Return of Romantic Artists

Asan, The Romantic Man

“Mir, tuh.. There's Asan. In front of the mosque!” goda Direction.

I'm turning. “Ciee.. Want to see the pujaan your heart is yes.” goda Arifah again

I stepped on Arifah's foot. “Aw!” pekik Direction.

“Indeed why? He's just him! Don't tease me ah!” my snapping.

Arifah put his hands together and apologized to me. Huh! The direction is so. Whenever there is Asan, Arifah always teases me. I was embarrassed to meet Asan. Because of the direction!

“You are! Don't tease me anymore huh!” I screamed with a red face.

“Ya, yes.. I no longer tease you with Asan.” replied Arifah loudly. Asan.

“What's up? How come someone called my name?” asan asked in a daze, he looked at me and the direction.

“E..No! Just your feeling once!” I replied embarrassedly while pushing Arifah's body to the edge of the corridor.

“You anyway! Don't be hard dong!” myrag. Again, Arifah apologized. Huh! Want 100-1,000 times he apologized, certainly will not stop.

Tet.. Tet.. Tet.. The sound of the bell of the Quran reads. Arifah and I immediately went to the mosque. This is where we teach. I'm a group with an Direction. Although, different 1 juz memorization

“Assalamualaikum!” greet Asan and Hada to all members of our group. “Wa..Walaikumussalam.” I replied shyly. Asan smiled at me and immediately sat down in front of me. NYEESS.Mukaku instantly blushed after seeing her smile and seeing her sitting right in front of me. Just like in a dream!

After all had read, Ustadz Rizal announced something.

“Oh yes! Next week, there's a rote race in the subdistrict. Ustadz will choose from you the most memorized,” explains Ustadz Rizal. The kids immediately exclaimed. “Amira and Asan ustadz! They've memorized 7 juz!” “Ya, then the ones who participated in the race are Amira and Asan. Later after the prayer, you practice, yes, in the teacher's room of the Quran,” explained Ustadz Rizal. I'm appalled. Why me and Asan? Since this is fate, I cannot refuse. I finally just resigned.

Today is the day of the memorization race. Because I was the one who came the earliest, so I don't know where to gather. I finally waited for my class.

After the bell rang, there was no call for me. I'm afraid they may have already left. But I keep my fear.

Cklek! My classroom door is open. “Amira, let's go down! Bring the shoes and the bag, yes!” call someone. I looked towards the door. Asan's? I followed and immediately came down. On the stairs, I was embarrassed to walk with Asan. I've never walked with him. Although I walked slowly, Asan was still waiting for me.

“Omong-by the way, you learned last night?” ask Asan.

“I..Yes,” I replied embarrassed.

“Why embarrassed? We have been friends since SD. How, since entering High School, you become embarrassed with me, anyway?” ask Asan in wonder. I'm getting embarrassed.

remember when SD was. At that time, Kayla, Asan, Hada, Nifah, Arifah, and Candra participated in the math and Islamic olympics. Time of the race, it turns out we were separated.So room 1: Kayla, Asan, and Arifah. Room 3, Nifah and Jonah. Fourth room, Hada and Candra. And the eighth room is just me. The thing is, at that time, I was very shy. So I just kept quiet. But when the race was over, Kayla told me that Asan said something. “Ustadzah, Amira herself there? Poor him.. Ustadzah just there, yes, Amira” temenin I'm so embarrassed by the word

Hadeuh.. The love.. Love's. During the memorization race, Asan and I won 1. I'm very happy. Yeah, this is my story. Sorry if there was any mistake

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