I'm Not an Old Virgin
Season II: Mahligai of Love (Chapter 5.12)
"Asri, I'll go too. I'll pick cucumbers there." I pointed to the corner of the fourth row directly adjacent to the spinach.
"So we're really splitting up?" Asri's expression looks funny.
I smiled faintly, "Yes, this is what we're doing to get it done and get back to the dorm."
"Alright, then I'll pick the spinach because Mega has already started digging the ground looking for potatoes."
I immediately looked into the potato area and found Mega already sitting crouched on the ground starting to dig into the ground.
Then me and Asri separated. I walked down the line at the very end of the cucumber territory. Here in addition to calming down I also turned out to find cucumbers that were bigger and better prepared to be picked than in the first place.
"Thank God, this place is so much better than the one before." My choice was not wrong.
I then put my vegetable basket on the ground and right next to me to make it easier for me to collect cucumbers. After that I looked at the largest cucumber among the trees in front of me.
"The fruit is great, God's mashaa." I became even more excited and subconsciously forgot my anxiety.
It turns out that what you said is true. The heart will become calm by itself when it comes to nature or something green.
Ino is the most practical liver medicine.
"Astagfirefull!" My hand was stabbed by a thorn again.
It's not a bloody wound but it still hurts.
"It's okay, it'll be fine if I get used to it."
I took a long breath. Trying to re-pick another cucumber. To be honest, I do not know how to pick cucumbers because at home Mother has never planted cucumbers. Mother prefers to plant flowers and strawberries because my four sisters love strawberries.
Speaking of my sister, I wonder how they are doing now at the Ar-Rahman boarding school?
It was Uncle Gio's boarding school and Aunt Annisa's, further away from my boarding school.
This is not the boarding house where Dad used to go, but this is a boarding house that I think is very good. In the past, Dad was originally going to stay here but because there are several reasons Dad even went to the boarding house Ar-Rahman and Qadarullah could meet with Mommy.
Allah Mashaa.
"Astagfirullah, Ai! What are you doing?!"
"Well.." My hand was suddenly pulled..Vano Ustad?
Since..since when was Ustad Vano here?
No, no. This is not the main focus. He called me..The ai?
The ai?
He called me Ai, O God!
He called me Ai!
Yesterday he just called me Aishi Humaira and now he calls me Ai.
"Why are you silent and let your hands hurt!" She looked at me angrily and also.worry?
My heart is beating so fast right now.
"It's okay, Ustad. It's not bleeding." I said to hold the happy turmoil in my heart.
He held my hand, ah rather he just held my wrist wrapped in a long-sleeved cloth from my robe.
Is he worried about me?
"It really doesn't hurt." I lie.
"really?" He raised one of his eyebrows, Ustad Vano looks very handsome!
"Yes, Ustad. It doesn't hurt." I said convince him.
"Then what about," She took my long veil cloth and put it over my palm. What is Ustad Vano doing?
".. now?" Then, he squeezed out my palm. Pressing the thorns in my palm and it really hurt.
He didn't press it hard but it still hurt.
"Astagfirullah, this is sick Brother Vano.." I said unconsciously making her hand stop.
A few seconds later, I realized what I had just said. Oh my God, this is so bad!
Ustad Vano must be so mad at me like yesterday?
Why is Ustad Vano looking at me like that?
He doesn't look angry. Her face instead showed a gentle expression that I had never seen before. He.. Does he really remember me?
"Don't do this again, Aishi." She lowered her head, removed the hijab cloth from my palm and looked at it carefully.
This time I had a hard time seeing her facial expression but that gentle expression earlier was really hard for me to forget.
"Is this sick?" He asked with his face down.
I really can't help my smile. It may seem silly but I really can't help it.
"It hurts, Ustad." This time I don't want to lie.
"If it hurts then you have to say it from the beginning and don't lie anymore." His voice is full of pressure.
"I'm sorry, Ustad. I really didn't mean to lie, Ustad." I said embarrassed.
I'm really embarrassed.
The hand that Ustad Vano was touching felt very cold and started to tremble lightly.
I can't control it!
"Alright, it will count as another punishment so you must be prepared from today."
Me,"...." Punishment again?
Seriate..
Thank God, it can be updated also. Thank you very much Sister @SitiZaida for the gift. Insha Allah tomorrow I will be up 4 or 5 chapters for Brother.
Again I say thank you 🍁
Okay, this is an impromptu write-up. Maybe many do not like the character Ai weak, not strong, prefer silence and the like. Well.you could say Ai is a crybaby character.
But, you should know that Ai grew up that way because she understood the difference to the others. He had also experienced psychological torture so inevitably he became someone who was easily oppressed. But this is just a character on paper and I still haven't fully revealed Ai's side.
If you don't like nothing skip, I also don't mean you read kok🤭