The Girl Owner of the Heart of the Ustadz
GPHSU: The Beginning Before that...
Halloo
Assalamualaikum all of it
first of all, I want to explain yes kl for example this does look very similar to the story before before. Kl y'all think I have no other idea is wrong guys, the reason I was because too ngeship same ustadz we nih wkwk. I don't know for what reason but for sure, there will be different paths... Only the female lead was replaced... Dila Nurul Cahyaningrat
Happy reading all...
crying...
The sound of alarm broke the silence of the room and made the occupants disturbed as a result. Now at exactly 2 am that hour has rang wake up someone who is coiled in a blanket comfortably in a bed like a sun bear is hibernating hehe
Both eyelids move in motion a sign that the person is awake. Seemed a bright black colored eyeball opened and evaporated at a glance covered one of his palms.one was Dila. It is like the habit of waking up at this hour to perform sunnah prayers.
Dila drank a glass of water in the nightstand. Then he picked up clothes and towels and went to the bathroom to clean his body. After the bath, Dila went into the room to perform tahajjud prayer. Finally the Tahajjud prayer was finished he did next he raised his hand to pray. The Quran awaits the coming of the time of the Lord.
Skips...
A few moments later, the Fajr Prayer was completed and he moved towards the kitchen. Before heading towards the kitchen Dila first to the room of his sister.
The door of Dayu's room is open, it looks like Dayu is still enjoying his dream realm. Dila could only sigh as she placed her hands on her waist like an upset mother waking her child.
"Still sleeping deck, good yes swimming in dreamland. Astagfirullah look smile at his own smile" muttered Dila saw his sister was drifting in a dream while smiling a smile
Suddenly an idea slipped in his mind. If in a cartoon like there are lights out the light. Ets, do not be so'udzon first to a brother who loves his sister, even though he is ignorant of her but still a limited adition sister. Not sold in the market and gk can be tuker added.
He went to the kitchen to make a special breakfast for his sister, namely a cow's egg nasgor and a glass of milk hilo teen for his beloved brother. Dila finished making nasgor, fragrant masya Allah until the sleeping one wants to eat it immediately. Nasgor is his favorite food especially made by chef mba Dila must be appetizing.
When he was busy stirring a glass of milk, suddenly there was a surprise that made him Dayu. Dila immediately gasped in shock and almost jumped.
"dad!? astagfirullah, your habit of deck always makes my heart almost dislodged tau tak !?"pekik Dila was surprised.
"mba dila don't get angry dong, hehe" said Dayu who giggled small.
Dayu also issued the most powerful moves as usual. Not to forget the pleading gaze wanted the candy to be displayed as well.
"yes, you must have kissed mba cuisine right, hayo ngaku" Guess Dila
Look mba Dila it likes to really guess, Dayu just grinned the horse and nodded without any harm earlier already ngaggetin mbanya. Stomach affairs no one, no debate. Then Dayu was about to sit down and take the nuggets that had been cooked apart from the nasgor.
"hii.. Don't take it, it's good to take a shower first" said Dila who brushed off his sister's hand.
"hehe yes mba it's me, his sister mba dila beautiful in the whole sky otw want to take a shower" said Dayu while running immediately to take a change of clothes and towards the bathroom.
While Dila? Do not be asked again in addition to his eel saw the behavior of this one sister. Fortunately sister, kl was not sent to the south coast haha.
After bathing then Dayu ate his food with greed and rushed to prepare to go to school. Dayu also attended high school in the State High School which was just a walk as well. Dila is an alumni of the school and is eager to continue his education as high as the sky rich in stars. But stymied the cost even really hope to get a scholarship for college alias college.
"assalamualaikum"pamit Dayu kissed her right hand.
"waalaikumsalam, learn the real deck" reply Dila.
Dayu disappeared from his sight, Dila just had breakfast and continued cleaning his house. Suddenly the tone of the notification on his phone reads.he looked at the screen of his phone, it turns out chat from his best friend in dubai that he missed so much.
...Nessa calling 📍...
Nessa
assalamualaikum. How are my friends ?
^^^Dila ^^
^^^waalaikumsalam. Alhamdulillah good. What about you? when to return to Indonesia?^^^
Nessa
Thank goodness, sorry I have not been able to return to Indonesia. I want to go to college here. What about your college?
^^^Dila^^
I haven't been to college, nothing yet
Nessa
^^^Dila^^
^^aamiin. Well, not how. I haven't met him. Still looking for information hehe^^^
Nessa
Oh not yet. I'll see you later for a photo don't forget. Trus kl photo a little closer seems still reasonable. Don't get far hehe. Look, who knows what fits
^^^Dil^^
^^^don't ngaco, that's where it might happen. I'm just his fan^^^^
Nessa
who knows the soul mate ye do not hehe. kl so hopefully yaa. Want to continue. Wassalamualaikum
^^^Dila^^
^^^ck yes, waalaikumsalam^^^
Ustadz Alfi was a famous ustadz who became his idol Dila. He has a handsome and very good look. Moreover, the way to dakwah is very enjoyable. Just thinking about it has made a smile smile of its own aww
"Yeah!! I'm huss huss. Inget, ustadz can't be your lyrics. Fans aja hope many will mellow themselves when the soul mate has been launching" the voice of Dila
He does not want if later even disappointed and hurt because of men. Simply admire and wish the best for the success of the idol. Meeting just once is already profitable, do not want to think like that.
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...Tok.dok...
Dila's activities were stopped because of the sound of knocking on the door and he happened to clean the living room in. The broom handle was placed injured in the television closet.
"Who is visiting?"thought Dila.
there was someone who knocked on the door of Dila's house.he immediately stood up to open the door. When he opened the door, it turned out to be a mail courier.
"assalamualaikum mba" someone's greeting.
"waalaikumsalam, yes find out who ya mas" replied Dila had opened the door.
"it's a package for Dila N.C.is mba alone ?"ask the courier .
"yes I myself mas." replied Dila who smiled looking at the courier.
Dila's smiling face added to her beauty and sweetness. Into the sunlight and a little wind made the courier instantly fascinated. Although Dila looks familiar with her instant hijab.
"so nice people yes, friendly again."bathin the courier.
"why are you staring at me so?"ask dila.
"eh this mba. please sign."the courier's surprise caught mandangin mulu face Dila and resist embarrassment.
he left after the letter was signed. Dila shook her head and chuckled slightly then went back into the living room and continued cleaning the house.
Finally the homework business was finished as well and he chose to read immediately a letter that he thought was strange. I was very curious about the letter.
sreek...
the sound of a long-sized white envelope was torn by Dila. When the letter was seen, Dila was shocked not to play see the logo of the University of Jogja that he wanted.
"Yes Allah? I. I got the Scholarship"Pekik Dila
Dian's heart was very happy and immediately prostrated thanks for her scholarship. In addition, there is also a sense of unease in the heart because other desires are afraid that they cannot be achieved. Dila decided to search for information on social media and also google. a few hours later he found the address of the place where alfi ustadz and his da'wah team.
"alhamdulillah, have met his address hopefully I can meet him before leaving for Jogja." thought Dila.
Seriate...
