The Love of Habib

Chapters 4.5

Strange, the santri here are indeed on average quite handsome. Em, not only the shape of the face is handsome but they have an aura that is rarely owned by people in the city. Seeing them made a calm and peaceful heart, unwittingly liking this strange charm and wanting to get even closer to this man.

This charm Aish felt when meeting or seeing the santri here. They have an attractive appeal but never go beyond the limits of approaching women and vice versa. The women will not go beyond the limits to approach the men.

It's just that the one he found here is a little similar to the attitude and behavior of teenagers who are being drunk on romance. That is the timid gaze of the santriwati who peeked towards the male santri. Their somewhat laughable smile is also adorable, Aish unknowingly feels infected and wishes she had this wonderful time as well.

"Huh, what are you looking at?" Gisel whispered while seeing Aish daydreaming staring at the next table.

Aish smile. They were already in the food booth and had been sitting in the middle seat, not far away and not even close to the male food booth. While the men's food booth was right next to the women's food booth, they were instead one booth but separated by black curtain barriers. But even though the black curtain dividers are separated, there is still a gap between the bulkhead so that both santriwati and santri can peek at each other from there.

"Funny well, they've been sneaking up on the men's booth." Point Aish towards a group of santriwati who several times peeked through the gap of the curtain partition.

"Oh yes. But we have one too." Gisel's words caught Aish's attention.

"Huh?"

"Look ahead. We have it too, right. Although not so close but still can be intimidated by the prospective princes of heaven." Now it was Dira's turn to speak.

He pointed at the long yet narrow gap of curtains in front of them. To be honest the distance was a bit far away from them and was somewhat dissatisfied looking from the distance so far. But because it is too late to take a seat, so they sit here and have to accept what is.

"Prince of heaven..." Aish and Gisel muttered together.

They smiled bitterly, shook their heads to dissipate the tangled thoughts and refocused their eyes on the few santri who were chatting in the opposite booth. Because the food is late served, they are temporarily unemployed while waiting for dinner to be distributed.

Aish was curious too. He lowered his head looking towards the small crack, peeking at the group of men talking.

"Emang clear anyway." Whisper Aish as well while looking seriously at those stifling faces.

"Just right, yeah?"

"Yes. Pellucid. That's pretty." Answer Aish judging.

If he wants to find a new love, he thinks men here are good enough also as an outlet. After all, no one knows.

"The fool really doesn't know." Aish's whisper involuntarily muttered the contents of her mind.

"Oh ready to talk mate. Then what about the punishment tomorrow morning, are you ready?"

Aish rolled her eyes irritatedly reminded of the punishment.

"Punishment tomorrow morning affair-" Her throat instantly choked as she lifted her head and met the owner of those warm eyes.

"Huh.habib.."