Wrong Khitbah

64. SK : APPLICATION?

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After the departure of Buya Firman and Umi Alya, Zahwa immediately went to take his cleaning tools.

He carried a bucket, mop, broom, serok also trash.

As he passed through the kitchen and the back room many were staring at ya cynically and whispering talking about him.

"What is the relationship between Zahwa and the Ndalem family?" Saying july 1

"Do not know tuh, the feeling is always tacky with Umi Alya" said the julid 2

"Yes really. Don't want to look for face yes cihh.mana fits him into the ndalem family. Dream time Sister Zahwa heh" timpal si julid 3

" Heyy hey. You know what? Zahwa's mother was told to beberes in the upper room" exclaimed another who had just come and accidentally heard Zahwa's conversation with Umi Alya and Buya Firman before they left.

"Wahatt??" Pekik the Julid 3

"What neng, not Wahat" said the julid 1 correcting the words of the julid 3

"really it? The horror all along. No one was allowed to clean up the top floor what else the room was" said the julid 2 seemed to think

"Where else would you like to clean up? Above there is only room dong" said the news anchor

"Eh yes"

"Yes yeah? Who is Zahwa. Can-can he be trusted into the privacy room? " Say on july 3

"Stop it. The feeling all this time Umi Alya always tuh nempelin Mbak Zahwa anywhere"

"Sok beauty really, Mbak Zahwa" said the julid 2

GUBRAAKKIS...

Suddenly Mba Fira came and hit the door beside him. Making the four envious julid humans was shocked.

"Ehh..Goat"

Mbak Fira's eyes glared at hearing himself in the katain Goat

"You are here to help not gossip" said Ms. Fira fiercely.

"Heh. The anti! Want some law, huh?" Fr Fira snapped when she saw the 3rd and 4th jubilee thumping their lips to the right and left.

"La, Mommy. Afwan"

"Ana heard antunna gossiping again beware. Before telling people you don't like, look at yourself first. Is he fit in Zahwa's position? Heh" said Mbak Fira so spicy then left the four julid man was burned in his heart.

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Zahwa was already in front of that room. He was stunned to see the door of the room there was a very beautiful carving.

"Ma shaa Allah..great" his words felt the carving.

"Eit??" He took a duster and cleaned the dust on the carving.

"Nahh.gini would be more pleasant to look at" he said smilingly looking at the results of his work.

Slowly he grabbed the door knob. And open the door slowly.

It's dark!

He touched the wall and looked for a light outlet.

Tik

Lights on. It looks like a very nice minimalist room.

Walls that are brown and coupled with white add an elegant impression to this room. He stepped his feet inside.

When stepping on the floor he felt this floor shiny, very clean. He felt a high shelf and ..sama! Not dusty.

It goes deeper. He sharpened his Indra's kiss. His eyes were closed as he smelled a very calming scent.

This room is really fragrant. He saw a table in the corner of the room.

"Wahh.ada Bukhur as well" decaknya

What a dream room. Spacious, neat, organized, clean, and fragrant that brings calmness.

"Bangueet"

He walked towards the bed and he swiped his hand against the surface of the bed.

"Well? This is new bedding. It looks like it just got replaced as well" Zahwa murmured.

He went to the big window there. He shifted the curtains and opened the window.

It has a beautiful view of the rice field.

"Ma is Allah... It's so beautiful.if you see it in the morning must be very pleasant." said Zahwa amazed.

He let the night wind into the room.

After enough he closed it back and returned it as before.

"Yes Allah... What am I supposed to do? It's already clean even very clean. There is nothing to fix here" Zahwa said, monitoring the entire corner of the room.

He walked there was a bookcase there. There was a book like an agenda book that caught his attention. But because he is aware of who he is, he has no right to hold these items.

Finally he came out and closed the door again.

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The next day

Zahwa teaches as always. He entered the madrasah akhwat class. After teaching, he went to the mosque.

When he arrived at the cottage near the mosque. He was invited to join other friends.

"Alhamdulillah is already kholas, Din"

They choose to tell stories in the interlude of laughter.

"Ahahahaha-" Zahwa stopped her laughter and saw Linda was silently looking down with a sad face.

"Lin..what's up? Tumben anti-shrut usually anti-cheerful" said Zahwa

"Hiks.hiks..." Everyone stared in surprise at Linda who was suddenly crying

"Wahh...Linda.this is Linda. Linda's not a welcome, is she?" Early speech wiggling Linda's arm

Linda shook her head

It makes everyone confused again

"Hikss.a-ana is not ready yet.a-"

"Not ready for what? Anti want Zuad?" Hysterical Early Ask cuts off Linda's unfinished speech

"Open!!!"

"Then?"

"Ana's not ready in four weeks we're gonna split up..."

Everyone now understood why Linda was sad. They feel the same way. But they hid it in this way. Talking and joking together.

"Uhhhh. We also.hmmmm" they hugged in there.

Passersby stared strangely at them.

"Don't forget ana ya"

"Yes too"

"There too"

"Hm"

Suddenly the atmosphere became quiet they looked at each other and then noticed around them. Not long

"Ahahahaha" they laughed again together.

Zahwa cut away the tears in the corner of her eyes. He has been staring at his friends for the past 5 years.

"I'm definitely gonna miss you guys, all. This school will be one of the places I miss the most. Besides his people, also the memories that happened here. All, I'll miss him so much" Zahwa's heart was moved eh wrongly moved.

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"Laughter...." Ali's father told Zahwa

Now everyone is gathered in the family room . Yep. Three days ago Ali's father came to pick up Zahwa. I don't know what reason he was taken home.

"Yes yeah" said he ate the sauce that he bought with Zahra earlier.

"Look.emm.." From the look on Ali's father's face, Zahwa can guess that Ali's father is currently wanting to talk seriously.

"What's up, Dad? Is anything serious?" Zahwa asked no less seriously

" I'm sorry maybe this will offend you a little. Look, there is a friend of Dad who wants to betroth his son and the choice falls on Kak Wawa" said Ali's father made everyone speechless. Only the sound of television was heard

Zahwa put down the meatball bowl. And down.

"If Brother is willing. I'll give you your CV on her. You're gonna exchange biodata"

"He was a young man who In Shaa Allah sholeh and was responsible. Father was also convinced by him but the decision was in the hands of Brother. You know what the law is if a gentleman comes to propose?" Followed Ali's father

"Yes Yah" said Zahwa

Undecided

His heart is worried now. I don't know what he should do. Because he never thought about marriage after the event SALAH SERMON yesterday. His heart was still in the mood to start a serious relationship.

"How son? You accepted her?"

The question made Zahwa stare intensely at Father Ali who was also staring at him.

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Bukhur is a type of traditional incense that comes from the Middle East. Bukhur has been used in several countries for thousands of years for religious ceremonies or social ceremonies. This object is favored because of its fragrant aroma and can provide a calming effect for those who breathe it.

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Narrated by Tirmizy and Al-Hakim from Abu Hurairah line.

In the hadith, the Prophet said: 

إذا جاءَكم من ترضَونَ دينَهُ وخلُقَهُ فأنكِحوهُ إلَّا تفعَلوا تكُن فتنةٌ في الأرضِ وفسادٌ

"If a man of religion and of his character you are glad to come to propose to your daughter, then marry him. For if not, there will be slander on the face of the earth and much damage."

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Traces do not forget, Mother...

Ga Long again this will end, ehe 🤭

Hiksss her apk err😥. It should be at 8 o'clock mallem yesterday dah up, and even had a few times the time .But what happened...🙂