My husband is not my first love

Owner of Heart

The sky this morning dims, the rain will soon water the earth. The early semesters of an Islamic university in Sumatra require many adjustments. Having new friends is a joy in itself to be excited to go to campus in addition to the charm of scientific discussions from experts.

In the middle of the classroom that half of the contents ignore what is written in the photocopied paper sheet, making the moderator try hard to find a way to return the audience to its function. The female students were whispering loudly with the Korean drama that took their time last night while their hands held mirrors pecking at the polished face repeatedly. While the students sleep, others are serious about mobile phones.

While a wearer seems still seriously responding to the only question asked. The owner of the question is the guy in the corner of the class in a neat shirt with an awesome facial line.

"How do you change institutionalized habits over hundreds of generations?" The owner of the face whose good looks were above average asked seriously.

"This is the reason we're here, learning and then improving. Fixing something wrong, so hopefully in the future for the better." Soft-faced woman with brown hijab to give emphasis.

"Worry that the mission carried becomes difficult to accept until the main goal does not run smoothly."

"The color is that we must strive diligently.This task is not finished after what wali songo has done."

"Sister, why is Abu Bakr's position at the top? Because he is disciplined in the realistic. We must uphold the heavens that overshadow us."

The young man argued further to the wearer.

Brother, do you know Ummar bin Khotab stands out the most? For he becomes himself wherever he may be. So what does he get with confidence in himself? Support, he even supported the heavens, remember about the descent of the holy word regarding prisoners of war?"

The figure beside the moderator answered with a question no less fierce.

"But Abu Bakr's position is not displaced by anyone, right?."

"And the position of Ummar is not doubted by anyone, is it not?"

"Hey ... Brother Andara, sister Ria ... We're having a discussion about not being an ivory tower, then where did you two go that far?"

Two pairs of compact eyes staring at the moderator, sharp. Komting who is mandated to lead the discussion when the guidance counselor does not come wrong. Then pull the shoulder.

"WE'RE LEARNING TO BE LIKE THAT." Finally, the pair of young men answered together.

Friends look at each other. Delay a moment of their activity. I know they are in class now.

"Who is Abu Bakr's stronghold?" The moderator instead asked the occupants of the room who had managed to be awakened by the compact loud noise just now.

"Sorry, my friend Ria, if this cool guy is on Abu bakr's side, then we'll stand with him."

The girl in front of the class is head bracelets with what the dimpled sorority does. Rika's new best friend who always sits side by side all day.

"We men will stand with Ummar, because he reminds us of Super Hero. Rambo, Hulk and others. The smallest man in the class spoke up. Called kisruh. Verily now they have departed from the material which is being entrusted to be discussed.

Look at the local residents who are mostly former students and some aliyah madrasah alumni can be as low as this. Discussions without lecturers propagate out of the rails even though the participants are MAHAstudents.

* * *

The campus mosque is always crowded with the LDK 'Lembaga Dakwah Kampus' community with its vibrant events. Under the shady tree that became a place of discussion colored the jokes of the shoots of the nation. Also the canteen filled with students is something that is not separate from this University. While I have always been interested in the library, especially at times like this, it requires a lot of grounding for sure solidifying arguments.

Me and the perfekso will represent the campus to the English debad table. It is quite cold, not because they are not used to it, rather think about doing their best. Every opportunity has its own price, which is why maximum preparation is a must.

In the grand room of the perpus I saw him step closer. As usual, wherever the man directed a step made many eyes stare in admiration.

"Have you read the literature for reference?" I rebuked him who loomed in front of me looking relaxed.

"You're exaggerating, even forgetting to justify your veil." The young man in the dark blue shirt stared at the head bracelet, while his hand hinted at my head which was framed in brown cloth.

"That's because we're a team. I'm not used to it and I don't like defeat." What is the importance of trying a taper headscarf if the wrapped brain is frozen.

"If so do not have to participate in the race, sit at the cost and be proud of the IP written on the paper."

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I am a person who is not easy to fall in love, either because of the tightness of the pesantren period covering the period of MTS to MA, or egoism related to the process of falling in love, I do not understand for sure.

It's just, realize it when the heart is quiet in a crowded if you don't see it that is calm in the corner of the classroom. Think about marriage and children when they argue. Yes, it's about someone with brilliant eyes. A person who does not talk much, but is strong overflows me with a wide and long argument.

Basketball lovers, history buffs who are proficient in English are also Hindi. Can be recognized from afar with his hair that is always trimmed neatly, slippery clothes with a fragrant smell that smells from a distance is the part that always adheres to it.

It wasn't her white skin, blond hair unlike most people I'd ever met or the taper nose of most college residents that drew me in. I was confused how the most instrumental part led me to the charm of the figure who is called perfection.

Many women like older husbands. I personally as a fan of the challenge of falling in love with men of the same age, because he said the relationship is not far adrift trigger a lot of roots because they are in the same emotional phase. This must be the reason for falling in love with a man of my age how I can choose. It's still about the guy.

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“About dreams in Aligarh I will not put it off. Like you said, one of the oldest campuses is very interesting. Library that stores ancient manuscrif history one of the great empires, Mughal neat there.”

Those eyes sparkled for approval when I saw that I was still silent, the tall young man continued. “You yourself have decided which scholarship?” his voice in the room that was decorated in such a way as to make me turn my head, our value that only adrift the thin numbers behind the coma makes our seats right in line.

“I'll be home.”

The confident eyes scrutinized my sincerity, did he really think. The ambitious woman will go home, close the proud dream and return to a place far away from civilization.

How can a student do that? Rejecting the impressive array of scholarships that are stretched as cross-value rewards. While he knows for sure the aura of learning and the tightness of competition is my candle.

“T won't do the same mistake, father Just have me now.” I made it clear to be brighter.

“You have many ways to make youth happy?” he knows the story of the passing of his mother as other friends also know.

“Iya, and I have chosen it.” I did not care about the reaction of the face, instead circulating a glance at the contents of the building that began to boisterous. Friends are proud of each other's toga.

“We still have a carakan? Then wait for me, it won't be long I think I can without having to wait two years.”

“Unfortunately I thought we were going down a different path. We will quickly leave those times past preoccupied with affairs ahead.”

“I'm not sure.” The head flanged, disappointment clearly emanating there.

“I will be looking to my parents and where I grew up. While you, on a further mission, bring and hope that much in the days of the college chair ananiy.”

It is no longer clear what is going on in there, because the other focus is so dominating. That was my last meeting with him on campus that ignited many stories.

Taking the eyes off eternal enemies, awesome colleagues also balance the cold air learning space. I may love him deeply, but I have greater stubbornness.

Men froze aside from aspiring to become Muslim historians, nothing was excessive with his dreams. Despite spending SD to SLTA in a superior public school with different scientific qualities, he had a special teacher who came home to fulfill his thirst for religious matters. About the siren of this religion to the current generation with all its problems understood by the runner. Even the problem of fikih and his attitude is not shallow. Even look at him clutching tightly at someone who spent six years wrestling in the mustachioed yellow books. Isn't that enough to prove his worth.

* * *

The owner of the heart is someone who three years more spent many days on the same campus, someone who is always present by sitting standing up even walking with elegant, brilliant eyes confident. Youth known as faculty.

We are two different seasons, but touch on one side. My head is hard to be in touch with her perfectionist nature.

The figure looks excessive, men are different because they want to appear always neater even than most women. I was surprised to be able to put my heart to such a person, but love did not fade for one or two reasons, he even more firmly enthroned there.

It's not a love story for an SD kid that's leaned on a monkey. It was love that colored many future orientations. It is love without declaration, but it affects strongly.

Earth Rafflesia 1616