Thank You Love

Thank You Love - Part 5

. Fauzanis.

" choose which gus. Clok model simple tpi good only stay 3. Cause it hasn't been stuck." He's kk nita. Mas faruq's wife, son of dri pak acing. And also my subscription to look for clothes. They opened a business distro for santri needs.

Right now I'm picking out the right dress for the girl I hit in the morning. I-i know. The girl did not seriously say to buy clothes. It's just that I want to buy him a robe in exchange for a robe that's already wet. Actually, that's not what's bothering me. But the look of the girl. Her face is sweet and cute without excessive makeup polish. Natural. With beautiful eyes adorned with pliable eyelashes. Cute little nose. With those lips......

Uh. Be that as it may. I think I like him. I still don't know. Like me to him this feeling of affection or only like because he's cute.

After choosing a robe that I think suits the girl. I paid. And leave the package of the robe to the receptionist santriwati. I tucked a little note in that package.

I feel like this is my path. Maybe I'll see him again. I don't know. But today I am very happy. What makes me happy. I don't know either.

Azan ashar from the mushollah hut. I immediately headed to mushollah cottage to congregate. Finished congregation, the santriwan greet me and abi. When some santriwan tsb want to kiss my hand. I immediately pulled my hand and smiled. I don't think it's appropriate to kiss my hand. And I feel awkward.

I reckon. I still have a lot to learn. I am blind to religious knowledge. Then from that. I shook off the hands of those who wanted to kiss my hands. Karna. I'm still on par with them. Atw may still be below them.

. After some of the congregation has gone out. I also went out of the Mushollah. When I came out I saw my sandals were worn by a woman who was still wearing her face. Before calling her, I made sure that it was really" my slipper. Then I called the girl who stole my sandals.

" sorry. What's up???" I heard him ask.

I look down. Well that's my sandals. He followed my eyes. Then he said again. "is this your sandal???" " yes. That's my slippers. Maybe you're wearing it wrong." I said try as quietly as possible. Because actually my heart beats because of nothing. But I can still control it.

He immediately took it off, and went up to the mushollah floor. "sorry. I. i. uh. I think it's sandalnya kaper same santri other. That's why I wear it. Sorry." He was getting nervous again. Just like in the morning. His face also began to turn red like a boiled crab. I held back my laughter from exploding right then and there. Funny kid too, I thought.

" why smile. Something is funny. You have not fainted aja slippers lost abis salat. You even smile2 is not clear. I think it's lucky there's still sandals left. It turned out to be the same. .hmmm" I saw him answering with an irritated and lethargic face.

I stopped smiling2. "want me to help you dance around here??? Maybe someone's hiding your sandals." I tried to calm him down. He just looked at me and nodded. I passed by to look for the part I didn't see. Justright. Behind the pot of ornamental plants. I saw the ash-colored sandals" silver dsana. I smiled and took it.

" is this your sandal???"

" waahhh. yes . Thanks yeah . Tp..." He looked at me suspiciously. I said, "I found it behind an ornamental plant there. Maybe someone's working on you." I said trying to explain. I saw his face relax again. After that he left with a real smile. It makes me unable to forget her smile.