Red Hooded Girl

S2. Chapter 98

"Kang Ustaz introduce this Hana. This is Ustaz Haqi his son Kiayi Bahruddin." Fahri introduces Hana and Haqi.

Hana and Haqi nodded at each other kindly. Responding to their moment of introduction without shaking hands.

"I made this bread arrangement. Sorry well I just made it now when it was a long time ago I promised to love you the bread setup," said Hana. He offered a rant containing a bread setup that had been fortified earlier.

Fahri received the bushel. "Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Han" he said.

"Together, Fahri. That's for Farah's Tea and your bang too huh," Hana said.

"Ok, ready. Ustaz Haqi can taste too, right?"

Hana glanced at Haqi. "Can" he said.

Haqi who was also glancing at Hana smiled and nodded kindly in response to Hana's words.

"Opi to Teteh house first yuk. There is still a bushel of bread for Opi and Mimin Tea" said Hana.

"Brittle. Thank you for the bread setup as well" said Opi ceria.

"Wait a minute, Nong. I get a deposit for Mimin first, let the nitip to Nong Opi only yes," said Fahri.

"Can. Can," Opi said.

"You sit down first, Han!" exciting Fahri. Then he moved from his seat to pick something up in his house.

"The Ukhti house in this village too?" haqi asked as Hana had sat down near Opi.

Hana who was downcast then raised her face looked at Haqi for a moment to answer Haqi's question. "Yes" he said.

"Hana's Tea House is near here, Taz. Three houses from here. Ustaz Haqi wants to stop by Hana Tea house huh?" opi Goda

The temptation of Opi made Hana and Haqi bow blushed.

"Ga papa or who knows if you want to make friends to know each other. Don't know then ta'aruf. Ustaz Baihaqi has no wife, right?" ask Opi.

"Not yet" Haqi replied.

Opi had opened his mouth to talk a lot but closed because of the arrival of Fahri.

"Nong, this nitip is from Farah Tea. He said it's Mimin's." Fahri handed over a fashion magazine owned by Mimin to Opi.

"Oh, yes. Opi love to Teteh later," said Opi.

"Come on Opi, let's go home" Hana asked. He got up from his sitting position.

"Come on." Opi also got up from her seat.

"I go home first Fahri," said Hana. As for Haqi, Hana just nodded kindly to say goodbye.

"Opi stay well, Taz," Opi told Haqi.

"Yes. Thank you, Opi."

"Together, Taz."

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikum salam."

"Kang Ustaz tumben my nyariin. I feel like an important person is wanted by Kang Ustaz" Fahri said after the two girls left.

Haqi is the son of K. H. Bahruddin a cleric in the city who is also the owner of the Darul Muttaqin Foundation where Fahri teaches. An institution that promotes the basis of Islamic religious education. Building several levels of schools ranging from Raudatul Athfal (RA), Madrasah Diniah Takmiliah Awaliah (MDTA) and Madrasah Tsanawiyah (MTS). The latest is SDIT.

"Begini Fahri, I'm currently focusing on preparing the curriculum of the learning program for SDIT which has just opened this academic year."

"Alhamdulillah. So this year has started to open PPDB (New Educator Admissions), Kang?"

"Goddessa. Just pray, Fahri."

"God willing, hopefully SDIT Darul Muttaqin can progress and develop rapidly. And able to realize the generation of Qur'ani like the vision and mission of our foundation."

"Amin, inshaallah. I am also currently being confused with a thesis that has not been done. Therefore, I plan to resign from the routine schedule of Tausyiah in High School X. Approximately antum can replace ana ga as a permanent speaker at SMA X. If antum is willing and able, insyaallah ana will submit the name antum as a substitute for ana at the school."

"God willing, this is a wonderful offer, Kang. If it's possible, I want Kang."

"Alhamdulillah. Thanks, Fahri. At least you reduced the burden of responsibility on my shoulders."

"Hehehe... Kang Ustaz can. Is there any other burden, Kang?"

"There was. Ummi was tired of urging candidates to bring home. Yes, if it already exists, well if there is no 'would bother."

"High-quality men like Kang Ustaz don't have a candidate yet."

"Not yet, Fahri."

"Do you want me to find you, Kang?"

"You can indeed."

"How about Hana. She fits Kang Ustaz well. Haqul sure, it fits."

"Where was that girl?"

"He's not your candidate, Fahri?"

"No, Kang. He's my best friend and also my neighbor."

"Wait, you're single too, aren't you Fahri?"

"Single, Kang .. not single."

"When there are girls near you even choose to be single. Why Fahri?"

"I mean Kang Ustaz I'm the same Hana, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"I'm the same Hana was a friend from childhood so I don't think it's possible. Because we both knew when we were kids .. both babbling."

"Huhaha...." Fahri and Haqi chuckled together.

"Fahri, do you want me?!" It was unexpected that Hana was already standing in the doorway. He again came to Fahri's house because he wanted to deliver cloth to be sewn to Farah Tea.

"Hana...?!?!" fahri was surprised.

"Fahri, that sumbelan is your feeling," hana joked.

"Astagfirullah. Ka Fahri used to be a tumbelan???" sahut Opi.

*****

One week has passed. Mimin's health condition has recovered, healthy as ever. He has already started his work. But what makes God regret this situation is the attitude of Mami who seemed to distance herself with Mimin. Make a wide distance between himself and Mimin. Even Mami hired someone to drive and pick Mimin up to work.

This practically makes the relationship between God and Mimin feel far away even though they are actually close together.

This afternoon, Mimin had just returned home from work and was picked up by Teh Esih, the person Mami assigned to take Mimin to work.

"Thank you Esih Tea" said Mimin after getting off the bike.

"Yes, Neng Mimin. Tomorrow morning I'll pick you up again at normal hours yes" said Esih Tea.

"Yes, Tea."

"Just go home first. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikum salam."

Mimin was about to enter the house when his gaze fell on the motorcycle of God. He remembered something. Wanted to give a shirt to the gods. The couple's shirt he had prepared to attend Rahma and Diev's wedding. He decided to take a bath first before meeting the Gods.

"Where are you going?" asked Mimin when he saw Sol sitting on his bike.

"I want to go home for a minute" Sol said.

"Aa uh God exists, Kang?"

"There's inside. Just come in, Min."

"Emmm...."

"Ga have a point. After all this husband and wife," said Sol still from the top of his motorcycle. "I'm walking first, Min. Assalamualaikum," said Sol.

"Waalaikum salam. Careful, Kang!"

After Sol passed, Mimin entered into a contract.

"Assalamualaikum... Oh...!"

He who did not find a God in the living room, finally looked for a God into the room. He bows his head at the door of the room that is not closed and then goes into it. God is not in that room.

He was just about to flip his body intending to leave the room when a moment later a warm breath blew his cheek.

"Waalaikum salam, Neng Mina," said the god who stood behind Mimin. Both of his hands touched Mimin's right and left arms. His head he leaned to the side near Mimin's cheek so that his breath felt warm on Mimin's smooth cheeks.

The god who felt the longing greatly missed Mimin from behind. His hands were curled up against Mimin's body.

The treatment of this God made Mimin immediately stunned. Because the God's arm that was coiled above Mimin's stomach looked wet. Mimin thinks God must have just taken a shower. Then if the new God bathing means....

"Aa kangen, Neng," said Dewa still hugging Mimin from behind.

This is the first time they have been in such a position. Making Mimin hold his breath because he felt a strange twinkle that ran all over his body.

The god turned Mimin's body so that their position was facing off and within a very close distance. Mimin was amazed to see a God who only wore a towel wrapped around his waist. Exactly as he suspected.

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