Proof of Love Kang Santri

Proof of Love Kang Santri

The debate between zadid and lestari is so obvious with the angry expression of a lastri.

Zadid comes to apologize to Dilla about the matter, and tries to help Dila to return to Fauzi.

"So she's Syifa not dila?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"You familiar?" Lastri asked, again zadid nodded.

"Why are you hiding this, huh??" Ask the angry pastri.

Actually, lastri is a person who had been silent to like zadid only since the presence of Dila or syifa turned out to be zadid wished to the woman until the feeling of jealousy was fostered. But he chose to hide his taste.

"Because I liked it a long time ago."

"But that doesn't mean you did this. You know how hurt he was at the time? I thought you were also a good man who at that time allowed Dila to stay in your house."

"Not that,"

"Then what huh? you took advantage of the situation. I'm sorry I loved you." Lastri's words made Zadid look up.

"W-what.ka-you?"

"Yes, it is. But I was stupid then."

"Bag.."

"I'll find dilla."

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SHOCK, of course, the feeling was experienced by women who stopped their steps aka pecking in place. Another with Fauzi who tried to stand up, there was a feeling of disbelief as well as shock. Is that woman really Syifa?

"Shyfa." Sluggishly.

Syifa

Syifa

As if the name was spinning in Dila's head and it felt like it was very painful in the head, his hands squeezing his head trying to remember, Who is Syifa and what does it have to do with the name.

"Arreghh.." His breath was breathless, another with a panicked Fauzi coming towards Dila with a million questions in his head.

"Fa?"

Dilla's limp, lucky Fauzi was behind her to support the woman's body from behind, kept squeezing sweaty heads and the world seemed to spin.

"Fa?" Panic Fauzi.

Now in the foyer of the hospital mosque, out of nowhere the two met and without hypocrisy Dila was comfortable in this position. The two sat down with Dilla in front holding their heads while Fauzi was on the back.

"Quiet Fa.." Fauzi whispered like cold water to Dila.

"...." - ".Dilla's breathing began to calm and regular make Fauzi slightly breathed a sigh of relief.

"W-who's Syifa?" Dilla asked, his body weak he just let his body position powered up now.

Fauzi was silent for a moment

"Huh?"

"Who's Syifa?" Ask again.

"You're Syifa."

"Not." Dila said, he kept his body away from Fauzi's backrest then switched to keep his distance with Fauzi.

"I'm Dila." Dilla said then, of course Fauzi laughed insipidly, it is impossible that he was wrong people were clearly clear that the woman next to him sitting with a radius of one meter was his wife, Syifa.

"What's going on?" Asked Fauzi, he was confused by this incident he did not even understand, his heart was even inversely proportional to his face which tended to start flat.

The woman shook her head. But considering that she is also looking for a husband, is this person next to her husband? Her mind began to race to the destination, but did not her husband not live in this area.

"Fa, do you know who I am??!" Ask Fauzi.

"Who did you forget?"

"I'm dila."

"No!!"

"Why?"

"You're syifa. My wife." Fauzi said with a serious look, he continued to stare from beside the face of the woman who kept her head down.

"I'm your husband."

"A-a-I don't remember."

"Kh!!." Fauzi rubbed a rough face, why is everything like this. He reached into the pocket of pants and cocoa, apparently he did not bring a wallet. Though he could have brought evidence for Syifa like a wedding photo for example. Dann wait if Syifa doesn't remember how it means..... Amnesiacs.

"Astaghfirullah." Inner Fauzi.

"Fa, I'm your husband." Fauzi said seriously, Dila or Syifa was jolted and then turned their eyes to clash between confident and unsure..

"the evidence?"

Fauzi snorted, "That's him I forgot not to bring a wallet." Fauzi said with a serious look.

Silent...

"Then where can I put my trust in you?" Tanya Dila looked down.

"You have to believe in me." Fauzi's words made Syifa look to the side. I don't know why this guy was arguing.

"What's that?"

"I am your husband."

"Where's the evidence?"

"I admit you as a wife."

"But I don't trust you as a husband." Said Dila annoyed,

"Come on the Fa, you have to believe....Emm." Fauzi recalled something, he glanced at his finger that was still embedded in his black bead wedding ring glancing towards the female finger at the side but there was no ring there.

"Do you have a wedding ring?" Ask Fauzi. "I have proof of just a ring, so if you don't have the same ring as this eat maybe I'm the wrong person." His image showed his embedded finger.

"The ring is the same ring, which I keep." Dilla is patterning while being. From the expression alone Fauzi could guess that this woman was indeed the right person he was looking for.

"So?"

"Hem." Dila cleared her throat and nodded. "But is there any other evidence?" Tanya Dila hesitated.

Fauzi was silent and lowered his head.

"Evidence of love santri kang, there is." He said that made Dila squeak and a little familiar with the word, but where?

"meaning?" He saw the appearance of Fauzi wearing a sarong, "You're a santri?" Ask the girl plain.

YES SALAAMM

"Not."

"Continue?"

"Your husband."

"Let's just, let Syifa lose her memory, the proof of love of the santri kang still remains the same as the story. At least until you recover later, I will fight to recover good memories of us. Sorry to realize for a while that you're still on the ground."

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Belom typo correction, just look at it continuously even though it can not be up every day okay

end is going to be, be patient.