The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

The Restlessness of Fatimah's Heart

"Ah Al, it's up to you. Like talking to you is the same as talking to a sales pot. There are no ends and no points. You always want to win by yourself. Your stance is too strong and difficult to break even if basically your stance and opinion are unfounded" Lukman lamented, over the discussion that always ends in the absence of a bright spot.

"Truely, what are you saying. I have a person who is difficult to break when arguing, for that I and Fatimah sekufu" said Al, with so proud. He smiled and opened the peci that was wrapping his head and put it on Lukman's head.

"Well! how can you talk like that Al, look at you!" Lukman, the more he's obviously clueless about Al's way of thinking.

"You know Man, Fatimah is a smart and kind woman. It would be great if he could give birth to children who are just as smart. Like from a strong man whose economy is strong, whose stance is as strong as mine and another who chooses an above average level of good looks. I am personally responsible Man, my heart is not yet clean and many stains" Al explained, with enough confidence, with a smile on his lips. In his mind he was imagining a family with Fatimah, babysitting their children in the garden in front of his house.

Al is a responsible person. At such a young age, he was able to manage his father's own company without anyone's help. Al, take full responsibility for the survival of its employees. None of his employees were unfit during his leadership. It's just that the problem with his parents is complicated so he had to take a pause to think for a moment before stepping far. Especially the presence of Fatimah, making him reluctant to accept the matchmaking that his parents agreed.

"As far as you are, you crazy man!. If you want your heart to be clean immediately try once in love detergent that is able to clean the dirt in one word" Ledek Lukman, by stepping away from Al who is still engrossed with millions of dreams.

Where is Adinda Fatimah? why is his face no longer visible? the feeling was talking there!

Instead of storing carpet in a warehouse. Al, prefer to bring the carpet around the mosque as a tool to find the existence of Adinda Fatimah.no denying there is a sense of disappointment when he never saw the face of the woman he was looking for before.

Huft...

Al, sighing rough nsfas. There is little regret when he never saw the face of Fatimah, even though he has done many things today. His energy had been drained for a job he had never done before.

His eyes were not desperate still hoping to see Fatimah return. He really wanted to say hello and talk to her. Al wanted to thank Fatimah for her help a few days ago, even though it was just an alibi.

Long time he walked up to the inch by the floor that is in the mosque makes Al exhausted. The paria rests its shoulders on a pole that is right next to the bedug. Al, bend his knees half daydreaming.

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A group of teenagers both sons and daughters were sitting at the mosque delivery enjoying a glass of cold ice and also some leftover snacks of study consumption. they tell each other and unwind after the service work to clean the mosque after the recitation while waiting for the prayer time to arrive. Most of them are villagers here, some are volunteers from an organization engaged in Islamic preaching. Lukman, who is finishing his duties, also joined there. They are also discussing the themes that will be raised in the study next month.

Al, still in the same position. He daydreams, his mind blowing over the horizon. I don't know what he was imagining at the moment, only his face looked sad and heartbreaking.

"Fat, try to deliver this drink to Mas over there. Bulek saw that he was helping, it seemed that he had joined first" said Bulek Aminah, by thrusting a glass of ice into Fatimah's hand.

"Just join here too, maybe you want to"

"Yes Bulek" Fatimah received a glass given by Bulek Aminah, he walked down to Al.

"Please Mas, drink it in a drink first" said Fatimah, the woman sitting down in front of Al, by putting a glass on the floor.

Am I dreaming? I'm not even sleeping.

Al, still busy in his mind. He did not even see the presence of Fatimah sitting in front of him at this time.

"Mas, please" Fatimah again said politely without touching her interlocutor to disperse the reverie Al.

Al, who realized his name in the call immediately. He moved his head to the right and to the left. Her eyes were wide with perfect lips that gawked when she saw the figure of an unfriendly angel wearing a pink hijab was in front of her at this time. His shady face seemed to be emitting light from heaven. Al, even trouble to swallow his own slavin.

Marveled...

Yes, he was really amazed by the charm of Fatimah.

"Please Mas, in his ice drink. If less please take there" Fatimah's hand pointed to her friends who were chatting casually. Fatimah spoke quite quietly and gracefully.

Al, who used to hang out with female friends, never found a figure like Fatimah. For Alm to hear and see the face of Fatimah while talking as if he was looking at the action slow motion of an angel who was about to descend to earth. Al's eyes, totally unable to turn from there.

Three

Two

One

Fatimah, smiled and was about to return to her friends. Htai Al, again melted as if he was getting a splash of ice water in the middle of the barren desert.

Gleck....

Al's eyes, still hypnotized with the smile of the angel, made him unconscious if Fatimah had left before he could say a word.

"Adinda, you were the brother who helped me a while ago right?"

"Wait!"

"I want to talk!" al said, type Fatimah is far away to go and back with his friends.

With a doubtful move Al, chose to follow Fatimah. He did not want to lose track of the woman a second time. Although in the heart is too aware if it is far from the word appropriate.

"Sorry, can I join you here?"