
This move continued me to do until finally my vegetable basket was almost full.
"I have to move to the second row." Because the first row only leaves the spinach tree that is young and not old enough to be picked.
I then stood up, stretched my stiff body because I sat too long after that just took my vegetable basket away.
Huh..
It's pretty heavy
"Astagfirullah-" My leg took the wrong footing and almost slipped if no one supported my body in the back.
"Be careful!" It's a male voice.
And so, I immediately turned around and saw the owner of the strong hand that had helped me. This man is so tall that I have to look up to see him. Then the eyes of the two of us actually met, this was only a few seconds because after that I immediately turned my face and retreated as far as possible to keep my distance.
"Astagfirullah.sorry.." I'm so nervous.
My heart sounds filled my sense of hearing. Hogging my entire body in unusual stiffness and strangely enough my knees feel a bit limp.
"Thank you for saving me.." If this guy doesn't help me, maybe I'll fall.
But, uh,
I wonder how this guy got behind me?
Though as he remembered he was still standing behind Ustad Azam but why was he here alone?
And why am I not aware of his whereabouts or hearing the sound of his footsteps behind-ah, what am I thinking!
I should be grateful to get help from him!
The man nodded lightly, "Other times be careful and don't take any wrong steps."
I immediately nodded my head quickly, "More times.I'll watch my steps."
He once again nodded, I secretly peeked at him and it just so happened that he was watching my vegetable basket. Hem, does he want to comment on how I cut the spinach tree?
Is my way wrong?
"Give me that basket. I'll help you take him."
Ah, it turns out my panic was in vain.
"Oh this," I spontaneously noticed my vegetable basket.
"I can still take him-" But let's just say this is one of God's ways that I can approach him!
Well, Asri! Why should you reject the kindness of the man who immediately caught your attention at the first meeting!
Right, why should I refuse him, hem?
Who knows if this thrilling feeling is indeed a feeling of love. Oh God, I'm really in love with an amazing man.
"Then put your basket down and I'll help you carry it."
I first massaged my right arm to show that I really felt sore. After that I put my vegetable basket on the ground and took two or three steps back to keep my distance from it.
He took my basket and immediately led the way after I said where to go.
"Thank you. You helped me again." I walked behind him, peering at his sturdy straight back.
Feels weird.
We both walked in the scorching sun without knowing each other let alone talking. But even though this is not uncomfortable, I think it feels rather comfortable.
Hem, what is this that Ai and Mega feel when they see Ustad Vano with Ustad Azam?
If yes, then is this a coincidence if the three of us are hit by the pink virus simultaneously?
"Where?" He walked straight without looking back. But this time it was much slower.
"Oh.." I hurriedly looked at the best place and well, a bit far away for me to foam close to him a little more.
"I think that angle is best." I said while pointing to the very end.
Astagfirullah, what am I doing?
He won't see it even though I'm pointing that way.
The man did not speed his steps back. He was still walking slowly in front of me. I don't know what he's thinking right now but here I enjoy our short time together. I enjoyed this soothing atmosphere, the unspoiled and soothing wind of rice fields flying my cloth and veil. It was as if I was in one of those thrilling Indian movie scenes.
Haha..
"Do you need any other help?" I don't think we've reached the corner I wanted.
Hah, maybe after this he'll leave.
"I think for the moment there's nothing. Once again thank you for your help." I said a polite maybe.
If I continue to hold him back maybe he will realize my bad intentions. She must be uncomfortable and not want to continue to linger with me.
So for a while I had to hold back this excitement slowly. Hem, by the way I want to know what his name is. I think he's my senior here.
"Alright, then I'll go, assalamualaikum."
"Mosur." I couldn't help but smile on my face.
"Oh my God, I want to know his name but I'm ashamed to ask!" I'm really so embarrassed.
I peeked again at him. He went to potato territory and appeared to be talking to Mega. The man was so courteous and kept his distance from Mega, making my heart calm involuntarily. He's obviously keeping his distance from Mega.
I don't want to admit, but that guy helped Mega too! He helped Mega! He did the same thing to another girl.
I'm not willing.