PLAN(FOOL)
PART 29'S
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
They have been living in a new home for a month. Sunday night as usual they will go out and surround the city of Bandung right ba’da isya’ continued to enjoy roadside food which is of course appetizing.
And as usual sometimes using the motor spot her husband sometimes motor scoopy. This time they stopped right at the roadside food in Madura soto shop over keingin Indah cold weather support once enjoy the thick coconut milk sauce with freshly squeezed lime a little spicy must be very delicious.
“mau order soto chicken village or chicken city?” Ask parmusaji.
“ayam village alone mas” replied Zain
“the special or the usual?” ask again
“the special two yes mas, keep warm tea with a little sugar both” replied Zain both did not like sweet.
“eums.. Ji.. Uja ketoilet first can?”
“can, want Anterin test not?” bargain he was worried that his wife was lost, this soto food stall is famous for being crowded and the place to eat is spacious even though it seems simple.
“gak lah. emang achild apa” Zain just grinned, Until Beautiful is not there anymore.
“wait for you Malikkan?” Asked someone to suddenly distract Zain from his wife's cell phone he was exploring. Zain's eyes rounded when he saw a beautiful girl who called him earlier with a dangling dress covering his entire body with a soft Peach color with small flowers adorning his robe, do not forget khimar syar’I plain color matching is very beautiful and graceful very fitting with the color of his pale white skin.
“masyaallah Nasila ya” guess happy, he woke up and covered both hands in the chest followed by Nasila, a college friend when at Harvard first.
“mashallah tabarakallah A’ Malik. seneng we meet again ya” he said no less happy, Zain invited sitting Indonesian-faced woman that is typical of Jakarta.
“heum.. it's what's new?”
“Alhamdulillah good A’” answer now both of them sit facing each other “Aa’ itself how is it kabara?”
“Alhamdulillah well also”, while in Hardvard Nasila is hooded but fashionable and slang but this time more syar’i.
“you're different yes.”
“eh dear already finished it turns out” Lovely just smile clumsy
“who are you A’?” soft tananya
“knew my wife”
“masyaallah I think your sister A’ turned out Aa’ already married ya” either just feeling Beautiful or not but she saw a disappointed look on the face of ayu nan beautiful in front of this. Wrong in front of her husband.
“ia.. knowin Indah.”
“Beautiful kak” know Indah while reaching out
“oh yes I am Nasila. Your husband's best friend time in Havard du” replied and the handshake was taking off each other, Lovely smile in silence and praise in heart ‘ beautiful.
And Indah did not expect that she would be isolated in the midst of two people of different gender who are nostalgic looks once if her husband is happy, she said, Beautiful smile when compared to him is far from the beautiful girl in front of him.
“JI?” call Indah Iirih and again three times he called only to ask for his cellphone on the right side of his husband's arm, but he had also forgotten three times.
He smiled beautiful smile up from there, his heart throbbing pain let alone his eyes that have now begun to water and urge out. Luckily his motor contact was beautiful to hold so he came home with a wounded heart and a face soaked in tears.
“astagfirullah.. astagfirullah” istigfar continues Beautiful to say even though tears and heartache is unbearable, Until he entered the house right her husband did not even realize if he had gone from there. He quickly headed for the bathroom shedding his tears there on the sidelines he wudhu’ pressed his chest firmly as if someone was squeezing him there.
Finished berwudu’ usually he will do the prayer witir is now lying there and crying with the body wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on his back to the door.
“yaallah.. I was hurt” softly until somehow he cried until he fell asleep with a little bit left.
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