Fatwa Love The Angel
Who'sis that?

Diba gets bored, he just rolls there bolsters here on the bed. He also thought of going to Zayena's house, his beautiful and kind friend. Diba snatched his sling bag and then opened the door of his room.

Their house was not too far away, it did not take long he had arrived in front of Zayena's house. "Assalamu'alaikum Zay!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullah," said the person inside as the door opened featuring the figure of Zayena.

Diba smiled sweetly as he twisted the rope of his bag. Zayena's feeling was already uneasy seeing Diba's facial expression, the girl would definitely invite him out.

"Why do you cry, want to come out?" search Zayena.

The girl who was shorter by a few centis from Zayena was increasingly revealing neat teeth grinning wide. "Look Zay, we're going to the mall."

"Make what? Magrib, I must help the ummah prepare food to open."

"Dam, plis. Ramadhan is soon gone," Diba counted his fingers, "stay three more days, Zay."

"Keep."

"We have to hunt for clothes, plis Zay plis. Ummah must also ngizinin ko," persuaded Diba a bit whining like a child asking to buy candy.

Diba saw the silhouette of Laila-humma Zayena flashed behind the girl. "Well, I want to take Zayena to the mall, okay?" asked the girl, Laila turned to look at the two girls who were chatting at the door.

"By, Dib."

"Make it, Ummah also has it." Diba pulls Zayena's hand.

"Iya-iya undaunted, I brought the same bag as the wallet first."

Zayena approached her people. "Ummah, Zayena let go briefly with Diba."

"Dear, will you open outside or will you go home before the magrib?"

Zayena thought for a moment. Diba will take her to the mall, the girl will definitely go around the mall as much as possible especially now she will hunt for clothes. Make sure they will be long.

"Zayena's breaking open outside with Diba, Ummah."

"Eum, don't go home."

"Yes Ummah, assalamu'alaikum." Zayena grabs Laila's frail hand and kisses her.

Laila rubbed the top of Zayena's head. "Waalaikumsalam, be careful dear."

Zayena and Diba immediately went to the mall. Previously they had argued again, because Diba did not want to drive the bike as well as Zayena. But finally Zayena was the one who relented and drove Diba's matic motorbike.

Motor wheels through the streets of the city that look crowded, Zayena riding his motorbike at medium speed. He let the afternoon wind blow his face despite mixing with the police from the vehicle.

"Eh, that's the girl who shared the gospel at that time?" Sakuta nudged Clovis' arm who was busy sipping his cigarette while sitting on his sports bike.

The man turned off his cigarette butts as his eyes caught Zayena's figure. It could be destroyed his mission that is building a good image in order to take the heart of the girl. Beside him Damian rolled his eyeballs, he giggled amusedly at the behavior of his best friend.

"He saw the cave smoking no?"

"Somewhat a sat, this is again crowded. You're not going to notice" Sakuta replied.

"Lo gobloknya ga ketulungan, already know the song of the month of Ramadan even smoking in public places. Do not appreciate those who are Muslims," said Damian sage.

"Ngeri ngab," continued Sakuta while shuddering after hearing the words of his best friend.

"Lo on a bet?" damian said suddenly, Oliver and Sakuta suddenly glanced at him.

"Gua believes that the child will not get Zayena and ends up falling in love with the girl" he continued.

***

Diba nudges Zayena's arm. "Eh that's a mas-mas that looks like cha eun woo isn't it? Ahhh very good sihh," he said dramatically while pointing at Clovis who was helping push the cart selling grandfathers.

"You say he's a descendant of the Pranata family, right? The famous businessman? Perfect, Zay. Handsome, rich, kind, not arrogant" he continued praising Clovis.

Zayena closed her eyes while looking down, unconsciously looking at Clovis. The girl continued to beristighfar in her heart, she dragged Diba away from there.

"Ihh Zay, what's wrong with you?"

"You salting yaa yaa abis see, eum who's his name, aahh Clovis yes Clovis." Diba menoel-noel Zayena's arm, "do you like her?"

"What the hell, no."

"This we are thinking of buying a drink first to snack, abis it to the mosque for magriban. New to the restaurant continue to the mall, before isya must have gone home. Don't stay in the mall for long" Zayena Cerocos .

**

Clovis toured in the same mall as Zayena, itung-itung-itung spread charm on the girl. He was very curious about Zayena, maybe not as curious as he was but an obsession.

"Clovis!" shouted someone at the tall man. He suddenly looked at the direction of the voice, looked a woman with a height so high using a fairly sexy shirt.

The woman ran towards Clovis and plunged her body into Clovis' arms. "Gua kangen really," he said.

Clovis circulated his gaze in fear if Zayena saw the two of them. He pushed the woman slowly to let go of his embrace.

"Why is that kayak? It's a public place," Cold Clovis scolds.

The woman was named Arista Widya Kusuma, she was one of the women who became a Clovis toy. Arista had already ignored the man, but he still pursued Clovis as if they still had the relationship as before.

"Darling, how are you so cold? Want me to get an angelin' kayak first?" he said spoiled, his naughty hands mebela soft neck Clovis level.

Clovis immediately brushed off Arista's irritated hand. This woman before him would only embarrass himself, look at the several pairs of eyes already highlighting them with a difficult gaze to interpret. He hated the look of people.

From a distance Zayena saw the scene, for some reason her eyes were slightly heated up. Perhaps due to the effects of fatigue alone, during this holy month he is still preoccupied with campus activities and organizations and social services.

"Who is he?" Diba suddenly appeared behind him with a robe in his hand. The girl glanced at Zayena who was just silent.

"Zayena ihh, I'm just looking at it."

"uh, I don't know. Maybe his girlfriend" said Zayena.

"Have you not bought your clothes yet? Let's go home,“ take Zayena.

Clovis captured the silhouette of Zayena who had just left following Diba. Shit, all because of Arista. The mission to destroy Zayena seems to be going down, but she will not just give up. His curiosity was already on the verge of a natural boundary.

"Darling, don't you miss me?"

"Please you****** ga clear, mending you go from cave life!"

Arista pursed his lips in annoyance.