I AM YOU AND ISLAM
CHAPTER 63

Unfortunately the happiness that almost burst in Irene's heart had to be dashed due to Aisyah's presence in the middle of the two. Fizhan moved, removing the distance between himself and the wide-hooded girl.

“Please take a picture of it yes Irene.” Aisyah then handed over a flat object to the girl whose chest began to feel as big as her.

The sight was like a dagger that had successfully unsheathed his heart countless times. Irene was sick, Fizhan and Aisyah hooked hands on each other's shoulders and were ready to be photographed.

He said that if not mahram should not be near.

He had also always been reluctant to negate the distance with Irene.

Then what is this?

The two of them are like a pair of lovers who are mixing the story on a titi based on the blue of the ocean.

One picture, two pictures, five pictures. They are still posing with a style that is always changing. No distance, no barrier as a barrier. A sweet smile also never faded on the face of the two when the portrait activities taking pictures were taking place.

“Thank you Irene,” said Aisyah enthusiastically.

Irene was silent, not answering the words of the woman of her age just now.

The atmosphere here is quite crowded considering the beautiful place and has many trinkets stuck in the sand. Hordes of small toddlers, screaming while running around the beach.

Irene took a deep breath. One more pain was in his heart at this moment. Now he could only see the two merry men from inside the little hut under the tree.

Let him feel, and let him hold love in silence. The mission to answer his curiosity towards Fizhan turned into an alien feeling that ensnared his heart all out. Moreover, with all kinds of teachings that man has given him, it increases his love for Islam.

I don't know, somehow it's finally coming.

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“Three more days we will leave this house Re,”, Antonius said to his daughter who was overwhelmed on the sofa.

Before long a pair of netra the girl headed towards the open door. Where once he often welcomed the arrival of his little friends and then tightened their arms. Ah, this is indeed a difficult choice, because there are basically many stories that are very difficult to leave behind.

“Serah Papa alone,” reply Irene then passed into the room.

In the past, hearing news like this alone had made Irene's mind unreasonable. Another by now after the heart-wrenching events of today. He changed his mind, perhaps leaving this City and all his memories were the best solution to keep the whole heart.

Irene rushed to close the door of her room and immediately scattered herself onto the bed, wanting to be alone. In there, he drained all his tears into the toilet.

He knew his childhood friend Esther. Given all the forms of brutality they had gone through made the corners of his lips perfectly drawn. Dear thousand dear, after the man who was not clear of his origin managed to snatch Esther's heart, the woman never cared about Irene again. Let alone to care, say hello is no longer. It's all over, Irene herself.

After being content to play with tears, the hazel-eyed virgin shuffled towards the small closet that he had kept secret from Antonius. A place where all kinds of books about Islam became his favorite reading before closing his eyes.

Irene went out of the room for a moment to pick up a big box in the kitchen. After that, he quickly unpacked the closet and grabbed all the books in it to put in the brown square.

One book.

Two books.

Seven books.

All ludes are not left.

Irene saw it. But on the other hand, for what else he still keeps books that remind him of the figure of the idol teacher. After he moved to Bandung, it was impossible for him to get a teacher who did not necessarily believe that she was a Muslim woman.

Yeah, I think this is the best. Tomorrow is the last day where he can see Fizhan the title of the heart. Gazebo where he used to study teaching will also be the last place he walked in this City. It's better that way, there's no need for him to be too naive to maintain his feelings for Fizhan.

Even with a heavy heart, the girl must also give up her love for Islam that has been awakened in such a way. Even though his enthusiasm was very deep, there was nothing he could hope to teach him like before. Looking for a new teacher in a new city? Uh! Don't try to fool around.

There really is nothing left to defend from this city.

Elsewhere, a teenage girl who had spilled the story with Irene seemed angry instead of playing. This is his first time to meet the figure of Alan after the boxing event a few days ago. The man gave up. The plan this time was to reclaim Esther's attention so that it would be easy for her to meet Irene in the same place and time. Later after they meet, Alan will make Esther jealous by treating Irene like a lover. After a fire breaks out between the two, Alan pumps Esther to get Irene back to Sam. That way, Esther will easily take back the heart of Alan who almost fell on Irene even though it was only a mere setting.

“What! So I can't run away with another man you said? Great great great!” esther said, patting her hands hard.

Unfortunately Alan did not give up despite having got bogem many times from his lover. He even came to Esther's house these nights, apologizing.

“Please, Darling. I know this is wrong. But please help me understand my situation. I'm afraid if you just want to play and eventually leave you,” Alan rests on both Esther.

“Do you think I'm less sincere after staying afloat despite your unworthy treatment, huh? You never gave me a gift, you always gave me nuts and mineral water that made me bloated every time we met,” reply again without care there will be people who hear the conversation of the two of them.

“Then how do you want? There was no other way but to take me back, for no man would marry a girl who was not a virgin Esther,” a sentence that makes Esther's chest more rumbling was thrown just like that from Alan's lips.

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Seriate

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