
As scheduled Kanaya runs a double job as Floor Director for tausyiah event with Ustadz which presents selected mothers of taklim councils from various regions.
Kanaya with her suble and easy-to-mix carrier is certainly not difficult in carrying out her duties even though this is the first time for her.
"Mbak Naya, that Ustadz Salman has come. Ma'am Naya meet first. Just explain what the technical show looks like to him."
"OKAY. I met the Ustadz first, Ri."
Kanaya headed for the room where the Ustadz was resting.
"Assalamualaik."
Kanaya knocked on the door waiting for an answer.
The door opened a man smiled at Kanaya.
"Mother Kanaya yes. Let's Bu, introduce me to Faith, Assistant Ustadz Salman. Let's enter. Ustadz is preparing."
Kanaya cupped his hands back to the greeting of Faith Assistant the Ustadz.
"Assynolajet. Salman Ustadz. Introduce Me Kanaya. I'm an FD assigned to the Ustadz tausyiah show." Kanaya cupped her hands to introduce herself in front of the man who now stands behind her while preparing to be paired with clip on and costume by the wardrobe.
Hearing the voice behind him Ustadz Salam turned around and looked at the source of the voice.
"God's Masya. It's pretty!" Ustadz Salman's heart in his heart.
Seeing that Ustadz Salman was silent, Kanaya and Iman looked at each other confused by the expression of the Ustadz.
"Ustadz, this is Ms. Kanaya, her FD tausyiah show that Ustadz is going to bring." Iman repeated Kanaya's explanation so that Ustadz Salman would soon come to his senses from his reverie.
"Astagfirulabadzhim. Excuse me. Assalamualaikum I'm Salman Al Farisi, with Ma'am?" Ustadz Salman immediately conditioned his arrogance and introduced himself to Kanaya.
"Kanaya Ustadz's. It was nice to meet Ustadz. I'll give you details of how it will be technical at the event. Is Ustadz ready? If not, I'll wait outside." Kanaya looks awkward.
Honestly Kanaya several times saw the famous Ustadz Tausyiah who was behind the love of women on TV and Youtube but could see directly like this Kanaya of course approved thousands of comments columns that often he saw the praise of the Ustadz especially about the good looks of the Ustadz.
"I'm done. Then let's go Kanaya. I want to ask you a few things before filming starts."
Blass
"Yes Allah. Why is her smile so sweet! If people often wudhu why his face is very shady anyway! Astagfirullah Nay, eling! Work!"
Kanaya realized herself unconsciously shaking her head.
Of course Ustadz Salman smiled at Kanaya's movements.
"Bak Kanaya why?"
"Ah not Ustadz. Let's go straight to the studio."
Kanaya together invited Ustadz Salman and was followed by Iman Assistant the Ustadz.
Not only did Kanaya a number of pairs of eyes in the studio seem stunned when Ustadz Salman entered greeting and greeting everyone there.
"Yes Allah Gw can like Siti Zulaikha to slice the knife, the real handsome Ustadz Salman!"
"Finally we can see the sweet and cute handsome guy, besides our cute Big Boss!"
"Duh, so want to be stopped if the candidate is Ustadz Salman!"
Such were some of the comments as Ustadz Salman traversed and smilingly greeted the NBC employee towards the studio where he would give his tausyi.
Kanaya focuses on taking her role seriously and making sure there are no mistakes in her first assignment.
Kanaya is grateful that Ustadz Salman is personally good to work with so that the first shoot for the premiere runs smoothly without obstacles.
The friendly, polite and flexible carrying of Ustadz Salman delighted pilgrims who listened to his Tausyi.
His hospitality and professionalism were thumbs up by the crew on duty.
After 2 hours the filming was finally completed.
"Thank you Ustadz, filming today went well thanks to good cooperation. God willing for next week we will send a schedule and draft content that will be the subject of Ustadz tausyiah next week."
Kanaya approached Ustadz Salman who was being helped release his clip on.
"Mr Naya, Ma'am?" Dira who had been in the studio since when to call Kanaya half whispered but still heard.
"Assalamualaikum Ustad. I'm Dira. Friends of Mbak Kanaya One Division. Can I have a picture of Ustadz?" Dira of course makes Kanaya look and smile with the work of his office colleagues.
"Can. But only with Ma'am Kanaya and the others. Let's get a lot of people."
That's how Ustadz Salman, he will not refuse but choose to invite simultaneously take pictures with the aim of not arising slander.
Of course Dira was so happy and immediately gave his phone to Iman Assistant Ustadz Salman.
"Mas take pictures. Thanks!" Dira is very happy to get a photo opportunity with the handsome Ustadz he once accidentally saw on youtube.
"Mari Mbak Kanaya," Ustadz Salman invited Kanaya who had not yet entered the photo line together.
Suppose Kanaya immediately joined the picture with the other Ustadz Kondang, Salman Al Farisi.
"I'll excuse you, everyone. May God give health to all of us so that we can meet again next week. Thank you, Ms. Kanaya. Assalamualaikum."
Ustadz Salman said his greetings and farewells before he left the NBC studio.
"Goddessalam Ustadz. Be careful on the road." Answer Kanaya.
The nod plus the biggest smile from Ustadz Salman's lips made the women in the studio klepek no exception Dira.
"Oh Allah, this is how I can step down Mbak. Gapapa deh wear hijab from his imam Ustadz Salman." Seloroh Dira as she stared at the stout backs of Ustadz Salman who walked out of the studio.
"You are Dira. Come on, do you want lunch? What is Ustadz Salman's snack?" Kanaya Ledek.
"So the laper, now I'm the laper. Let's eat!"
Nick who was accompanied by Gusti when he just got out of the car saw and passed Ustadz Salman who was about to get into his car.
"Boss it was Ustadz who filled our new programmed tausyiah show. His name is Ustadz Salman Al Farisi." Whisper Gusti.
As the CEO and owner of NBC, Nick certainly keeps his image to all clients including Ustadz Salman who is now in his company.
"Good afternoon Ustadz Salman. I'm Nicholas Bryan, NBC CEO. Thank you Ustadz for taking the time to work with us."
Nick greeted and held out a handshake as a form of respect to his co-workers.
"Assalamualaikum Mr. Nicholas. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for Mr. Nicholas being able to provide a platform to broadcast proselytize through the media that you have." Ustadz Salman greeted Nick's handshake with a smile.
"May Ustadz be at ease in Our company, and if need be something tell me."
"Thank you very much Mr. Nicholas. I am also happy to work with your company. Then excuse me first. Assalamualaikum." Pamit Ustadz Salman's.
"Getishalight." Answer Nick.
Nick looks at the departure of Ustadz Salman Al Farisi.
Somehow Nick like to see the Ustadz has charisma that is not just a Ustadz.
Indeed Nick knows the world of perustadzan because of course Nick does not understand it.
"Gus, give me the profile of Ustadz Salman Al Farisi?"
"Don't you know who Ustadz Salman is? Ustadz Salman was in addition to his preacher is also a businessman. His efforts are much engaged in the oil field. In addition, he also has a travel hajj and umrah which usually gives endorse artists who will leave for Hajj and umrah." Gusti although different beliefs but very know famous Ustadz who is currently loved by many women.
"When did you become a follower of Ustadz? Do you want to change your religion?" Nick answers the origin of Gusti's explanation.
"Not only me, but many of his followers, especially women who are fans of him. It's appropriate to be so judged by women, after seeing firsthand, I'm just happy with Ustadz Salman's gracious and courteous nature." Gusti praised Ustadz Salman.
"Oh so you now like some kind of Gus! Hmh!" Raut Nick was annoyed with Gusti's face which looked amazed by Ustadz Salman.
"That's not the boss either! Ustadz Salman is a complete package. Handsome, Kaya Raya, Sholeh, Friendly, and Cheap Smile Boss and certainly not Galak!"
Gusti's words were satire for Nick.
"Who do you mean to insinuate?" A stomping gaze ready to pounce on Gusti from Nick's perfectly rounded bead.
"No Boss. Let's Boss."
Seeking safety Gusti took his Galactic Boss in and headed for the meeting room where their clients were already waiting.