Makmum Putra Kyai

Makmum Putra Kyai
Sacred Hearts and Love



" he.... can it be hah ... like that in the first kiss...?" alwi manyun after hearing all the stories about the past of the wife reminisce and reveal the truth.


"then what about.....?" nafik asked out of curiosity.


"who is here.." alwi pointed at his lips.


seeing the husband naik so misbehaved. suddenly the heartbeat pounding fast. his face reddened like a tomato because of shame.as soon as he looked away another collar sounding nervousness and red face meronanya.


"yes Zaujah... If the first kiss was me who got then who was your first love?" alwi investigated asking again.


"what a max he asked me that. If I misspoke again he could be angry." thought the nafik staring at her husband.


nafik shakes his head and answers her husband's silly questions about massalu and first love.


" cook from a guy that much.... no your first love....?" alwi was dissatisfied to see the navel head.


" i don't like first love.if I'm amazed at someone ever.but what can be said love and heart beats when on someone's side also ever" nafik doesn't seem to like this topic.


" you don't want to know about me, angel.....?" alwi put on his beautiful smile while looking at the wife sharply.


" your love story does not attract aunty....female love has run aground...... in the rejection campos ended in broken legs and coma.....then if I do not fight for you what will happen habibi...?" nafik stared softly at the alwi sitting at his side by wrapping his hands around the nafik pond .


" if I don't get you I'll be celibate forever.I've been looking for my savior all this time and it turns out he's all around me." alwi stared at the lustful lust full of love.


" so you know that I am your savior habib... So you expressed love that night?" nafik is curious to learn.


alwi mengeleng slowly.he did not know all this time looking for a figure who helped him.he was like lost in the earth swallow. because after that the nafik moved back to jepara. back to his family spent his junior year. by living in his cottage as a santri for 1 new year he decided to move to the holy without knowing that the boarding school he chose belonged to the alwi family.


yes after seeing alwi aware the family decided to bring back to the holy. case was taken care of by the police. it turned out all because of the laila. she was disappointed because it had been 3 years harbored her feelings. but lead to alwi repellent.


all thanks to reza who helped to investigate. was laila asked for an excuse for love reza with help reply to alwi. but reza refused because he knew laila saudah in blind love because of alwi.


alwi knew everything he was going through. because laila was very regretful of the act.alwi realized that he was too rude and hurriedly refused .maybe it hurt laila. all is destiny and still there are those who care about him without pampriih pont pon forgives because all is not pure fault laila. alwi also take responsibility for his rejection. and he's trying iklas.


long awaited news of the savior was not found after recovering alwi pound college out of the country and together with alim again.


alim had not known if his sister had been the savior of his best friend.as long in Morocco alwi still hope to meet his bidadari. though he also did not know if the one who helped him was the figure of jihan who had been known


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and after he returned his heart began to be shaken with the presence of a beautiful girl in his boarding school. always silent and cold to everyone.he also looks familiar like alwi has long been with him.


the figure of a spoiled little girl in the idolatry of so many young people appeared again in front of him, then when he got the opportunity to offer teaching at the school he wanted to accept. want to know if this navel is the same as the jihan he knew first.alwi pon began to forget his mission to find his savior. began to fall in love and curious about what else after knowing the girl is his best friend's sister. He was more curious because his heart was filled with love.


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