How To Love You
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A few days later.

Dewi asked Tasya to keep the shop for a while because the girl wanted to go to the mosque for congregational prayers. Usually when entering prayer time, they both pray alternately in the store. But because today Tasya is idle, so Dewi decided to pray for congregation in the mosque only. Incidentally, the location of the mosque is right across the school street. Walking for a while has arrived.

"I go firstwell, Tasy!" the goddess shouted as she walked out of the shop.

"Okay, sip!" Tasya held both thumbs up his hands towards the Goddess.

Tasya now keeps the shop alone. The girl sat behind the storefront closet where the goods were selling. Feeling bored, Tasya also laid his head on the cupboard made of glass.

Tasya did not realize that someone was watching him in a white car parked across the street from the store. The person smiled faintly as he looked at the girl from a distance.

When he felt safe, the man decided to get out of his car, then walked up to the beautiful hijab girl who was on duty guarding the store alone.

Now the man was standing right in front of Tasya but Tasya was not yet aware of the existence of the person. The girl was still drifting in her daydream while playing a heart-shaped keychain of gifts from a very special person.

The man smiled, then decided to open his voice. "Why? Is it the same as the one who loves?"

"Yes." Yeah." Tasya answered softly until he finally realized. "Eh, who am I talking to?"

Tasya immediately fixed his sitting position as soon as he realized someone was coming.

Tasya. He was so fascinated to see the figure of a handsome man who was standing right before him. His mouth was open and his tongue was weak. Bak bewitched with the charm of the man's good looks, the girl to the point of not being able to say a word.

Am I still dreaming? It's exactly like my dream last night. If it is, I hope, I can fall asleep even longer. He murmured in his heart.

"Why you?" ask the person while smiling at Tasya's expression which he thinks is very cute and adorable.

But why does it feel like this is really happening? Am I really not dreaming right now? His mind still could not believe what he was witnessing before his eyes at this moment.

To make sure she wasn't dreaming, Tasya pinched her cheek hard.

"Auwh, you're sick. It wasn't a dream." Tasya rubbed her cheek in pain from her own actions.

The young man laughed at Tasya's behavior. "Who said you were dreaming?"

"Ka-Kak Fathur" said Tasya stammered. He still could not believe what he saw with his eyes.

"Yes, who do you think you are?" fathur said, smiling.

Tasya felt ashamed of himself for his behavior in front of Fathur. The girl immediately allowed the handsome young man to sit down so that their topic could be sidetracked immediately.

"Please sit down, brother. When, Brother Fathur came home from Marakas City?"

Fathur pulled up the chair beside him and sat right in front of Tasya.

"3 Days ago," he answered casually.

"Oh." Tasya rounded her lips while nodding.

"How long have you been working here?" ask Fathur.

"Oh, it's been a while as well."

"Yes, Brother. Since I graduated school."

"Oh, why don't you go to college?" ask Fathur again.

"Now I am still mourning, brother. But the plan is this year I want a list of lectures at Prima University," explained Tasya.

Fathur nodded. "Oh, so yeah."

Fathur knew very well that Tasya only came from a simple family and was not as lucky as he was in terms of financial affairs.

"Oh yes, Brother Fathur knows where I work here from?" tanya Tasya was curious.

"I know from bi Inah."

"Bi Inah? How can I tell from Auntie Inah?" ask Tasya. He's getting curious.

"Mm, that's .. How can you, huh? I don't know why either? Hehe." Fathur replied while scratching his non-itchy nape.

In fact, he was embarrassed to admit that he was the one who took the initiative to ask some things about the girl to ART at his parents' house.

Tasya frowned at Fathur's reply. He felt confused as well as less understanding with the young man's words.

Seeing the look of confusion on Tasya's face, this time it was Fathur who chose to shift the subject.

Tasya, do you have whatsapp number?"

"Yes, Brother. Why?"

"May I ask for your whatsapp number?"

"Can, can. Of course you can, Brother."

Had it been another man, Tasya would have never given her mobile number that easily. But because that person was Fathur, a very special young man who had settled in his heart for many years, Tasya immediately gave it without ba bi bu.

After storing Tasya's number, Fathur put his phone back in his pants pocket, then paid to go to the mosque to pray for congregation zhuhur.

"I went to the mosque first."

"Yes, Brother. Please!" exclamation Tasya.

"Oh yeah, I can stop by here sometime, right?" ask Fathur before leaving the store.

"Of course, Brother. This place is always wide open for Brother Fathur. For anyone, even. This is the shop, brother. Hehe."

Tasya looked very happy and excited. Meeting the man of his dreams was really a mood booster that could make him very happy and happy instantly.