The Best Choice

Harviza 2's

Arrive at the nature studio which became the outbound place of education of the Qur'an Salakan mosque. Samira who became the committee was busy with activities that were very important and busy. Even so he still looks happy smile when his friends praise Harviza as handsome and cool ustadz.

Whatever you all, want to be handsome to be established to be cool. To me, Harviza's leg remains the number one infuriating male in place of Aslan's sir.

Samira lifted the tambourine and patted it. Comforting himself was difficult to just live the day that should have been his day of freedom from Aslan's great task.

The presence of Harviz's brother would not be just one day, two days. Oh feel I want Mr. Aslan to be out of town so you can escape.

Samira smiled with a lazy smile when behind her Harviza held the mat up with a smile.

Spread the charm continue, home from abroad looking for a mate. Substantial. Whatever-whatever-whatever. Brother is none of my business.

Samira looked at her father, pouting. He hit the tambourine even tighter when Mustofa nodded faintly.

Take Harviz, son Harviz. Abah why, mentang-about pak Mustofa his best friend. His son continues to be loved. Sebel O Allah, you know I canceled the outbound.

Samira and Salakan mosque teenagers prepare the agenda that will be carried out by TPA children. Incidentally in a nature studio there are many activities that they can do.

Embedded atmosphere and activities that take care of energy and concentration. Samira was able to be free of Harviza for two hours because he had to keep an eye on the little boys who were still in high energy. While the man was only on the outskirts of the outbound playground. Observing Samira's activities that he had not found abroad while capturing the moment well on his cellphone camera.

"Sister, look for Abah as much as Tama." cried Samira while shaking her waist. Breathing gasps. The girl who wore an instant black headscarf and had been bathed in sweat and mud came to Harviza who was in an iron swing.

"Sister, look for Abah same om!" Samira wiggles the iron swing on purpose.

Harviza turned his head, took off the bluetooth headset while smiling.

"Why, Sam?" Harviza bowed before coming out of an iron swing reminiscent of her childhood feeling Samira in her family's boarding school.

A cute but adorable little Samira. Now it is still so, even more adorable after adulthood.

Harviza smiled, before her eyes Samira reminded her of their childhood. Dirty, dry, and must face Muh Tama with a pile of hearts. But that was when the two took time to play on the sidelines of the schedule of activities in the boarding school that berjubel now Harviza sure Samira was no longer afraid, but lazy.

"Have you finished playing?"

Samira scratched the bottom of her itchy eyelids. "In search Abah same om, told to gather in pendopo. The brother was also told to help take the rice box in the parking lot, which told him to. Not committee!" said Samira cynically.

Harviza smiled faintly. Indeed, he did not expect the playmates who often disturbed him as a child increasingly more disturbing after a long time did not meet.

"If the committee who told me to stay, Sam. You clean up there." Harviza keeps his cell phone and bluetooth headset in his pants pocket.

Samira turned around without heeding Harviza's smile. He was already too itchy after doing a tug of war in the artificial rice fields and bathing was his goal after the venerable Mustofa told him to look for his favorite boy.

"Secret!" Samira grimaced lazily.

"Oh God, Sam. So it's true Abah said you're still pissed at me? Same thing I did?" Harviza prevented Samira's move. On the other hand, from a distance Mustofa and Muh Tama saw the two with their eyes out.

Samira ruffled his waist, he slightly raised his chin haughtily. His eyes looked at Harviza without any hint of fuss. Anyway only to the man Samira does not need manners. Both Samira and Harviza understood each other how they went through childhood to Junior High with full of problems and togetherness in Muh Tama's private house behind the boarding school. After entering high school, Samira who was tired of religious-based education asked to go home and at that time Harviza was heartbroken.

"Obviously I'm still the same sister even though my sister has apologized many times" said Samira.

Harviza extended her hand. "I'm sorry again then."

"Sister is not wrong, only I'm still looking at you now!" Samira melengos, her body is getting itchy. He rushed to the hordes of mosque teenagers who were huddling.

Samira grunts. "Well, by the way, I'm the same honorable guest."

All Salakan mosque teenagers just smile widely.

"Ati-ati kak, later from before so seneng right." as well as teenagers who are still waiting their turn to take a bath.

Samira looked at Harviza who remained smiling with a bewildered heart.

"I'm not wrong but he's still wrong." Harviza shook her head as she followed her adorable teenage mosque boy with a black peci on his head to the parking lot.

"Where does Samira work, deck?" ask Harviza.

"In the company, brother. So the boss's personal assistant is great."

Harviza raised an eyebrow. "Which company?"

"Lack of knowledge, ask Abah." The teenage boy smiled, no good.

Harviza smiled and nodded. "Later I ask Abah, thank you this has been allowed to join your outbound."

"Same brother, besides if Abah has said this must be this, can't be it!" I was scared, then grimaced "Lagian sister brought her own car so there's no reason to refuse."

Harviza. He knew very well how Mustofa had been fighting all along. Only to his only daughter would he succumb and act calm, and that seemed to be the case if Aslan was reckless to love Samira and wanted to live together.

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