The Ojek That's My Soul

Meet Abi Fatih

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Offhandedly...!"

No doubt Rojali floated his net right on top of the young man's crown.

He made a sudden laugh from his friends.

"Yes, get caught!"

"This, Abang here just want to ask for the blessing of abi all consultation,"

Rojali protested against the disgraceful assumption of the responsible young man next to him.

"Kirain.., because his face doubted that,"

"Ude Bang ah, canunn!"

Strangled the young man while covering his head with the book he was carrying.

When Rojali raised his fist again.

The other young man just shook his head to see the interaction of the two.

"Lu pade udeh kelar deposit to abi belon?"

asked the handsome man even though his makeup was cute though.

"Ni, just run Bang,"

"Eh, kite heard the cry of the crested one,"

"Ternyate actually Abang kite nyang dateng," replied one of the young men with a sarong cloth that was sipped to the shoulder.

" Good, good!"

"Then again nye ye memorization,"

"Abang mao enter first,abis certainly new deh kite ngeband,"

"Kangen juge, the nabok-nabokin are so."

The six of them laughed in unison and Rojali passed from before them.

Rojali stepped through the large hall where the santri deposited rote or heard the tausiah.

Then he entered a reading room.

A room that is more similar to a small library.

Yes, the place he went to was not a pesantren.

But there are some santri who stay to study Islam, memorize the Quran.

Studying martial arts.

Some even want to calm themselves more closely to people who are pious.

Because of the quiet atmosphere, away from the city.

Secure and private.

Abi Fatih, is the heir of the owner and founder of this place.

This place used to be a place to teach children and teenagers.

In the days when his grandfather and father were alive.

Over time, Fabi Fatih restored and built several rooms and buildings.

So that more can learn in this place.

Here, Jojali mandapat knowledge and understanding of his religion in greater depth.

Where at that time Rojali who had been in the cherubuti some thugs who had indeed followed him.

And, when Rojali was battered in the hit of the garbage criminals.

He was saved and helped by Abi. Which at that time happened to pass because it was about to go to the place of call tausiah.

So help Rojali's life.

And, congratulations on the salary of Mirna's mother's employees.

Which he just took from one of the banks.

Because the workers in the restaurant his mother did not have an atm.

Employee salaries are still paid manually.

Because the mother's restaurant is not as advanced as it is now.

Rojali knocked slowly on the wooden door of the room.

"Assalamu aleikum!"

"Greetings waalaikum!"

"Come in!"replied a middle-aged man with a white skullcap perched high above his head.

" Big...,"

"Ali...?"

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The two of them were now sitting on the bale beside the musholla.

The cold night breeze was unable to crush the two gallant men who were different ages.

"So so Bi,"

"What should Ali do now?"

rojali asked with a loud voice of crickets

The atmosphere of silence for a moment, the two men of different generations were centered on their own mind path.

Abi Fatih was seen breathing slowly, before he opened his voice.

"Yes, nye nye emang nyelametin, protect you."

"But,

by death, the,

it's wrong big!"

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Oh bang jago, uh bang ali.sabar yaa!!

Mapkeun ya readers dear if the groove is slow and impressed riweh.

Otor would like to finish this story, but if maksa so gaje the story later.

Consider this a struggle.

And there will be a great sacrifice.

From a big decision.

Chibi babe Kleaann allahh💋