sweet girl lowered her face.

"I apologize in advance Mr. Tama. Our presence to Mr. Dukuh's house, because we want to ask for help. Introduce, Nak Mas who is sitting next to me, named Abimana. Nak Bima had an accident seven months ago. Well, because his memory has returned, Nak Bima wants to hurry home. Therefore, I want to ask Mr. Dukuh to deliver Nak Bima to the destination, the home of his parents."

Mr. Tama looked frowned. Before he agreed to Mr. Arya's request, Mr. Tama wanted to hear an explanation about the accident that befell the handsome man.

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