The Heart Attraction Club

Fastabiqul Khoirot's

" Your fingers are open

Dust blasts the wind from the sand you spilled

The snack yesterday afternoon was eaten by an ox that ran through your father's bush

But you're not crying because of that, baby

Hurry home!

Your brothers don't know the new enemy you've made

If you ask, you answer

'he has dragged Izroil' "

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A tall man stood on the podium and folded the piece of paper in his hand. The poem he read took a lot of time. In addition to taking a long breath, his appreciation was less effective.

He actually did not know what to say on the podium other than a thank you and a piece of paper he found on the podium. He feels really helped.

It was written a poem about the mother written by Ahmad Zain one of the pesantren santri they were visiting.

So he pretended to read the poem by changing the entire contents. Later he will thank the child by sending Umrah tickets to his family.

Despite being Mr. Muiz, his father has since glared at him to code.

" Abi, speak the truth!" Grumpy father.

The man paid no heed to the audience who seemed confused listening to him. Plus he was also not aware of his father who rose blood because of his actions.

That's all he can do. While chatting to frothy mouth is not his expertise.

Especially having to talk carelessly and lacking quality. Oh, naw! That is not typical of him especially in this viral era.

He even shuddered in horror at imagining himself becoming a hot topic in various media with less classy affairs.

Oh yea! Anyways.

This guy!

Yeah, this guy we're talking about.

His name is Fastabiqul Khoirot which means 'competing in goodness'

It is called Fastabi or Abi, Tabi, Tabiq, Khoir.

It is in the letter of Al-Baqoroh verse 148 if you are curious. What a beautiful name, right?

His age that had passed the head of three, abundant treasures, but not yet married was the most disturbing thing for both parents. Who would want if their descendants there will be old bachelors aka weathered bujang.

His posture in my eyes is ideal. High and looking straight.

His face is also attractive.

Although his nose is not so sharp. But it's not also said to be a pug. Standardize the term if people say.

But he was quite handsome with his mature brown skin.

His brows were black like lined ants sharpening his pitch-black eyeballs. To make his face look cursory but firm.

I could see him dropping off a few glasses of tea at the guest table and three plates of bugis cake and a few strings of mangosteen.

I happen to be one of the administrators in the princess dormitory so I want to not want to ask me to intervene to take care of the consumption of the guests to help the lady.

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Fastabi said a closing greeting before leaving the podium. Meanwhile, his friend Rifa'i was busy aiming at him with a camera.

The event continued with a congratulatory do'a reading led by kiai Mukhsin, the leader of the third generation Al-Mukmin boarding school.

After a few hours P.T palm owned by Fastabi was inaugurated, he immediately held a lecture at the boarding school that he had once been busy for three years.

In addition to wanting to recover the condition of his body that is not fit lately because of the many preparations that must be prepared, he also felt awkward because long did not visit the pesantren.

Fastabi immediately walked out of the room after the show was over. He noticed the carefree faces of the santri who were handed out rice boxes and souvenirs by the organizers.

Meanwhile, Mr. Muiz was still chatting with Kiai Mukhsin inside.

" Kiai sir, he is thirty-three years old but not married" complained Mr. Muiz about his eldest son.

" Not met his soul mate, sir. And it seems that if you look around it seems Fastabi is very selective in choosing a partner"

" Selective what kiai! Even he almost married the girl who opened her aura throughout the village. Yes obviously I disagree" Mr. Muiz took a breath.

" How do you if you are looking for a soul mate for my child? Actually I have long wanted to ask for help Pak kiai and today I can only express my intentions"

Kiai Mukhsin was silent for a moment. Meanwhile, Mr. Muiz was waiting for his answer full of question marks.

" Have you told him this plan?"

" Oh, that's easy"

" Emh. Alright. I think there is a suitable for Fastabi in my opinion. This is new in my opinion loh" kiai Mukhsin noticed Fastabi who was smiling to pay attention to the behavior of the students.

" I have a santri princess. He has been here for several years and has just graduated from college. For achievements during the mondok here is quite decent even though it does not stand out once. But he is diligent and determined. Great akhlaknya. But coming back again suits us not necessarily suits them the problem"

" Wow it seems that I also agree sir" Mr. Muiz's face immediately turned bright.

" A little while, sir. But we have to ask them first. Have a family meeting, for example"

" I'm sorry if I wanted to ask you more. Doesn't mean anything. Usually we as men want our partner if we can not be shy if invited by the terms" Mr. Muiz even chuckles to express it.

" Oh yes, I understand what you mean. Thank goodness this Siti Sarah. Well I introduce the name of this princess santri her name is Siti Sarah. Thank God he did not disappoint sir. But back again to the tastes and standards of the person himself"

" Yes, kiai. That doesn't mean I have a perfect physical shape, but some parents also want their children to get the best out of religion and their noble deeds" said Mr. Muiz.

" right. Oh yeah, I'll ask and talk to Siti Sarah"

" All right, mr. kiai. I beg you to resign. I'll call you when I'll come here again. Fastabi's problem is easy"

" Yes sir. Thank you for coming here. May our friends stay awake"

" Assalamu'alaikum"

" Wa'alikumussalam"

Oh yes, Siti Sarah who I mean Mukhsin was of course I am the one. Yes, that's really me!

And the man I talked to and they talked to you about. He is the reason why I should be one of the members of this club. The heart-lifting club.

We were eleven years old and we became a legitimate couple.

I'll tell you how our story started.

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At that time, I heard the good news from Mukhsin's own mouth. In my heart I screeched with all my might lafaz hamdalah. Who would want to reject a guy like Fastabiqul Khoirot? My inner.

If only I could not control myself then. I really want to rush to hug the nyai bu who was sitting next to him so happy.

Kiai chose me to be confided in with that man. What was my dream last night?

I immediately took ablution, reading the Qur'an over and over again. After the evening prayer, I immediately continued with hajat and istikhoro prayers to ask for instructions. God knows better who is best for me.

In the heart of Rosulullah there is the love of Siti Khodijah.

In the heart of Siti Zulaikha there is

love of the prophet Joseph.

Seriate

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