Dear, My'Eve
DEAR MY'HAWA
Dear my'Eve, my,
How are you now, after 5 years of not seeing each other?
A young man smiled broadly over the passenger seat of one of the Egypt-Jakarta commercial airliners with another ticket in his hand.
...MUKADIMAH...
...Hajj and Umrah...
He unceasingly opened the leaflet that showed the Kaaba, and the place he so desperately wanted to go with the idol of Jabal Rahmah....
His jaw went up and down to swallow the salivary, "the journey is still long," he decided to close his eyes and just sleep. Until the memories of 6 years ago returned to his sleeping flowers, his Lord reminded him once again of the incident, when the first struggle began....
🌟 6 YEARS AGO
"Da..Ai...! Hurry here!" the white-veiled girl with the characteristic white uniform ash of SMA Negri 156 was forced to accelerate her pace following the pull of her colleague, Retno. Until he had no time to just glance at his own steps.
"What the hell is Ret?"
His ping pong ball eyes were perfectly rounded when he found a young man, fellow students there who were standing on the 2nd floor of the school building while talking loudly to a loudspeaker he borrowed from the OSIS room. The barrier wall even has cracks in some parts even though it looks still sturdy.
"Aisha! ! Aisya Nurul Huda, XI MIPA! I'm Ernest Pradiawan hereby to say I like you Ai! You want me to be your girlfriend, right?!"
As soon as his face reddened, the hue on his cheek no longer needed to be added by a blush to make it look like the abis was punched, because now the chubby looks so red. He looked down embarrassed because at this time all eyes were even highlighted to him, until the school barber was made dumb by the behavior of the guy named Ernest. Not because of so sweet or young soul back flared, but want to be tebukin tuh child, if you want to slip auto move nature, you little boy! Do not think my mother at home, if she died silly just because of the styles of love mon yet, let it be said like pojangga and don juan.
"Bo doh! Silly," murmured Aisya.
Ernest tilted his slanted smile to see the girl he had been echoing his name had come and saw her who was like a wingless and spotted arjuna above here.
But that moment of arjuna wiwaha must be thwarted by Ernest's homeroom teacher, "aduhhh siah! *Down maneh Ernest's tea! Hayang labuh, auto move nature maneh*!" ms. Windi came with a wooden ruler and pointed it at Ernest. With the typical nagging of chatty teacher mothers and a bunch of red lips that until the moon nyonk-mo nyonk he scolded Ernest from the end of the hall until almost approaching Ernest, he said, disperse Ernest's friends who stand guard to protect the poet of love if later he falls. Ernest did not bo doh, just doing extreme things without plan B and protection.
"What oruh ma'am? The important thing is that I do not disturb the school hours, I have not entered. I'm rich gini let Aisya know I like him, really like him!"
"Bo do it!" Retno and some of her school friends who watched this absurd moment laughed because Ernest was still talking to her. Ernest is known as a handsome student, smart but his weakness is that he is a silly creature.
"You're tea shit, Ernest?! Do you love life?! So so'an wants to be cool, but mah bengga! Not cool at all, huh! The Aisya'nya is also even embarrassed, ilfeel see you are rich gini! Down!" point Windi towards Aisya who has lowered her head under there with a look of nagging from the school residents.
"Udah down! Get off! You can go to the OSN team, science club, but suddenly down your pinter image if you are rich in gini! Here I help!" haggar bu Windi.
But unfortunately good intentions do not always run smoothly, because honestly when Miss Windi accidentally bent her head down, she suddenly tremors and feels dizzy, dizzy, his knees suddenly limp helplessly due to the altitude.
"Ouch!"
Miss Windi was looking for something for her to hold on to, "oh Ernest, this tea is terrible horror!"
"Eh..eh ma'am!"
Srotts!
Haa?!
Their eyes were perfectly rounded including Aisya,
"Mom," Ernest immediately pulled his sagging trousers due to Windi's strong clutch in his pants.
"Ha-ha-ha!"
Witwiii!
"Ernest sexyhhh!"
"Bo xer brooo skull!"
Ernest saw the departure of the beautiful girl in the white veil, "Ai! Ai! Wellhh, mom failed cool ah!" He jumped back towards the 2nd floor corridor with Windi's mother holding on to the wall. Ernest fixed his pants.
"Oh sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"Ah, mom. Even the timid Ernest ma'am. Now Aisya even ilfeel so, but mother nothing right?"
"Cock! Hold onto this Windi. I want to follow my angel first!" he shouted at the friend.
The chef who was still laughing at the big moment nodded, "ready boss!"
Ernest was indeed a youth who had no shame like him. Plus unyielding, he ran down the stairs towards the first floor, he ran down the stairs, then moved following heart and mind down the corridor to XI MIPA 1 class where Aisya was.
"Cirrrabiggg! Witwiww, Ernest very boy, skull, sexihhhh his feathers Nest make want to jam!" flirtatious female friends. Besides those mentioned.. Ernest is one of the children whose circle of friendship is wide here, befriend anyone and may have secret fans as well as the obvious.
He ran no matter the praise or scorn of his friends. All he was after was the beautiful girl with blushing cheeks, the quiet girl nan jutek, the only girl who did not want to be approached by him in the science club and the OSN team.
"Aisha!"
All the occupants of the MIPA class 1 instantly turned to him, the definition diverting my world in 10 seconds.
"Eh Nest, how are the pants safe?!" aji Kelakar.
"Faith bro" Ernest gave his thumbs up.
The girl never looked at him for more than 5 seconds, Ernest's eyes narrowed slightly indicating he was pulling a smile, the more anxious he was making.
"Hay Aisya.." her smile grinned like a horse that brushed his teeth.
The look was uncomfortable and did not like to be thrown Aisya, "ridiculous!" hisses.
Ernest pulled a chair that was idle there with a bent position to make something hanging on his neck out menjutai moving slowly from right to left, something sparkling giving granda on the feast day yesterday, he said as a savior for Ernest, wherever he went, wherever his heart was anchored would always be given peace....
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Noteds:
\*Maneh : you
\*Honey: want to fall
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Assalamu'alaikum, greetings everyone! Initially want a surprise, but because there are some enlightenment from the outside because my door I open as wide as the world 😂 finally works semi-religion to welcome my version of ramadan I imagine as well.
There were some inputs to the genre whether it was the genre of pesantren etc, but I finally dropped my heart on the genre of teen semi-religion, the genre of pesantren, and finally, because honestly, almost most writers write works with the genre of pesantren so bosen😅 pesantren suddenly full of the same brat I just kesiannya sir kyai.
I realized writing the novel had to be a lot of references and strong science especially regarding beliefs, so no controversy. I do not want to patronize and take on a theme with conflicts and heavy grooves to make the brain splatter because it is not a strong burden of learning, plus I am just a writer who does not have much knowledge, he said, it is far from the word soleha and knowledge. Here we have fun aja according to the portion of guys😉
Where does her voice like my version of the teen???!!! Kuyyyy followed in Ernest's entourage as Aisya dive into the romance of Aisya's beliefs as well as their teenage world, do not miss the novel because it is a short version.
Happy reading all ❤❤
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