The Holy Love of Amayra

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"Najwa Raihanah Sholeha, daughter of Sholehudin! I like you, I want you to be my mother" Muhammad Ilham Sagara told the pink-hooded girl who stood not far from him.

"The prayer used to be true, devoted to parents, memorize the Quran and practice it. You can be my priest, a."

Tired of the attitude of his son who always squandered money by living a life of fun, being a thug, always making a tantrum. Finally Abinya forced Muhammad Ilham Sagara into a boarding school owned by his best friend, Ustad Sholeh.

Not just looking for knowledge in the boarding school, Gara met with a Sholehah girl named Najwa Raihannah Sholeha and fell in love with her. But to achieve love is not easy, because Najwa has been betrothed by Abinya.

Will Gara's journey to get the love of princess ustadz Sholeh bear sweet fruit? Does Najwa have the same taste to her?

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Chapter pieces...

In one look, Gara immediately knew that this girl in an ash-white uniform was the girl he met last night on the street. The girl who made him lose his bike for almost hitting him.

The two of their neutrals met for quite a while, those pitch-black and light-brown eyes were staring at each other.

"Lo's? The pink veil!" jolt with a look on Najwa. He even pushed Najwa violently until the girl fell into a small ditch.

Najwa was surprised by Gara's attitude which was considered not gentleman and pushed him to fall. Just look, her gray skirt was torn and her shoes were also wet from falling into the gutter.

"Astagfirullahaladzim! You tea outrageous pisan! Why push me?" asked Najwa in a high voice. But having no regard for Najwa who was angry with him, he stood alone without helping Najwa.

"Damn! My back hurts! Emang yes, since you met the innate unlucky mulu," said Gara who now stands before Najwa. He looked at Najwa from top to bottom.

'Oh, so he's a high school boy? Beautiful too' Thought Gara in her heart.

"Om say what?!" Najwa looks up and shows his anger at Gara.

Gara stared cynically at Najwa. "So father, someone called him. Not very consistent! You little fissile."

"I'm sorry I accidentally bumped into om just now, but om don't have to get angry too times. Last night it almost hit me too, right?" Najwa picked up his bicycle that had fallen in the gutter.

Because he did not care what Najwa said, his eyes focused around like looking for something. There were some eyes that were watching him with fascinated gazes, others were looking at him sharply. However, Gara did not defend them all. "Omm? What about my denger?" asked Najwa with a frown.

"Lo surely know where the house of Ustadz Sholeh or kiyai Hasanuddin?" gara asked as he looked at Najwa.

"Yes, ustadz sholeh is-kyaakk!!" Najwa screams in shock as Gara suddenly holds her wrist and pulls her away from there. Left the bike there.

"My number is there. Think of it as a reply because you already hit me using your bike!" exclaims Gara who still holds the hand of Najwa.

"But we are not muhrim, om can not hold me om!" najwa yelled annoyed as Gara gripped her wrist firmly.

"Pointing the way, don't take it!" jolt over to the girl. Najwa also walked by being dragged by Gara, they did not escape the sight of the people in the boarding school. Najwa is upset that this man is doing his best to him, just look at him when he has met his Abinya. It will complain of all the behavior Gara. Najwa tried to hold back his regret, he wanted this holy month of Ramadan. If he is angry that there is the reward of his fast is lost or reduced.

Finally they arrived in front of the house of Sholeh who was still in the pesantren neighborhood, but located at the very end of the dormitory santriwati.

"This is Sholeh's ustadz house, so let me om!" najwa's orders are upset.

"W-what?" Najwa is flabbergasted by Gara's words to her. He also lost patience and stepped on his feet with his shoes, quite hard.

"Ack!! DAMNN!!" pekik Gara who finally accidentally released Najwa's hand from his grasp.

"Babylon!" Najwa entered his house quickly, while Gara was still standing there with a questioning look.

"Well? Why did the pink veil go into Sholeh's ustadz house?" muttered Gara confused. "It's very stupid, the important thing is that I have to meet ustad Sholeh or kiyai Hasan to ask permission to enter this boarding school." he murmured again and then he stepped his feet near the closed door of the house because Najwa had closed it just now.

"Excuse me! Pardon... Assalamualaikum." After knocking on the door of the house, he forgot how to say hello.

Shortly after, someone opened the door of the simple one-story house. Because he saw a middle-aged man in his religious suit standing in front of him. The man looked dignified and resolute.

"Waalaikumussalam, sorry..who are you looking for?" ask ustad Sholeh while looking at the face of Gara well.

"Gue find ustad Sholeh, my grandfather kiyai Ibrahim who told me to come here," said Gara with impolite language heard and made Sholeh's ustad frowned. Even his appearance has made a head bobble for anyone who sees it. But ustad Sholeh does not mind how someone looks, is not the most important how the character of the person first? Appearance can be changed.

So this is Kiyai Ibrahim's grandson. No wonder kiyai Ibrahim and ustad Zaki to talk like that on the phone.

Ustad Sholeh stroked his chest, he felt sad because of Gara's disrespectful attitude and speech not because of his appearance. He had heard about Gara from kiyai Ibrahim and ustad Zaki before. But the man did not expect that what his best friend and father said was not making up.

"Let's go in, son, let's talk inside!" bring ustad Sholeh friendly.

Because he immediately snatched into the house, he even immediately sat on the sofa in the living room before being invited by the host. Right, there's a problem with Gara's morals here. Not felt the time passed, until the adzan magrib reverberated and the time of breaking the fast arrived.

"Najwa! Please prepare drinking water for our guests!" sholeh said to Najwa who was still in his room.

"Yes Abi," Najwa replied as she opened the door of her room and she had changed. Najwa looked at Gara cynically, then he walked to the kitchen to do what his brother had told him.

Hmh! How dare he call me that. But, it turns out he's Sholeh's son. With a faint smile, his gaze followed Najwa who went to the kitchen.

"Ekhem!" deheman ustad Sholeh made Gara suddenly divert attention to the middle-aged man. Ustad Sholeh looks at Gara's eyes on Najwa.

"So, what's the point of you coming here?" ask ustad Sholeh without further ado. This time the hospitality was gone and turned into a sharp gaze.

"I must have heard about me from my grandfather and my father. Where they might not say. So I don't need to explain anymore dong?" said Gara with her haughty style.

"I want you to say it yourself, what's your purpose-"

"What the hell? Ustad knows, so I don't need to explain." Sela Gara in the middle of Sholeh's utad who was talking.

Ustadz Sholeh looked at Gara growing sharper. "If you don't want to say it, I have no choice but to kick you out of here. The person who enters this pesantren, must have a purpose!" firmly ustadz Sholeh who began to grow angry with the attitude of Gara who interrupted him.

JIR! How he got so bad gini anyway. Inner Gara was astonished by Sholeh's different attitude of ustadz when opening the door and now. Even the gaze of the Sholeh ustad seemed to draw upon him. Exactly like the gaze of his ashes on him, or even the gaze of kiyai Ibrahim.

Because he was silent for a moment, he did not even realize that Najwa had brought two glasses of drinking water and put it on the table. When Najwa was about to leave, Gara's words stopped him.

"Gue here is told to learn njai, aka mesantren."

Whahuh? This big guy wants a mesantren? Najwa glances at Gara, he does not believe the purpose of the thug coming to the pesantren is to gain religious knowledge.