Love Shielded Risue

the light began to open

A month...

Mary went to one of the bookstores. He went down the shelf with dozens of neatly arranged books. Until in the end, he found one that made him remember the advice given by the young man.

His feet tiptoed, appreciating the book at the top. Seemed a little difficult, because the shelves are quite high.

"Let me help, get it." A man holds the same book on the other side. Mary looked over, finding the young man she knew. With ordinary clothes, only long-sleeved shirts and trousers. "This, Ukh..."

"Ma– thanks." Accept it carefully. "You're here?"

"Yes, by chance passing by kept stopping by," replied the man who was none other than Bilal. "The book will indeed be a little boring when read, because the translation from Arabic. But the meaning of the writing is very good."

Maryam smiling. "Thank you for suggesting you read this book."

"Either. Hopefully it can be a reference."

Maryam nodded slowly.

"Yes, I'll excuse you to– Assalamualaikum."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah," murmured Maryam. As the man breezed away with a few books in his arms. His heart rippled, he wondered. The man was very polite, really not showing that he had any interest in him. It was only a month ago that she asked Ta'aruf.

Could it be true that He is the same person who always sends motivational words through the DM every week?

Mary shook her head, she felt strange with her thoughts. What do you like in a public place like this? Smiling broadly while throwing a sloppy sentence like Mr Raffi?

Merr cursed herself, immediately leaving by taking the opposite direction from Bilal left earlier. Though Merr was only unconscious, when Bilal left he exhaled while holding something urgent in the chest. Even his lips did not stop pronouncing the phrase Ta'awuz many times.

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Every day with another feeling. Yep... Maryam seemed to be diligent in opening the DM, times there was a writing that entered. As the word of motivation is mentioned in the verse of Allah as well. Although not every day, about once a week or at most ten days. He will get a message in the form of a motivational speech from a young man named Bilal.

Like tonight, Bilal typed something after that put down his phone. And walk into the kitchen.

There was only Ummi who was taking something out of the refrigerator.

"So make Asinan, Mi?"

"So, because Farah asked too, he said the pickling made by Ummi."

"Here let Bilal help peel the fruit."

Isti smiled and handed me a white plastic package. Contains mango, jicama, and water guava. Ummi Isti himself immediately made a solution of Javanese acid and also chilli that want to be in ulek.

"Tomorrow are you leaving at what time?"

"August, Mi. After dawn," replied Bilal his eyes focused while his hands worked peeling the skin of the mango.

"Hafiz coming too?"

"MashaAllah, Ummi was moved. Your abi if you're alive would be proud."

"inshaAllah, may Abi there be brighter the way."

"Aamiin..." Isti cook a solution of Javanese acid mixed with brown sugar. After that look for a moment. "Billal? What about that woman?"

"Who?"

"Maryam–"

"Oh, don't know, Mi. There's been no progress. He doesn't like Bilal. No papa..." Smilingly.

"Will Ummi meet him? To be more polite."

"Not good, Ummi."

"Not good to who? His intentions are good... Tomorrow, huh? Ummi bring you all the pickles." Hearing that Bilal immediately laughed. Ummi looked quickly. "Kok laughing."

"Ummi is all-in, the bring-in time of all."

"You don't like it any time" he replied laughing. For a moment Bilal was silent. He also remembers, remembering something.

Sraaaggg... The sound of a sudden push of the chair when Bilal suddenly woke up from his sitting position. Making Ummi gasp.

"Bilal, ngagetin Ummi. What's up?"

"No papa, Mi. Bilal to the room first–" he rushed out of the kitchen area, leaving a trace of confusion on Isti's face. Then walk half-run up the stairs. Even with a quick movement opened the room door and grabbed his phone. "Hopefully it hasn't been read yet."

Bilal opened the DM he sent. Then sit down weakly, for there is a sign that the message has been read.

"Yes Kareem... Why can I send you a gini-rich DM?"

Bilal looked at his writing. Which contains like this more or less.

outside the scorching.Today Ummi again make salty. Beautiful women love to make it, even almost every day. Actually I don't like it very much. But yes, because Ummi's made I must have eaten.

You want a pickle?

Bilal put his head on the table. Suddenly ashamed of himself. It would definitely look more and more aggressive, as it suddenly sent a casual message to him.

Ting....

Bilal's head lifted, a message came in. Exactly the reply from Maryam.

[I like Asinan... ]

"Allahu Akbar! She retaliated?" Bilal smiled cheerfully. His hands suddenly numb, the sigh in his chest as if making him want to bow down in gratitude. Not to mention the smile emoticons that are also listed there. Looks like the road to her hand has already opened.

Bilal did not reply, other than beristighfar and put his phone back on the table. Resisting the true happiness he should not show excessively.