Polwan Beautiful Vs Gus Sweet..
Mahabba
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Orange timburat on the eastern horizon which indicates that the sun will soon fade from the contest adds to the beautiful scenery around the coast of the Bali strait that passed by Gus Ali and Mas Naufal. Back to the birthplace after a week more continue to tour starting from the eastern tip of the island of Java to the western end of the island with the most populous population in Indonesia.
Mas Ali accidentally opened the car window and let fresh air enter and inhaled it by letting his lungs filled with this beautiful air. Occasionally his hair that is left without a squat comes down as if he was following the strains of Sholawat Habib Syech who plays slowly in the car audio.
Behind the wheel, Mas Naufal was also no less relaxed. His hair also he let the morning breeze from the waves like there is no fatigue continue to chase to the beach.
"There is no place more pleasant than the land of birth." Mas Naufal said slowly.
"Frightly so." Answer Gus Ali and then again enjoy the strait of Bali, before they turn to the pond road that will take them really to home.
The car continued to run slowly and slowly left the Bali strait behind and replaced with a row of ponds containing Shrimp owned by the pond owner. The line of spruce trees on the right left of the road adds to the impression of shade in the middle of an arid pond without trees if the day arrives.
The car continues to move until it reaches the gates of Pesantren Al-Ma'aly which has shown the activities of its students who are passing here and there, and seeing the car crawling in immediately they gave way as well as bowing down Takdzim when he realized that the one present was their Gus.
After the car stopped perfectly Gus Ali and Mas Naufal immediately got out of the car with a bag at once a souvenir they bought, and warmly welcomed by Mother Ikah as soon as the sound of their greetings was heard to the existence of Mother Ikah who was teaching with her two grandchildren who were beside her.
"Alhamdulillah." Said Mother Ikah so Gus Ali and Mas Naufal shook His hands.
"Tell me what's still in the room, Nda." Ask Gus Ali.
"Kakung again njai with Kang Hasan in the next village." Ning Kia replied with a smile that widened to show her dated upper teeth.
"Ihh, Ndhok Kia Ompong." Mas Naufal.
Ning Kia did not reply but instead widened her smile to show her toothless look to Gus Ali and Mas Naufal.
"When did it drop.?" Ask Gus Ali.
"Yesterday, helped by Fiza. Uncle Lily and Brother Deasy when will they play here.?"
"When yes, Uncle doesn't know." Said Gus Ali while reaching for a light blue paper bag with a favorite cartoon of small children. "But, Sister Lily and Brother Deasy send greetings to Ndhok Kia, also send souvenirs." Continue Gus Ali while giving the Papper Bag to Ning Kia.
Ning Kia's smile widened what else when she knew if not only the gift of Kak Lily and Kak Deasy was in the can, but also from her brother, Ning Diva.
"Mas, Istirat first." Said Mother Ikah by stroking Gus Ali's arm gently, and also Mas Naufal's shoulder.
"Schsch, Nda. This is also a deposit from Mbak Lala for Bunda and Kak Fika as well." Gus Ali.
"At that time, while waiting for Abi to come home." Answer Mother Ikah. Then turned his gaze towards the pile of clothes Gus Ali and Mas Naufal who were definitely all dirty clothes. "Ndhok Kia call Fiza's mother in the kitchen." Said Mother Ikah.
Ning Kia who was busy opening her gift immediately stopped her movements and stepped quickly backward. And shortly after that came out again with the hand of Mbak Hafiza.
Realizing the presence of Gus Ali and Mas Naufal, the sight of Mbak Hafiza who had been upright and straight immediately looked down deeply, especially when the tail of his eyes caught the figure of Mas Naufal who stole a glance at Mbak Hafiza, who was looking at the head of the Hafiza, make Mba Hafiza a little hesitant to continue forward, if you do not hear the orders of Mother Ikah.
And again Mas Naufal speech before leaving ten days ago again ringing in the ears of Mbak Hafiza, when again the two beads of their eyes were sandwiched, and made a subtle sigh that swallowed in the heart of Mbak Hafiza. The same swish was forbidden to grow as it used to, when the swish suddenly infiltrated Gus Ali.
"Mbak Fiza, please bring Mas Ali and Mas Naufal bags to the back so that later in the same wash Ma'am." Said Mother Ikah slowly, and made Mbak Hafiza reawakened with the purpose of being called herself into by Mother Ikah.
"Enggeh Mother." Answer Ma'am Hafiza.
"I'll just leave it there, Miss Fiza. I'll wash myself at home." Mas Naufal said brightly staring at Mbak Hafiza and back their two beads met to make the performance of Mbak Hafiza's heart jump from its normal beat, because of the thin smile thrown by Mas Naufal to Mbak Hafiza.
"Why, Fik.?" Ask Mommy to Mas Naufal.
"Fikri wants to go home after a short break, Nda. Fear later not dry will even bring home wet clothes, can be angry with Mother. Mother knows how Mom is." Answer Mas Naufal.
Mother Ikah smiled faintly listening to the explanation of Mas Naufal, while imagining the face of Mbak Rani who was nagging. "Yes, and that's what makes Mother often miss the same Sister Rany. Yes, Fiza's Ma'am Mas Ali's bag was brought to the back." Said Mother Ikah.
"Enggeh Mother." Mbak Hafiza replied then immediately grabbed the bag belonging to Gus Ali and immediately took him to the back with the view of Mas Naufal who continued to follow him behind his bowed head.
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Rays from the burning afternoon Sun, coupled with strong winds make the dust fly to form an oasis that dazzles the eye. Also dazzling the eyes of Mas Naufal who seemed to see the shadow of Mbak Hafiza who was standing under the Sirsak tree on the side of the highway to intercept the passing angkot.
Mas Naufal deliberately ran his car slowly to make sure that what he saw was clearly Mbak Hafiza. And the closer the car driven by Mas Naufal the more clearly visible if the girl who uses a pastel color with a quadrilateral hijab typical of children Pesantren, it is true the presence of Mbak Hafiza.
The car stopped right in front of Mbak Hafiza, until it seemed clear the look of surprise Mbak Hafiza, especially when the window of the car opened and revealed the face of Mas Naufal who was filled with a smile was greeting Mbak Hafiza, said Hafiza, making the owner of the name Hafiza semamin lowered his head with a continuous pounding like his chest was about to explode.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma'am Hafiza." Sapa Mas Naufal's.
"Wa'alaikumussalam." Mbak Hafiza replied short as both hands continued to squeeze the end of the bag strap slung on his shoulder.
"You want to go to college.?" Mas Naufal said again, still maintaining his sweet thin smile.
"Enggeh."
"It looks like we're in the same direction. Monggo with."
"Mboten, Mas Naufal. Mature suwun. (No, Mas Naufal. Thank you.)"
"Four hours are tough, Ms. Fiza. It'd be better if it'd be with me." Mas Naufal said again, but this time by turning off the engine of his car.
"Estu, you need mboten, Mas.( Seriously, I don't have to.)"
"Surely, I won't pull the fare any more." Mas Naufal said again, with a smile that widened again, when he saw Mbak Hafiza who raised his head with a confused face, but mai asked clearly he did not dare. Ahrinya Mbak Hafiza just kept quiet by playing the strap of her bag.
"Just like, from here to Campus until 10 thousand." Continue to Naufal again. And ahirnya with a hard effort by Mas Naufal, Mbak Hafizapun smitten follow Mas Naufal Car even though by sitting in the back seat, even with the back seat, and it is enough to make Mas Naufal already terseyum wide with occasional whistling follow the strains of love songs belonging to the top band.
Mas Naufal occasionally spoke to Mbak Hafiza in a relaxed manner, without realizing by Mas Naufla that actually the person who was sitting on the bench behind his hands was ice cold because the gugub also because of the pounding on his chest that did not want to be silent.
Until the car driven by Mas Naufal really stopped in front of the gate of the Campus, Mbak Hafiza still irrit talk and pound it also does not want to disappear just like that. In fact, even more embarrassing when Mbak Hafiza had already come down and thrust 10 thousand money to Mas Naufal as a fare, his entire body shook like someone who was starving, starving, he made Mas Naufal laugh.
"Take the money to buy Cilok, Miss Fiza. Thank you for enough of the sampean. Because that was just an excuse. The truth is that I really want to deliver sampean, while the goodness does not need to overheat and arrive late at the Campus, and the beauty is that I am relieved, until also relieved safely." Mas Naufal.
"But the contract paid." Ma'am Hafiza said he ventured.
"Well, if you force it. The money I received, and now I give it to Sampean."
"Now that is."
"It's just a formula, Miss Fiza. As I said earlier, there is truth and goodness that give birth to beauty. And the highlight of the beauty is the Mahabbah. Assalamu'alaikum" said Mas Naufal, then immediately restarted his car engine and drove forward his car after hearing a greeting from Mbak Hafiza who was still not sure what he had just heard.
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