The Blue-Smeared Woman

I miss not knowing the Rimbanya

Afternoon in Tarim City, a man sitting in the Balcony of the Apartment looked loosely at the multi-storey buildings, he held his cellphone and occasionally looked at the cellphone screen and smiled

"Hey, Hanan, Madza ta'maliin?" Hamzah who suddenly came surprised his daydream.

"Hamza? I'm looking for someone."

Hamzah is his college friend. Hamzah who comes from East Timor is very good and attention to Hanan. There are Arab descendants from her mother.

"Ayyowah, Man huh? watch aw laa?"

"Jaidan." Hanan smiled and looked back at the screen.

Hap.

With one arrest, Hamzah also managed to reach Hp Hanan.

"Hey, you're cheating." Hanan's words to Hamzah.

"Hi hi. I won't see that you won't allow it" Hamzah said.

"Look! I'm not banning it."

Hamzah also stared at the screen of the phone that was already dark.

"Ish, what is this." Hpnya is dead and encoded.

Hamzah returned Hanan's phone upset.

"Ha ha, come here, look at this!" Hanan also reopened his phone and showed a photo of himself and Zila 2 years ago.

"You said she was pretty? she's gonna wear a Niqab, knowing she's pretty, maybe her face is spotty, or maybe worse than that,"

"Hus, I'm sure this woman is very beautiful."

"Where did you meet him, why did he lean his head on you?"

"2 years ago."

"What!!! majnun Anta, 2 years? ago?" Hamzah shook his head and sat on the floor of the Balcony.

"At that time we accidentally met on the plane, he was so arrogant in my opinion, just acquaintance he did not want to."

"He's not arrogant, but he keeps his eyes on kaleee, look! she's a veiled woman."

"But his attitude intrigued me, I've been looking for him at some school here, but no one knows."

"How about we put it on FB? maybe someone will recognize him?"

"Oh, yes! but.what's not too much, how about the family recognize him and see he's leaning on a man's shoulder, or maybe now he's married!"

"Where do we know we're not trying."

"All right, I'll put it on my FB."

O woman who does not know the Rimbanya

Behind the graceful veil

Seeing you is like an opium to me

If the universe allows it to return

Bring him with the wind to me

I'll pin him down with YOUR blessing

Post with photo.

no long comment flooded the veranda Hanan. There are some women who also comment pedes. Someone was directly private

("Hanan, who is that woman? is she your boyfriend?")

("Hanan, did you reject me because of that veiled girl?")

And many more. But none of the private chat was replied Hanan.She only added new posts.

He also opened his door.

O angel from heaven

Look at this lonely poet *

look at your graceful face

I'll pin you up with a basmallah

Post*.

before long, popping up comments from his best friend.

"Cuit-cuit, sweetness, who the hell is that lucky girl?"

"I want dooong!"

"I'm assuming doong!"

so many more comments are included in Hanan's posts.and there are some friends also share on their homepage.

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"Mita, wait!" Emre apda Mita.

"What's wrong?"

"Where are you going? just in a hurry." Said again.

"You look at Zila Mas, he suddenly called and asked for a look." Said again.

"Can I come? I'll be familiar with the prospective sister-in-law," he said.

"Well, I can do it, I told you, I haven't opened my heart to it."

"Any more effort, can ya?"

"Well, but as usual I'm sitting in the back?" Her request.

"okay." They also walked to the car park. Emre looks like a smile full of happiness.

They get to the car and enter at each door. Along the way Mita looks a lot silent, as well as Emre, he even often stole a look at his wife's face wrapped in the veil.after a 30-minute trip they reached the destination, because today the schedule to visit, Zila is allowed to sit with family.

"Aren't you the same as Mr Emre?"

"He who wants to follow Zil."

"Candidate Sister-in-law Zila, hihi."

"Sister, may I speak to you both, Brother."

"Emang is as important as Zil," said Emre again.

"Sorry sir, this is our secret." Zila grabbed her brother's hand and took him away.

I'm your family, too, Zil

Guman Emre

"So, where did you start?"

"What the hell is Zil? how nervous is that?"

"Anu Kak, 2 years ago when Zila left for Tarim, there was someone who took a photo of Zila without Zila's knowledge."

"What a picture Zil is, how do you look scared."

"Last night Zila in the congregation Kak, same Ustadzah room."

"Lho can!"

"Let's see Brother's HP." Zila also took Hp Her sister opened the screen on the homepage of FB. He also wrote the name, H. nan.

"Sister, look at this?"

Mita's eyes widened, her mouth wide open and covered instantly by her sister.

"Sister, shut up." Said Zila while still keeping her sister's mouth shut.

"This is your photo, how can I back up?"

"Yes Brother, I also do not know if there are photos like this 2 years ago."

"Here, let me inbox."

"Sir, wait, what is it you want to say?"

"Yes tell me, tell me to delete that photo, why else?"

"Where if he even met, that's him again Zila!"

"Well, let's meet! what hard!"

"Ah, this brother doesn't understand what? look at his words, he's been looking for Zila 2 years since he met it?"

"If she says she likes Zila, take it." Mita even teases her sister who is dizzy again 7 around.

"Yeee, Brother, don't know."

"If he's a student of Zila's too, demanding his knowledge here, Tarim, of course he's a good man and he's."

"How does Brother know? not necessarily the same time, brother."

"We'll just meet him, or the big brother who met him, how?"

"As for Brother ah, Zila doesn't want to!"

Ting tong, blah......

"Well, brother, visiting hours are up, come on!"

Zila and Mita also walked to the original place, and found Emre who, still sitting sweet while playing his HP.

"Where are you guys going? very long!"

"Let's go home!"

- Lho, how come home, I have not known Zila!"

"Entar, now I need Master's help to meet someone!"

"Someone?"

SERIATE....