Betting Love Above Destiny
46 Public Owned Not Individual

"My mountain is not clear, the distance is too far" Asiah said, showing a recording of the Albadar display just now on his phone screen.

"I'm the lucky one, look!" Husna eagerly showed the results of his phonen camera shot to Amira who then exclaimed, saying,

"Haa rafka!"

"Where, where, I want to see." Asiah and Fadilah immediately looked at Husna's phone screen.

"o Allah, this man is so handsome!" exclamation Fadilah.

"That's a big shot of you, Na," Asiah said.

"Yes, dong, Husna." The girl smiled at me.

"I swear, Rafka's a good-looking storm." Amira again voiced her admiration while looking at the image of a young man standing strumming a guitar, his gaze pointed forward and his lips turned to a charming, handsome smile.

"That's enough!" Husna pulled her phone again.

"Send me the picture, Na!" amira pinta.

" Yes me too" Fadila said

"Would you too?" Husna.

"Yes is certain" said Asiah.

"Pay!" Husna raised his right hand with a cry.

"Ihh." The three friends were compactly hitting his shoulders.

"Na, you're not exactly Azmi, not Rafka. So why are you keeping the picture? Here just send it to us" said Fadila.

"Indeed, I ngefans the same mas Azmi, but that doesn't mean my heart is not deg degan also see the handsome mas Rafka, plus his charming smile," Husna said while grinning.

"Eh I swear, Rafka mas is my right, you know," said Amira while trying to seize Husna's phone.

"Instead, Rafka is public property, not private property" Fadila said.

Hearing that, for the umpteenth time, Nabila Alia looked at Davina, while Zaskia turned to Meidina Shafa who leaned her head on the pillar of the madrasa building while closing her eyes tightly.

"Dizziness, Ma'am?" Ask Zaskia. Meidina smiled as she nodded.

While the capture of Arafka's photo among the four girls sitting not far from them, continued. "Come, Na send!" Amira slightly forced Husna to send her photo to her cell phone.

"Yes, yes, wait" said Husna and he began to scroll through the screen several times.

"Ngefans are the same as Albadar?" Finally Nabila opened his voice to four girls who had made Nabila chat with his friends disturbed, because the four girls were quite violent fighting over Arafka's photo. Husna, who managed to target Arafka with his phonetic camera on Albadar's appearance just now at Sholih's kyai residence, was attacked by his friends, in order to share a photo of the handsome young man with all of them.

"Yes, these are from Alhasyimi yes, surely you know the Albadar personnel?" ask Fadila.

"Yes," said Nabila briefly.

"Can you send a greeting, no, for Rafka's mas?" ask Amira quickly.

"What greetings?" When I asked back.

"The greeting of a man created from his ribs, that is," replied Amira with a cry.

"Ciee." All three of his friends hit him on the shoulder. While Nabila just looked at each other with Davina while smiling.

"Don't tell me that, Amira. Who knows, Rafka's mas in Alhasyimi already has a girlfriend." Asia warns Amira.

"Now, not if Rafka's already got a girlfriend, you know." Fadila who asked the four KM students.

"After we don't have a girlfriend, but we're engaged" Zaskia said.

"Ah is impossible. Mas Rafka is still young so, the time has a fiancee," tepis Amira.

"Deed, Rafka already has a fiancee?" ask Fadila again towards Zaskia. And this question got the nod simultaneously from Zaskia, Nabila and Davina.

"Yes, be prepared to be heartbroken, nih" Asian ledk with face bent.

"This will repeat the story, heartbreak throughout Indonesia Raya," said Husna.

"That's all you say" said Husna and Asia.

"Eh Husna is like Azmi!" point Fadila in one direction. And it was not only Husna who looked in that direction, but also Zaskia and Nabila. And it is true, Azmi is walking with the Widad ustad about to cross the madrasah where they are sitting at this time. Nabila immediately got up from his seat and called.

"Mas Widad!"

The two young men both turned their heads, and for a moment they looked astonished, then immediately approached. "Cock is here?" ask Widad. Because this is a Puris pesantren, managed by Kyai Sholih, this pesantren is 7Km from Alhasyimi.

"Yes, we attended the invitation" said Nabila.

"Four?" Azmi asked.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Have Nyai Wardah been?"

"Already, Mas. We came here when Albadar got the three songs. We already want to go home, but the car can't get out" said Nabila.

"How can't you get out?" ask Widad wonder.

"That, Mas!" point Nabila on a supercar parked at the end, while on the side and behind it a lot of rows of cars from his guests kyai sholih. The courtyard of the Nuris madrasah this time was transformed into a parking lot for invited guests who attended the celebration at the Sholih kyai residence.

"Just like them!" show Nabila to Amira and her friends. "They're from Annur, and the car can't get out either."

"How is Ustad, before the Maghreb we must arrive at Alhasyimi. It's four o'clock now" Davina said.

Ustad Widad thought silently. "Our car's full, huh, Azmi?" ask Azmi.

"Yes, but no papa droling ustad. Let me and the others use the carry. They could go home first with Albadar's car," the young man broke up quickly. Widad nodded in agreement with Azmi's decision. However,

"Don't Azmi! Yes, it's the same iftad Widad is not papa, but what about the other Albadar crew" said Zaskia, and all agree with the opinion of the beautiful girl.

"Yes, ning Zaskia is right. Let us wait for the car. If we arrive late at Alhasyimi, please witness Mas Widad, if we have this problem, not the intention of not following the rules," said Nabila while staring at the widad which is indeed one of the KM teachers.

The handsome Ustad smiled as he nodded, and his gaze then anchored to Meidina who was sitting still with a pale face.

"Meidina why?"

"Meidina is sick, Ustad," Davina replied.

"illness?" Widad looks at each other with Azmi.

"The plan is from here we will go to the doctor first, deliver Meidina before returning to Alhasyimi. There are even obstacles like this," explained Davina again.

"I'll try to find a gap, Mas. Who knows if the car could get out." Azmi is very called to find a solution. And his good faith was immediately approved by ustadz Widad. However, just as Azmi was about to pass, a car stopped near them. The driver of a young man of Azmi's age rushed down in haste. Followed by a middle-aged man seen from his appearance, and the look on his face, it looks like he is a kyai. And with her, walked a beautiful young girl, who wore an orange hijab. They all walked together to the terrace of the madrasah where the young santri were gathered there.

"Assalamo." The young man said his greetings first.

"Waalaikumsalam Warahmatulloh." Almost all answered his greetings in unison.

"I am Rahman Azizi. He's my father, and this is my brother." The young man introduced the people who were with him. As friendly in the association, do not forget also with each other shaking hands. Between a man and his neighbor, vice versa.

"Sorry, if not wrong, smean sholawat Albadar group huh?" Rahman asked Azmi only.

"Yes, right," Azmi replied.

"Is that right, Albadar's melody guitarist named Irfan?" ask Rahman again.

"Name Arafka. His full name is Irfan Arafka Wafdan," Azmi said.

"Alhamdulillah." Azizi said happily. Even then he looked at his brother. "Truely she's Aba."

"Son, ask for help, how to meet with Nak Irfan, we and our family have a very important need with him." This time the saying is no longer Rahman, but Kyai Tamim, his brother Rahman Azizi.

"Yes, Mas. We are asking for help" Rahman said.

Azmi stared at Ustad Widad. "About Rafka's deck has gone home yet, Ustad?"

"Not knowing either. Just said he wanted to go home. But just give it a call" Widad suggested.

"Yes, Mas. Ask for a call, Mas. We beg you." Rahman Azizi put his hands together in front of his chest. Azmi nodded, while her heart wondered who Rahman was. Why does it look so desirable to meet with Arafka.