The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Come to my parents

Al, stunned to see the beautiful face of the black hooded woman who was standing not far from where she was at this moment. The black hijab that contrasts with the color of her skin makes the girl's aura glow overflowing. The exposure of the wind that raised the long veil seemed to add to the perfect form of the gift of the creator.

My sister...

In lirih Al, say. The corner of his lips lifted upward forming a curve. How lucky he is today, after so long searching for the whereabouts of the woman. Now the atmosphere has come to find the girl.  Even nature seemed to approve the meeting to both proved they were found in a great place.

Beautiful and perfect, even without makeup polish at all.

Al's heart trembles, working much faster than before. His heart was racing as if he wanted to get out of his space.

"Ehe Mm....."

"What are you guys doing here?" say one of the women who is no longer young.

"With a glance" Lukman replied lightly without looking at the direction of the source of the sound.

"Ehem...." Deheman returned from the woman.

Lukman, feeling that something was disturbing his composure, he began to dare to turn his body.

"Geez!!!" with a panicked face. He realized that he was in big trouble right now.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated his question again with his hands perched at his waist.

"Ehem..." Lukman cleared his throat slowly, as a code to Al, to stop his crazy actions that afternoon.

"Geez Man, if you cough again buy medicine. Do not ahem-ehem continue" said Al, giving a reaction. His eyes were still focused on settling the beautiful scenery that was before his eyes.

"Hem..ehem,,,," Lukman again cleared his throat for the umpteenth time as a sign to his new friend.

Adinda, wait for brother. Kakanda will fight for Adinda until the last blood point. Kakanda willing if you have to repent in order to be with you.

Still with a million dreams, Al smiled expectantly, he even felt like he was flying around a thousand butterflies in his head.

"Al, come on" Lukman pulled the dress slowly used by Al, when the code given did not make Al's position change.

"You guys are interested? can I report to Ustad Mansyur?" said Bu Rahmi, he is a teacher at this mosque along with Aunt Aminah.

"Al, let's run!" al's orders, pull his friend's arm.

Instead of going to Al, choosing to come forward and approach Bu Rahmi, he was about to kiss the woman's hand but was immediately covered by Bu Rahmi.

"Not muhrim" he hissed with jutek.

"You're not even helping to clean up even fun peeking here. Do I need punishment?" Bu Rahmi stared at the faces of AL and Lukman in turn. In the neighborhood where he lives today, B u Rahmi is famous for his personal evil when teaching. He does not hesitate to give punishment to anyone who violates the rules.

Al-Keel, works fast. He was willing to hope for the punishment of daeri Bu Rahmi.

"Bu Rahmi, just punish me. I was wrong to have seen the women without permission"

Al lowered his head, hoping that Bu Rahmi would give the punishment and hold him here so that he could see his presence for even longer.

"Al, are you crazy? you don't know this woman!" whispered Lukman was furious with the actions of his friend.

"I was wrong, Mom"

"Crazy yes, there are children of models like this, basic human criticism of faith" whispered Lukman again.

"It is precisely because I am poor in faith that I want to study here!" jawan Al is sure.

"Go to the side yard and clean the side of the male pilgrims now"

"Now!"

"Both Miss Rahmi, me and Lukman will clean up"

"Eh why bring me? the one who told you" Lukman paled.

"Come on" Al forcibly pulled the clothes that Lukman was wearing made the man curse all the way to the part where the men.

"Come!!!"