The Heart Attraction Club

Ta'aruf begins

A middle-aged woman almost surprised me. He suddenly stood up and thrust his hand at me.

" Is this Sarah?"

" Ah, yeah. I am Lady Sarah, I replied as I kissed her hand. I guess this must be her mother!

" How old are you, son?" ask the woman again.

" Twenty-two years buk"

" It's so young! Emh but no papa you are very suitable if you are with Fastabi"

" Mum "Struttered Mr. Muiz. Madam Muiz immediately closed her mouth holding back a laugh.

" I'm sorry sir kiai, ma'am nyai. Sometimes I get too carried away"

" It's okay mom. I'm used to seeing things like that too. The mother of the santri is sometimes more than that" replied Kiai Mukhsin while instructing me to sit next to the nyai. I obeyed him immediately.

That day, Mr and Mrs Muiz asked a lot about my background. What is my parents' job? How many brothers? College where? What majors? Haaaah, and many other questions that I try to answer as best and as polite as possible.

Next I revised and added the necessary parts in my life history writing on the paper.

" I'm sorry my son couldn't come. He has been out of the house for many years now. Oh yeah, got this Fastabi. Please read it again" Mrs Muiz thrust a large envelope onto the table. I picked it up and traded it for mine I just finished writing.

" Fastabi had studied one year in Cairo but because of an obstacle, he stopped and continued to study at a private university in Jakarta" added Ms. Muiz.

" Yes he sometimes does things beyond reason" said Mr. Muiz.

Out of reason? That is to say. I sharpened my hearing. I also need to gather as much information about the man as possible.

" Yes" This time it was Madame Muiz who reprimanded Mr. Muiz.

" It would be nice if we were honest. Isn't that right, Sarah?"

" ah? I, yes"

" Fastabi is his submissive son. Oh yes, he is also a generous person" added Madam Muiz while glaring at Mr. Muiz.

Alhamdulillahot. My inner.

After a long conversation, finally the two couples pleaded resigned. Earlier, Ms. Muiz took out two large bags of souvenirs from inside the car.

" I forgot to take her out. I'm sorry" Mrs Muiz gave a bag to her.

" It's upside down, ma'am. We should have given you the gift" Miss nyai grabbed the souvenirs that were offered to her.

" It's okay ma'am nyai. Rarely either. And this is for Sarah" Madame Muiz thrusting me another bag.

" Wah ma'am. Don't bother buuu" I replied seramah might imitate the intonation of bu nyai.

" Take it. Want to be my future ghost, right?" Ledek mrs Muiz to make me blush.

" Yes want it" Now kiai and bu nyai even reply to tease me.

" Thank you very much ma'am" I replied as I grabbed the bag and gave a smile of course.

" Yes together. We're ahead sir kiai, miss nyai, Sarah. Assalamu'alaikum"

" Wa'alaikumussalam"

After they left, Pak Kiai asked me to chat in the living room accompanied by ma nyai.

" Your parents haven't been told?" Ask kiai.

I shook my head "haven't yet. I don't want to tell them that it's not certain"

" It's okay, just tell me. Ask to help do'a with them hopefully given the best. Deciding whether yes or no is also a choice. It's not good to hang people's expectations too long"

I also nodded at Kiai's advice. I'll call my parents tonight.

" Kiai "

" Yes?"

" Emh. Actually, I still doubt myself" I told you honestly.

" You're already isikhoro, Sarah?"

I'm nodding.

" What are you doubtful of, for example? Please explain"

I took a slow breath.

"Just lately I'm afraid that when married later he will be rude, arbitrary to me kiai. Especially not knowing him too deeply. I was afraid that bad things would happen to me when I got married"

" Well, whoa, waaaah! Why do you think that way, Sarah? Your worry should not be overstated, son. Indeed, it is undeniable that problems must exist but it would be nice for us to deal with God. We must not make up for something that has not happened to hinder our intentions"

" We must also be grateful that over thousands of years God has given us such an evocative history"

"Many women with strong souls have a much more difficult problem than the women of today who ask for a little divorce, at least, the confidement reveals the disgrace of her own family in social media as if she is the most perverted woman in this world"

"I'm talking like this doesn't mean I'm great. The Qur'an and the hadith itself reveal it. There is Siti Khadijah who continues to defend and be loyal to the prophet Muhammad for the cruel cruelties of the jahiliyah not playing"

"There are so many women who deserve to be an example. In fact, we also have a lot to learn with Siti Maryam who was slandered, ostracized while pregnant with the prophet Isa. She doesn't even have a husband that can be used as a place to complain, hug, cry"

"But in his heart there is always God. There is a God who confides without protest when we repeatedly ask, complain. It is only natural that heaven misses them. Istigfarlah Sarah's. We should not doubt the infinite grace and favor of God"

I'm nodding.

Astahirullahal.

My tears are falling. What a dwarf this thought of mine. My inner.

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I read the man's life in the far night. After the magrib prayer, there are still activities because there is a schedule of santri putri sholawat congregation accompanied by hadroh.

After praying isya, continued with muhadhoroh or exercises to hone the skills of the santri such as speech three languages, tilawah Al-Qur'an, and so forth.

After that I, Larisa, and the other housewives control to the rooms to make sure the students repeat the lessons before going to bed.

So I had to do it late at night. Besides not wanting to be known, I wanted to concentrate more.

When the room lights are turned off. I made sure my friends were asleep. I opened my closet slowly picking up the envelope I had hidden earlier.

I brought the envelope I had folded before and took it to the terrace of the mosque.

Ei, how tormenting it is when we are curious about this. I opened it with a heart that was shaking so much this curiosity of mine.

My bismillah is open.

Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

Bang, how come you!

My eyes wide.

Is it wrong to see me, huh?

I sharpened my vision again. Not wrong again, the reading is like this.

Assalamu'alaikum's chat.

Bang, how come you!

Which other woman did you fuck at the time?

Ms. Ilot said, that's the son of the Rus' next door. Is that really bang?

How can you bang, that kind of woman you choose over me.

Says Ms. Ilot, her mama's Rus bik if the crafting always asks for first hit after that do not want to pay him again. Where is Ilot's chicken admitted his chicken.

Miss Ilot also said about his son, the woman you screwed. He ate five pennies I ate three at Ilot's shop.

Iiiih. I remembered the temperament of my friends during Junior High who were naughty and bitchy.

That kind of woman turns out to be your level bang? I really hate you bang from this second on.

I grunt. I'm being fooled by something like this. I was in vain trying to settle this late because I wanted to read the life history of the man. I even said it every time I wrote word for word on the paper I gave it.

Basic playboy feeling people!

I would almost squeeze the paper if I could not control myself. Tomorrow I'll show it to Kiai Mukhsin.

How playful this ta'afuf is because of the Fastabiqul Khoirot.

Seriate.