The Matchmaker of the Pesantren

6. The Hugs of Arumi

Wafi packed a lunch that had been partially enjoyed, he tried to call Arumi and also ran. Ask about the gloves and clothes to be immediately returned.

"Hey.. Arumy.."

"Arumii..," he cried very clearly.

Arumi.

Her hair is pretty.

"Kabuuuurrrrrr.r.," said Arumi increasingly fast running.

The beautiful woman was lost along with her three friends. The incident made Wafi into the spotlight in the cafeteria. He forgot how to behave until something ridiculous happened like today.

"Wafi, you're the boss.Why is it so hard to call Arumi, you should call directly to the room to bring your sarongs and clothes back," Wafi grumbled inwardly.

Wafi walked to the outside of the canteen.

"Sir Wafi," call someone.

Wafi looked at the voice.

"I'm sorry, this is your car key left at the table" said Imelda.

"Oh my God, thank you so much, what was his name? forgot." Wafi tried hard to remember.

"Imelda sir," smiled and lowered her head.

"Oh yes Imelda, thank you.."

"Same sir."

"I'll excuse you, come on." Wafi walked back a step then went into the room.

On Wafi's street looking for where Arumi went. The girl really opened the first story when Wafi served as CEO.

The handsome man pushed open the door and entered the room that read Main Director. He rang the office phone and called Mr. Adi to call Arumi.

"Hello Mr. Adi, can call Arumi to my room to bring the gloves and clothes that have been borrowed earlier."

"Good Mr. Wafi, awaited."

"Thank you."

Wafi also saw a watch, the needle pointed at 13:10, where he had cottage activities as a tahfidz jury held by Wafi's abah cottage.

The clothes that should be used for the event later in the afternoon were littered by Arumi with embarrassing events this morning. It's just that Wafi didn't mind that.

The Arumi Room.

Adi sir opened the door.

"Arumi's in? or still rest?" asked Mr. Adi to Ara.

"There's sir, in his place" he replied.

Pak Adi saw Arumi clamp the left right part of her hair into one middle. It seems that Arumi is already working on the office report task.

"Arumi, called Mr. Wafi to his room."

"Huh? me again sir?," he pointed to disbelief.

"Yes you, who else in this office is Arumi? he also asked to bring gloves and clothes that you have borrowed."

Arumi's eyes were wide.

"Fast ya..," Mr. Adi left.

"Yeah.."

Arumi's face looked deathly pale, the pile of sheaths and clothes should be returned this second. Meanwhile, Wafi's voice in the room said to be washed.

"Jeng, which loundry is the office deck?." roar Arumi very panicked.

"Pak Wafi's book was told to return it now Jeng, to fightuhhh.. A life tutorial that wants to go to hell," his voice raspy.

"Hey, where is loundry?? loundry in the office just behind using a pot of soap is just as fragrant," Alona gave an idea.

"Husstt, Arumi has never washed clothes at home, but she can be holy." Ara reminded.

"Oh yes," Alona patted the eel.

"Udah Arumi, meet Mr. Wafinya apologized can not be holy now, surely the person also understand right.important you have apologized first, anyways time mepet," said Ara.

"It's talking about Ara, or for some reason there are reports that are done a lot today, so it can't be loundry now," Ajeng excited.

"Yes, yes, your advice makes sense as well, I covered the clothes first." continued Arumi.

"Arumi, don't forget the love of your perfume, let the sweat that pours into the shirt be instantly disguised." whispered Ara.

"Oh yeah, okay ready, too" he replied smiling.

Very hyperbolic friendship. Given Arumi only used the shirt for a while and there could be no such thing as the smell of sweat.

In his room, Wafi had found a phone from the boarding house manager to immediately come as a special guest and assessor in tahfidz this time.

Not long after, the door of Wafi's room was already knocked. Arumi is seen showing her nose from the corner of the door that was opened. The gloves and clothes on his deck were tightly in his arms.

"Sir" he leaned over.

"Yes, please. I just want to take my holster and shirt," Wafi's cold pinta.

"Oh this sir," said Arumi.

Wafi stretched out while raising his hand.

They both looked at each other. While Wafi gave the code asking for his clothes.

"Where?."

"Aaaa, this."

Wafi took his shirt.

"Sorry sir, that's the shirt I haven't had time to wash, but God willing it doesn't stink, again I'm sorry sir."

"It's not a Eid, so it's not time to apologize" Wafi replied.

"Oh so, aaa.. Yes, yes sir." with a pretentious face but Arumi's eyes glared irritatedly.

"Why?." Wafi.

"It's okay sir," Arumi replied with a smile.

The handsome man then invited Arumi to come out, because after this Wafi will leave the office and continue to the cottage.

Arumi turned her body back into her room. Wafi follows Arumi as she will change clothes and pray in the prayer room.

Accidentally from the left direction Arumi's leg was hit by a heart-red balloon. Slightly his eyes immediately widened, suddenly Arumi's breath was tight, dizzy, and his heart rate increased.

Wafi felt strange, why did Arumi stop.

"You why Arumi?."

"Sir" Arumi fell backwards.

Bruckkk.....

Arumi's body was held by Wafi.

"Hey, hey why?" Wafi looked panicked.

Arumi's feet were trembling, he saw the balloon was not going from his feet. The calf skin attached to the balloon made Arumi suddenly stiff.

"Aaaaaa.

"What's wrong with the balloon?" Wafi did not know, but he tried to keep the balloon away from Arumi's sight.

Not strong enough to keep up with Arumi who was crying, Wafi supported Arumi's body even though his hands were covered by Arumi's frightened head.

"Go, the balloons go." Arumi cried.

"It's gone, it's gone" said Wafi soothingly.

Wafi had panicked, his eyes follow where the red balloon still goes according to the air ac in his room.

"No balloons, get rid of it sir." Arumi cried tightly hugging Wafi's hand.

"Hey Arumi, listen, it's." Wafi also shuddered, because only this time he held women that close.

Wafi tried to tell, he raised Arumi's head standing right in front of him. His arms tried to raise Arumi's head in hiding.

The cute girl's pretty face was red. His lips were still shaking down crying. "Fear sir" he said brushing his cheek-filled hair.

"OK, okay, ayoo we're out, you can still walk right?."

Arumi nodded.

Then Wafi escorted Arumi outside the room. In front of the room, Wafi was immediately greeted by people who saw him sitting Arumi in a chair beside the door.