Mystery of Love

fillah

After that mbak ima, alifah, and some of my friends gave me gifts or just sayings. I got a Bolpen and some tasbih.

while Hamid congratulated me and gave me a picture of myself with glasses, my brother's made me, the other one, Malik, gave me a bracelet.

I don't have many close friends because I'm grumpy, so it's not easy to get along with me. I realized that and always wished I could control it but when anger was gone all my sense. I'm stupid.

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Ba'da maghrib after worshipers, barokahan and nariyahan all of us who live on the bottom floor are thronged down the stairs so that they can immediately change clothes because gus pur has been pounding the door. The doorbell had been ringing since ten minutes ago but the northern princess cabin child had not yet appeared.

Understandably gus pur as the headmaster of the early school angry.

BRACKET.....BRACKET...BRAKKKIS....

"let's see the rek missile" The hoarse voice and the thundering of pur's guts made us all more and more drunk

No one was relaxed, all changed clothes quickly and ran towards the door and ran again towards their respective classes.

Classes are not the same as formal classes. When we first enter the cottage we will be tested first then it will be determined the class. There are classes beginning 1,2,3 wustho and aliyah.

The first year I entered the cottage I entered the class. That's first class for kids who are just learning religion. I am in a class with MTS children because my knowledge of religion is minimal. There are only a few kids my age.

One of my early friends was named Nina. He is the son of MTS who mondok in the south. His son is sweet black, his nose is super sharp like an Arab and his voice when the qiroat is very melodious, he is also a very pious child. I don't know why he loves me so much. He even thinks of me as his brother.

That day he gave me gifts while praying many things in his letter. Among all, I was most moved by Titin's attitude, in my opinion he was the most sincere.

"happy birthday, barokallohu fi umrik" said titin with a smile

"thank you" I said as I hugged her.ukhibbuka fillah ukhti-ku

It was totally inversely proportional to her brother who was once in my class. Call it his name diyat, white guy with a super pointy nose, his voice is melodious but unfortunately he's pretentious. He tried to tease me for feeling challenged by classmates who could not let me down. This is the kind of guy I hate the most. Basically he is. But look at his attitude I'm a jutek myself. Cih. sok kecakepan.

At Titin I love him very much and respect him a lot. She is a quiet girl who is smart and smiling. I could even feel his heart constantly dhikr.

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"Mbak lel, yok opo nek mandiyahe kari continue iki? gus pur duko" I said as I sat around after dinner

"iyo yok opo maneh, I don't want to cower e" said mbak lel frustrated

The problem was completely out of our control. yo wes was just lived. kate how else, nang bu nyai nyai niku su'ul adab e jal.

"bak lel ibuk mau koyoke ngutus tumbas slambu pring iku lho mbak, gawe musolla check not kepanasen nek wayah asar. opo se jenenge?" say

"iyo opo yo jenenge ngunu iku. continue to answer opo?"

"ngguyu tock me"

" guyon tok iku's mother...."

"hot lho ancen nek wayahe nariyahan asar mbak lel"

" money case moningunu gawe tuku office closet e...."