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Determinedly

No taxi arrived in front of the hotel. Bryan's down. Mr. Ali paid the taxi fare and then came down.

“His stomach still hurts Sir?"

"Yes. Still feels. I think I should go to the toilet right away. Oh yeah, Bryan, you want to take a break?"

"Yes sir, I feel so tired."

“Good. O yes, how about tomorrow after dawn prayer we chat while walking along the beach. I hope my stomach ache is healed."

"Well, gladly sir."

"Then if you want to pray dawn I will be bought. We were in the mosque together. From our mosque directly road. I'll give you a beautiful story. You must be happy to hear that."

"Good Sir. Come sir, assalamu 'alaikum." Bryan.

"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. I'll see you tomorrow." Bryan hurried to the elevator, while Mr. Ali went to the toilet. The hotel is still crowded. Some people are still chatting in the hotel lobby. Two white men appeared to be seriously talking to the white-robed Arab. From the way he wears the kafayeh he looks - he is a bay man. Lourantos Restaurant located not far from the lobby is also crowded with visitors.

Arriving at Bryan's room immediately spread his body. He waited for his eyes to close. The phone in his room rang. He really didn't want that phone. He forced her to rise up and lift her up. From Kirana.

“Hei Mas Engineer, how come you're home anyway?" Sound from the phone.

"Yes, invited by Mr. Ali who has a stomachache. I'm also tired.”

“Should if you want to go home say - say dong. Thanks, the fish grilled. Mr. Juneidi is very satisfied. I really want to give her a special gift. But Mas Engineers go home anyway?"

"What's the gift ?"

"You know?"

“Yes."

"Special kiss from me."

“What? Special kiss?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Kirana's special kiss is what kind of kiss?"

"French kiss, French kiss."

"Want to give me a French kiss? Ah right?"

"Really, really! But Bryan went home anyway.

So sorry dech ya."

"Ah Ma'am don't tease the poor dong."

"I'm not flirting, seriously. I really want to give Mas Bryan that kiss earlier, dear Mas hunted home.”

"I feel lucky."

“Iya because if you get a typical French kiss from Mbak, for me it is not a gift, but a disaster!’

"So calamity?”

“Iya.”

"Can a French kiss from me be a disaster to you!?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Seriously!? No kidding, n!?"

"Seriously! Very serious!"

"Can you explain why it's a disaster?"

"The explanation is long, tomorrow only! What is clear is that you need to remember well - I am not a Caucasian! Yes, I have to rest. Sorry!"

Bryan cut off the conversation and put down his phone while hissing in annoyance,

"Basedar women educated in France do not know there is courtesy. Al already know I am a student Al want to be equated with Caucasian only! Cinnacle time!"

The phone in his room rang again. He let it go. He didn't touch it at all. He believes it's Kirana's phone who may be emotional or curious. The phone rang - ringing to death. Bryan took the water wudhu . Reading prayers. Shrink AC . And ready to sleep. The phone in his room rang.

He was reading the Verse of the Chair. He did not flinch from the place of his death. The phone kept ringing until it finally died on its own. He does not need to lift it, anyway if the longevity of tomorrow can meet and talk at length why the gift of the kiss for him is a disaster.

While in El Muntazah, Kirana looked furious and furious. How dare the young man just cut off the conversation. And dare - how dare he look one eye at himself. Her thought. Just this time he was not considered even to be underestimated by a young man. What made him furious this time was precisely the person he did not count on at all.

"Basar kampung kolot youth! Conservative boy!

Bahlul bin fool youth! Watch out later!" Snarled.

The people who noticed Kirana's behavior wondered. What happened to the Ambassador's Princess? Who is that young man he said was a colot? Who was that young man he cursed?

After reading the Ayat Kursi Bryan could not go straight to sleep. He felt something was wrong today. What is wrong is his interest in Mr. Ambassador's child and his expectations are not - no to him. After nine years, only this time his heart - his attracted to a girl.

In the past at the pesantren, when at Madrasah Aliyah he once felt like a santriwati who in his eyes was very charming. Name's Salwa. In addition to his face which he thought was like an angel, his voice was very melodious. Santriwati from Pati won the MTQ level T city. But he could only hold his love in his heart. For he knew, Salwa had been betrothed by the eldest son of the Pesantren Nanny, Gus Mifdal. After that, he did not open his heart again.

What he was surprised, inexplicably when he heard the achievements of Princess Mr. Ambassador was his heart felt something else. He admired the girl. When he saw his face, he was amazed. Then when he was just a little closer already felt what he used to feel towards Salwa. He must confess that he is in love with Kirana and wishes that he was not - no. He himself wondered, why?

This is not the first time I have met a beautiful girl. He often helps office fathers and often meets their daughters who are not inferior. But he felt ordinary. He even had umrah and guided pilgrims from the city of J. Among the worshipers there is a photo model who is still in college in the city of J. Name's Vera. The beautiful model looks interested in her. Because after Vera returns to town J often calls her and sends her a package. But he's not interested in her at all. Vera is now a soap star. And he didn't ask for anything just to say hello to her. He was not at all interested in the photo of the model because of his lifestyle that he considered was not in line with his soul. And the way of dress that he thinks is not polite despite having repeatedly umrah and Hajj. In his heart he said firmly,

"Beauty yes. But if you can't keep the aurat, don't have shame, don't wear the hijab, don't love a religious way of life, that's not the girl I want!"

His standard for a prospective wife at a minimum is Salwa. And that standard he never lowered. But somehow when meeting kirana who is the way of saying and the way of life, according to him, is no different from Vera his heart can be melted. Why did he lower the standards he had been guarding for years. That his future wife, at least is a woman who veiled tightly, can read the Quran and have tasted the life of pesantren.