The Journey of Love Shofia

Zakaria Pov

From the first moment I heard his voice. My heart feels touched. Something was different from his voice. His voice is sweet. But that's not what interested me.

He loved the song he was singing. Even twice I accompanied him while playing my guitar he seemed to be unconscious.

Is it possible that he sang according to what was in his heart at that moment. Her song implies a deep longing. Does she have a boyfriend that she misses?

When he looked at me. I was fascinated to see his face. His lips are thin, his nose is sharp, his chin is taper and his eyes are so beautiful wrapped with pliable eyelashes. But there was a firmness created through the glare of his sharp eyes when he looked at me at that moment.

When our eyes were locked, I felt like I was lingering in those eyes. Trying to find out his heart through the glare of his sharp eyes. The look in his eyes made me feel enchanted not to turn away from the twinkle of his eyes.

And when his friend called him he immediately decided our eyesight. I'm a little disappointed in that. I wanted to go and ask him to look at me like that. But that's not possible for me to do.

"SHOf" is his name. The name I know of his friend, but it can't be just Shof. I'll find his full name soon.

After I heard his talk with his friend. Kino I know. That deep yearning is a longing for a man. Maybe his ex because he said it was all his time.

What did I just hear? He spoke in English and also cursed. Who the hell is he. As far as I know, this cottage child does not usually speak English even though there are language majors here.

I was so relieved when he would forget about the massalu and want to make a beautiful future. Instantly I intend to come color the painting of his life. I don't know what I'm thinking. I've never been like this to the girls around me.

He's like a magnet that can always pull me around so I have a hard time acting like the usual me. I don't know! Now I'm gonna investigate. Than I was curious.

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"Shof's? What Shof calls is a lot of mas." replied Ziana.

"That sounds good."

"It seems that there is no."

"If what you think is strange is not like santri in general?"

"Why did you suddenly get into trouble at the cottage?" tanya Ziana was curious.

"The answer is to know and be silent if you don't know."

"I know one santri whose nickname is Shof. Her name is Sister Shofia. Judging from his appearance he is somewhat different from his style and his favorite with other students. And mas know? When I first met him. Her hair was once on lo polish. The hair is blue and red. Maybe before he went over his hair half had already been changed." Ziana recalled her meeting with Shofia. She looks beautiful with hair cut after she has shampooed. Blue and red her hair looks shiny. "But when it comes to the sound, I don't know. Even as long as I was with her she never sang. And sorogan. He just flinched. So I've never heard his voice while singing."

"You close to him?" Ziana nodded.

"He's a 1st grade MA. But I was very close to him. Oh yeah, I have his number too. There might be a photo on her Whatsapp profile." zianan pulled out his phone and immediately opened Shofia's contact number at the cottage.

"Well mas. Not his picture in his profile picture." Ziana shows Zakaria that the cat image is a profile of Shofia.

"Later I'll ask to be sent a photo of you. Maybe now he just arrived. His home in East Java. Kediri area." Ziana then left in front of her brother.