Islam Learning Fasting
85. Katrin! Not Islam!

Islam put some unused cloth into the cardboard while Khadija has since looked at Islam silently and bowed again as Islam turned its head.

"Let's take it to the car, Dad!" ask the woman and step outside.

"Okay, deh," answered Islam eagerly.

Khadija folded up the bridal garment and put it in a pouch. Now there is only him in the room with Islam.

"Em, I'm sorry."

Khadijah turned to look at Islam who is now seen hugging a cardboard containing decorative fabrics.

"Em can you please take that cloth and put it in this cardboard box!" Point Islam at the cloth on the floor.

Khadijah did not answer. He got up and grabbed the cloth from the floor and put it in the cardboard.

"Thank you."

Islam stepped out making Khadijah turn around and get busy on the bridal cloth he put in the bag.

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The sound of knocking was heard making Khadijah turn to look at Islam who looks smiling towards him.

"What's wrong?"

"Is there no fabric on the floor?" ask Islam.

Khadijah looked down at the floor.

"There is no."

Islam nodded then stepped back to make Khadijah turn back.

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The sound of knocking on the door made Khadijah turn back and sigh when he looked back at Islam.

"What else?"

"Em doesn't seem to exist, does it?"

Khadijah laughed and nodded.

Islam again stepped up to make Khadijah turn back the body.

The sound of knocking on the door again made Khadijah turn to look at Islam who was holding the door.

Khadijah folded his hands to the front of his chest and shook his head to look at Islam who looked smiling while stroking the surface of the door.

"It looks like this door is hard."

Khadijah smiled and shook his head to look at Islam who again knocked on the door right in front of Khadijah.

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Islam knocked him back.

"Buy the door where?" ask Islam.

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"Akhi Islam, can you stop to knock on that door?"

Islam smile. He puts his shoulders and says, "Well, okay."

Islam stroked the surface of the door and knocked it several times and stepped away accompanied by the serious gaze of Khadijah who continued to watch over Islam.

Khadijah turned around until the sound of knocking on the door again made Khadija turn to look at Islam who seemed to hold his laughter.

"Is it done?"

"Hahaha, just try again."

"Akhi Islamic! Go!"

"Hahaha, yes."

Islam stepped forward but he retreated his steps and then knocked back on the door right in front of Khadijah who let out a long sigh.

"This is the last."

Islam walked away.His body was not seen anymore but his hand knocked back on the door. Khadijah laughed as he looked at the hand of Islam knocking on the door.

Islam showed half of his body at the entrance and smiled at Khadijah.

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"This is the last one, I promise."

Islam returned invisible as he stepped, his body invisible again in front of the door of his room that was not closed.

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The knock on the door again made Khadijah blur his lips. I don't know why Islam isn't tired of knocking on doors.

"Akhi Islam"

Khadijah's voice stopped staring in shock at Katrin whose hand was seen at the door. Katrin who has knocked on the door is not Islam.

Khadijah doesn't know what to do. His body felt stiff especially when Katrin's gaze looked at him sadly.

"Katrin! Not Islam!"

"Kat-rin!"

"Catrin!" katrin said while nodding.

Katrin stepped in close to Khadija who was immediately bowed, she did not dare to look into the eyes of Katrin who was still staring at her.

"Gue thought you didn't have a relationship"

"Afwan, ukhti Katrin. Earlier, Katrin knocked on the door of Islam had knocked on the door several times so ana-"

"Lo think this is Islam?"

Khadijah nodded slowly making Katrin smile cynically. Katrin folded her hands in front of her chest.

"So it turns out the taste of Islam, just veiled women."

"Gue doesn't know why Islam likes you. You have used Islam or lo apain the Islam, anyway until he wants to be the same lo?"

Khadijah.

"It turns out here I realized it turns out that the taste of Islam is lower than what I thought."

"Lo can't be close to Islam!"

"Please, stay away from Islam!"

"Lo must realize that you are nothing compared to me."

"So, Islam belongs to me!"

"And remember! Katrin! Not Islam!"

"Katrin."

Katrin smiled cynically and then turned away. It was enough to talk to Khadijah, who may soon cry.

"Loving a veiled girl is not common."

Katrin stopped her steps as Khadija's voice rang out from behind making Katrin quickly turn her head.

"Loving a veiled girl is the highest sense of love because a man can love without having to look at his face."

Khadija approached accompanied by a sharp gaze Katrin who looked like she was scouting.

"Well, I admit that the taste of Islam is like this, only the veiled girl."

"You need to know that the veil and hijab are the highest level of clothing in Islam, so from here we know that the taste of Islam is higher."

"Why does Islam love Khadijah more?"

"It's not because of the use!"

"But because it's real love."

"Only by looking at the eyes of the Islamic Achi can fall in love with Khadijah while the ukhti Katrin has shown a face but can not get love akhi Islam."

"Ana has tried to stay away from Aki Islam but she still loves Khadijah while Katrin, Katrin is clearly pursuing Akhi Islam but unfortunately aki Islam does not like it."

"Katrin who ran away but got nothing and Khadijah who just kept silent can get the love of Akhi Islam."

"Please don't carry the name of the veil in the name of love."

Katrin smiled cynically.

"Lo wear veil kayak gini just want to benefit the veil let Islam love lo lo lo, right?"

"Cadar is proof of your love for Allah, not because of Islam."

"But Allah brings the love of the Achi of Islam through this veil-"

"Not a holy grail lo," Katrin cut made Khadija nod.

"Gue wondered how the same face you were."

Khadijah's eyes widened slightly in shock, and Katrin moved her hand and touched the tip of the veil Khadija was intending to pull.

"Yahoo!!!" katrin screams in pain as Khadija holds Katrin's wrist and twists it hard backwards.

Katrin grimaced feeling a tremendous pain in her hand. Katrin didn't think Khadija could fight like this.

Katrin thought that Khadija was a weak girl and could be bullied but she was not.

"Le...le...fit me!!!" jerrit Katrin's.

Khadija smiled and pushed Katrin to the ground. Katrin looked up at Khadija who looked scary, this is not the Khadija she often saw.

"Afwan," said Khadijah casually.

Katrin got up from the floor while touching her painful right hand.

"Somebody still want Katrin to tell you?"

Katrin shook her head in fear and immediately ran out of the room leaving Khadijah who immediately threw her body into the mattress.