Dear, My'Eve
ROMANTIC SPOT

With a face that looks sparkling and excited reaction despite not jumping up and down while shaking a prick, Aisya still opened his mouth slightly in order to admire the gate of Kala Makara that overshadowed this entrance, welcome visitors to the timeline. As the meaning implies, the passage of time. The three arches that became the gate was initiated by Tien Soharto's mother to describe the meaning of the creation of this tmii namely the past, present and future. One word Aisya in heart, masyayAllah.

Until Ernest's whispering voice was clearly heard beside him, disturbing Aisya with this rancid youth's signature joke, "the watch flies in later," he chuckled.

Soon Aisya clenched her mouth and hissed a bunch of her beautiful cynical eyes, making Ernest even more anxious and laughing.

"Ish, I've actually been here in SD, but now how much better?! Don't know maybe I'm new," the girl gave an excuse that Ernest didn't consider it a village. Apparently the prestige side of Aisya as a teenage girl is still there, Ernest thought this girl was meekly impressed by boring and often relented, but apparently more and more days, the, Aisya was able to open her true self to Ernest, and one thing was certain...Ernest liked it more.

"You can also understand nothing so much, you are still beautiful!" his reply.

"Buck!" gerutu Aisya walked away from him and preferred to approach Nistia as well as Ajeng who was frenzied pointing inward.

Mr. Wage has been screaming with toa that never separated from his armpits, in order to order the 20 children participating in this tour. But clearly their focus was not on Mr. Wage, but rather had dyed far inward, impatient to enter immediately.

There was not a single minute Ernest threw away his surveillance from Ai, as if this place was no more attractive than Aisya.

Gibran patted Ernest's shoulder and said, "already, the son of a man is taped mulu! Rich girl Aisya tuh must pull, aa bro!" obviously Ernest disagrees with Gibran, is he some kind of love counselor? Because what he saw Gibran was still single until now.

"Not Ernest his name if the pull of a rich kite, if you want to pull yes pull, if the groove off all of you," he often laughed nosily.

"I told you, don't stay away from me? Later you disappear," the heavy voice typical of teenage boys surprised Aisya, to the point that he thought it was a whisper of a demon.

But Aisya did not mengubris Ernest speech just now, he prefers to frown irritated without saying anymore because uselessly this young man always has an answer to reply.

Nosy smiles shown by Nistia and Ajeng, "the Ernest mah so the event, the event of self-approach Yes Nest! The single one's moving aside!" the two gave distance from Aisya, of course this veiled girl objected.

Aisya clucked in annoyance, "what the hell!" he told his friends who were inexhaustible teasing him.

"Here, the bag I brought?! Let you not object, my angel is not able to be soybean," Ernest chuckled to himself with his lebay speech, while Aisya had already poked out his tongue, kejiji'an.

"Go ahead, Nest." he refused, but Ernest ignored Aisya's refusal, he had already taken over the backpack on Aisya's back, as if it was his and Aisya was just borrowing, "I put food there too, so let me take it. The time has been nitip asked to be brought," he explained seduce, Aisya who does not have answers can only obey, than this young man continued to be noisy and now the group has moved in.

Finally inevitably Aisya had to bond with Ernest throughout the trip this time.

Just as the situation was getting crowded, Mr. Wage took the group to enter their first destination, the provincial bridge.

No matter the explanation of the tour guide and bu Indah, children are actually more interested in taking selfies and posting them on social media respectively. The air here is warm enough to get hot because it happens to enter the dry season. In the midst of tens or even hundreds of people, Ernest pulled him to approach a bridge, with a roof structure that has pointed edges this is the house of Gadang.

"Bagonjong's house, my papah has its ministries," said Ernest staring proudly at the mansion in front of them, then he turned to Aisya, "want a photo? Who knows if you'll have a Minang-derived soul mate?" he continued smiling widely, more precisely hoping.

"Byeah," she nodded sweetly. Aisya took a few steps from where Ernest stood. The young man pulled out his phone and took 2 shots from the camera lens.

And when Aisya let out a sweet smile towards the camera with a style that was not too excessive impressed calm, Ernest's heartbeat suddenly slowed down, time seemed to stop for him to see the most beautiful smile he had ever met. Ernest was so stunned, it was suitable for his nickname for Aisya, because in fact this girl like an angel who came down to earth just for him.

"Eh, that's it!" ernest replied, stammering down the phone.

"People Minang can get stuck in the Sundanese land," Aisya now laughs crisply approaching and back beside Ernest, the girl was curious about her portrait on Ernest's phone, "will send it to me yes," continues asking.

"Ready. Could be, to the flash flood. Continue to feel at home because met mojang Bandung, finally beranak pinak!" reply with a joke.

Before actually falling behind the group, the two rejoined when they saw the other friend's back getting further away.

"It feels rich around Indonesia," murmured Aisya while looking at Ernest.

"Yes, but no fun ah. This one is boongan. If you were given the opportunity which place would you like to come? Of papua? Acehnese? Bali, the island of gods. Lombok, Raja Ampat?" ernest asked, but just at the same time Ernest moved from right to left Aisha, apparently the young man was dispelling the sun that was still coming from the east, made Aisya slightly frown.

"Jabal Rahmah, the most romantic place on earth." replied Aisya steady while smiling meaningfully.

"What's there? Why is it a romantic place? Has the president of love ever been there? Or a heartwarming story throughout history that echoes the story of Juliet's romeo?" indeed, Aisya's explanation provoked curiosity that re-emerged in Ernest.

Aisya mengu mengumannya smile, "Jabal Rahma is often called the mountain of love, where Adam and Eve meet again after repentance, which then Eve gave birth to the fruit of their love filled the corner of the world. The place where the prophet Abraham tested his love for God, to sacrifice the son he had long longed for his birth."

Ernest frowned at Aisya's reply, "Huh?! Lord did you tell the prophet to sacrifice the son he was waiting for?" ernest's expression was so shocked to hear it.

Not yet Ernest returned to his voice, Aisya had already opened her voice first, "yes. Prophet Abraham had a dream 3 times in a row, by order of Allah to slaughter his son the prophet Ishmael, for the sake of his sincerity and love of Allah until he got the title khalilullah or lover of Allah, for the sake of sincerity and love of Allah, though God eventually replaced the prophet Ishmael with a goat."

As if the boisterous sound here is subtle, Ernest is more fun to hear Aisya's story than the sounds around him, let alone the sound of tour guides that sound more like people in the middle of a gargle.

"In Jabal Rahmah too, where the Quran which says Islam has been perfectly revealed, it is all in Surat Al-Maidah verse 3. As well as the place where the flood of tears, for there too the beloved of God died, your apostle." Aisya closed the story just now by grabbing the tumbler from the side of her bag held by Ernest, apparently a lot of talk in the middle of the city where the weather was hot enough to make the throat dry.

Ernest was still confused by Aisya's story just now, and did not understand, "you believe that your God exists?" asked Ernest, making Aisya surprised instead of playing over the question that Ernest was asking, to the point that he choked .

Uhukk! Uhukk!

Ernest's hand reflexes were good, he deftly patted Aisya's back slowly, "emh...be careful neng, do I need to take the tip of your head?" clearly Ernest was not asking because he had now grabbed Aisha's head with both hands and pulled closer and blew the veil-covered end of the head, which he had already taken, the thin material of the hijab used to make a cool gust now hit Aisya's head even though it was not so pronounced, provoking a nyinyir reaction from Aisya who looked at Ernest with a sneer, "do it? Myth ah, you're rich in olden days!" the girl laughed crisply.

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