Not Planned Love (R3)
.4-Camping Plan
ATTENTION!!
Title: The Love Catalog
Revised to : Not Planned Love
"Not once will a man be alone with a woman except with her muhrim" - Muttafaq 'Alaihi
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"Assalamualaikum, good morning everyone." The beautiful girl in the neat suit was carefree.
"Waalaikumsalam, beautiful." Answer the friendly dining table residents.
"Mother, Arsyad's branch hasn't come down yet?" Ask while taking a sitting position near the father.
"Not yet, maybe in a minute." Answer Aurra-sang mother.
"Arra, how's school, son?" Ask the middle-aged woman wearing the silver-colored scarf.
"Alhamdulillah smoothly oma. Today there is an AD/ART trial, the branch of which is the presidium." Arra said cheerfully.
"Absolute Arsyad?" Arkia asked - while looking at her lovely granddaughter dear.
"He'em, MPK's brother." Airra nodded small while answering.
Arkia smiled happily when she saw the other grandchildren descending one by one from the stairs. The pandavas come in uniforms and suits of different colors.
"Hallo, good morning everybody." Gleeful greeting of the young man wearing the high school uniform without the suit.
"Davian,astagenica. The language, which is a little polite!" The mother's instructions were upset.
"Eh, my dear mamah. Sorry, there was typo." Davian's naughtiness while sitting himself near his father.
"Our father had breakfast first? No exclamation, though!" The insinuation who immediately got a delicacy from Arkan.
"What's? mama, Dad just glared at Dadav mah!" Adu Davian while showing his puppy eyes.
"Mas, it's so far. I know his son is nosy, don't be bullied oruh." Lirih Lunar while commemorating her husband.
The handsome man nodded, "Yes." Answer lethargic.
"Basic, whose son are you?" Arkan's grunt is small.
"Papa sama mama's son. People who make the same mamah papah, mang Udin." Davian's chirps instantly made Arkan choke on his own saliva.
"Astagfirullah, basic luknut son."
"Belvin, weeee."
All the members of the family smiled slightly. It has become a habit, if a small drama drama will color their breakfast show. Vano and Arkia are always grateful, their two children chose to settle this dimension while raising their children. Making the big residence is always crowded with babbling babbles of five different age pandavas, with one of the most loved srikandi.
While the other son, living abroad with a boycott and his wife and daughter. They also occasionally come to visit, when there is a need or a religious holiday. The rest, large families and other relatives scattered in various parts of the country until out of the country. They will come to visit if there is a large family event or a celebration of a religious holiday such as Eid al-Fitr.
"Bang, this is about to start the trial." Arra commemorates the brother who was busy struggling with his laptop.
"Hm." Arsyad's response was small, while shutting down his laptop.
"Is everything ready?" Ask Arsyad to make sure.
Arra nodded. Today there will be an AD/ART hearing held for the next three days. As one of the children of osis, Arra is also obliged to attend AD/ART session this year as full. This session is intended to convene new members of Osis with poker (work program) that they propose, as a work program that will be realized during one year in office. As for the long period of Osis, will be held accountable through the Responsibility Report (LPJ) which includes their poker for one year of work.
The AD/ART hearing can be held for up to three days, if not adequately done in a day. The files that will be discussed are the rules of the AD/ART session, the new period OSIS work program, the Responsibility Report and the new period AD/ART of course. The hearing of AD/ART (Basic Budget/Household Budget) is certainly done after the new period is inaugurated, sworn in by the pledge that has been intended and legally valid AD/ART.
"Alhamdulillah, with this AD/ART session Period 2019/2020 has been completed."
"Alhamdulillah." Answer the whole room in unison.
"In connection with the implementation of this session, members of the Dandelion High School OSIS period 2020/2021 from tomorrow can realize their work program." The handsome young man in a slick suit with the MPK logo spoke loudly.
Occasionally staring at the interlocutors who three days have been in dispute with the ranks of MPK members.
"Well, with the words of my mother as the Presidium one closed the AD/ART session today."
GECK
GECK
GECK
The sound of three beats of the hammer which means the trial has really ended. With the sound of the hammer as well, the sound of applause from the entire room echoed with the next boisterous sound.
The trial has been carried out on schedule without any disruption. Now, the new head of Osis and his students will begin to realize the work program they submitted.
"Oh my God, it's over as well." Said Aroon tired, while laying himself on the table in the room of Osis.
"Congrat ya bro, so ketos also loe finally." Said Arsen, as the former chairman of OSIS last year.
"Hm, this is also if not because of the support of loe. Where can I get this far." Aroon replied with a faint smile.
"Gue's sure you can do better than me." Arsen said as he patted Aroon on the shoulder.
"So, make the camping plan how is Syad?" Asked Arsen, instead of looking at the handsome young man who was reading the thick, covered, worn book.
"Not in Acc anymore. Maybe the end of the year."
"Why?"
"All of you are equal."
"That means it's still a long time? Try the submission report again. It's in Acc." Arsen.
"Try the Chairman of Osis who asked for it, only once in Acc." Arsen again.
"If the end of the year, the peak must be on visitors. If now, you already have a suitable place for camping."
"Yaudah, if that's how I'll give you the proposal. Who knows in Acc same chief." Aroon said as he got out of his sleep.
The three handsome young men again dissolved in the chat around the camping plan. Plans that will later be realized as a devotional container for collecting old osis and new osis.
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"God willing, is his son Doctor Aurra?"
"Yes. Really good-looking, huh?"
"Yes. I'm a cogan cogan your thing is."
"Yes. The bulls are bagget."
Arsyad stared at the whispering whispers that always greeted him when he set foot in this place. It is common knowledge, if the arrival at this place is always greeted with enthusiasm by nurses and koas children there. All are always waiting for the arrival of handsome young men who often stop by to visit the bundaanya.
"Loh, branch here?" Surprised the veiled woman.
"Assalamualaikum, mother." Arsyad replied while pecking the back of his dear mother's hand.
"Waalaikumsalam, mother's son." Reply Aurra while rubbing the head of her dear son.
"Alone bang?" He asked, as he led his son into his chamber.
"Yes mother. The same is at home. There's a job he said."
"Owh. If brother, what's the matter?" Ask the mother, while fixing the stack of patient files on her desk.
"Mother's periodic health test. Mother forgot?"
"Astagfirullah, khilaf bang mother."
Arsyad smiled faintly, he nodded in understanding. Sometimes because so busy, the mother missed some things that must be remembered.
"You want to bang?"
"Yes." Yeah."
Arsyad does often perform periodic health tests. His intention to become a state servant, of course, must be accompanied by good physical and spiritual health. Therefore, usually after doing weight training exercises with the father. Arsyad will routinely check his health regularly. Not to mention Arsyad sometimes experience insomnia if his brain is too much thought.
"Where's the practice, how's it going?"
"Current mother."
Instead of learning a lot through his father, Aesyad chose his own self. If his father is busy on duty, then he will practice martial arts or other dexterity with one of his father's acquaintances. Aurra alone did not even hesitate to intervene on her own, if to train the basic abilities of her daughter's son. Especially in the world of archery or martial arts that he mastered.
"Say you want to camp?"
"Still planning, not yet in Acc at the same time."
"Where?"
"peak."
"How many days bang?"
"Two days and one night, mother."
Aurra nodded thinly, stopping the ink scratches on the file. Her lips covered in a thin cloth silenced her warm smile. Arsyad could catch it, though it was hindered by the face covering his mother wore.
"Why?" Tanya Aurra was curious.
"The nurse here is noisy mother, the branch is uncomfortable." Chirps the son.
Aurra nodded in understanding, ever since the nature of this son has not changed. Cuek and flat like his father, hate the noise and difficult to the crowd. But behind that, the son looks is still a person who has a super soft heart if it is related to the people he loves.
"Just ignore the bang. They only praise the beauty of God's creatures who happen to be born from the mother's womb."
Arsyad smiled faintly while nodding.
He is very handsome handsome even, maybe God is happy when creating it. But despite all the advantages that God entrusted to him, Arsyad can still feel uncomfortable and disturbed if because of his face he became the subject of conversation. For he will not, for his face is a multitude of sins that Satan spreads because many eyes have stolen from him.
Indeed, even though there was never any intention for Arsyad to make the opposite sex fascinated excessively about the face of his image. Because he is aware that all this is only temporary, and can mislead the eyes and heart if used as objects of fantasy that cause injustice.
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TB
Hello readers all🖐🖑
How are you doing??
ArsyadArra update again,sorry yes lama🤗🤗
I also want to tell you, if this novel whose initial title was 'Calogue of Love' I revised to 'Not Premeditated Love' if readers ask why, because I have my own reasons.
Family story :
Not the Wrong Preach, Not the Wrong Matchmaker, continued the same Not the Love of Invent. Insaallah there is still one more sequel later. Well, may the readers all faithfully wait for the update yo🖐🖑
For now, I can't focus on this story. But Insaallah later, in time this story became my perioritas like his mother was 'BJS' 😂😂
Don't forget to leave a trace of yo🖐🖑
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Ok, then I'll see you in the next part.
Bye bye💋
Sukabumi Sept 05, 2020
