The Angel of Gus

Season 3

The days passed, Aisya who changed her nickname to Princess was currently ingrained in her.

It was not that he did not want to be called by the name of Aisya, remembering past memories that Rasya did not glance at him at all, even his last sweet words were enough to make him carried away at once also empty.

Aisya considered what Rasya said at the time to be a form of expression of his love, but after Rasya's departure, Aisya turned his statement into a mere compliment.

I thought it was a t-shirt

Uh, it was a shirt

I thought it was serious

Uh, it was just a joke. Uluhhh nyesek !

The breeze hit part of his face, remembering how his life was so unlucky in terms of romance. The postures and cuek that was his former nature, much different from now after the arrival of Rasya. Aisya's life revolves around pursuing the love she considers to be true.

"It turns out my steps have come so far" he murmured with a faint smile behind his niqab.

"Asalammualaikum, Put's tea.."

"Astagfirullah, uh yes waalaikumsalam."

"Afwan tea, just want to nyampein if the Princess tea is called ustazah Bila !"

"Na'am, shukron deck."

"Afwan teh. if that's Ana pamit, asalammualaikum," he said passed away.

"Waalaikumsalam to wb.."

Why did ustazah call me huh ?

Is it not him, Rasya's mother ? Mumbled Aisya asked inwardly.

His feet stepped towards the house of ustazah Bila.

Dag dig dug der Aisya's heart beat irregularly to meet the woman who was none other than the parent of the man she loved.

Because Bila never taught in his class, but occasionally met at Umi Bul²'s house when he helped beberes there.

"Asalammuaalicum.." Aisya said hello after successfully gathering courage in her nervousness.

"Goddessalam.."

Degs..

It was not Ustazah Bila who opened the door, but someone with a handsome face typical of waking up who greeted him.

"Eh mbak Putri, enter mbak please !"

Aisya just nodded. He tried to sigh slowly but he did it several times to calm his heartbeat.

"Afwan Mas, uh Gus.what's Ustazah When there are ?"

Rasya smiled hearing Aisya call it by 2 names. Because Aisya always called him Mas, but when all the santri considered him with the word Gus, he felt ashamed of himself. Even the word mas sounds very romantic according to him. Is that not too much ?

"Don't be forced if you're uncomfortable. Just call me Mas as usual !" Rasya said which made Aisya smile while nodding.

"You want to meet Umi ?" Aisya nodded.

"Sit down first ! I'll call Umi." Again just a nod of the head that Aisya could give as the answer. Whether there was anything with him at the moment, it was a shame that suddenly appeared when dealing directly with Rasya. Wasn't there never a shaming moment ?

Allah is omnipresent in turning the hearts of men who managed to make an Aisha Princess aware of her attitude that is so far from the prayer.

"Asalammualaikum ustazah.." he said as he looked at the ustazah when approaching.

"Waalaikumsalam wr wb." he replied with a friendly smile.

"What does ustazah call me ?"

"Look, I am busy every day not only in pesantren, but also I teach outside pesantren. Can the Princess help me prepare some materials for the children ?"

"But Ustazah, am I able to help ustazah in this matter ? My religion alone is not commensurate with ustazah," said Aisya felt inappropriate.

"I already know all about you Princess, you're a student at the same college as Rasya right ? There's no way you don't know my son" he said, making Aisya surprised instead of playing.

"Where do ustazah know I'm a student ?" ask her nervously.

When he asked his parents for permission to enter the pesantren, at that time he hid his senses as a student.

Only Umi Bul² and Kyai Farhan know.

"I beg ustazah, please don't tell anyone that I'm a student !"

"Alright, but to be fair you must also help me ! How ?"

"Na'am ustazah, I'm ready."

It is not without reason that I told you to help prepare the material, Princess.

Except all of this was Rasya's request..

Whatever makes my child happy, why should I refuse to do it ?

Seeing how you are, I remember how my struggle for 5 years to get Aqil's brother in those days..

Love makes us crazy...

No matter the santri or women in general, if the business is the heart.

***Whatever the waves hit, as loud as a rock I stand. This beautiful dream is our right to fight for it, although still destiny is perfect above all else.

The rain is my simple happiness

The rain is beautiful to me, the rain is pleasant.

I feel important when I'm alone.

No need to talk, what else is a crowd

I can create my own happiness

I don't have to wait for the night to pick up the dreamer.

Because I live in imagination...

I don't need to fall in love to feel what love is..

I don't have to lose to feel sad and empty. Just stand staring at the slowly setting sun, like a smiling princess sleeping in a contest.

"Love me because of God, and I will love you because of God. Allah has promised that through Rasullullah, every servant will be gathered with the one he loves..

love those who love for Allah, and be fortunate that you will be gathered with them" H. R. Muslim (No.1520)

He thought the hardest thing in his life was to understand his feelings, it wasn't. Controlling the guesswork is difficult. Conjecture can make feelings become chaotic. If sadness can arise because of conjecture, then it can disappear from that as well.

If I sincerely love you unconditionally, why be afraid to compete with those who have a lot of possessions ?

What I want to live with you in joy and sorrow..

Pioneering from the zero of real life, harmony that is never forgotten or even lost in memory.

Truly, I look forward to where God will unite us in the trials ahead.

Where God tests my patience I will pursue your love, take you on the right path together and make you perfect for our religion.

Rasha syafaraz

***Hayo...Actually Rasya know if the Princess is Aisyanya ?

If he knows, why not be honest and admit that he knows him ?

Didn't Rasya have a special mission ?

huahhh just wait...

a little important up ya guys...

Author for the same idea of the novel next pf.

Don't forget***..

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