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Love can take away a person's critical power and rationality. He SAW besabda, “Your love for something makes you blind and deaf.”

(CHR. Abu Dawud and Ahmad)

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Cekrek...

Flash from the camera shot a variety of poses displayed by the beautiful woman in front there. He uses the latest product from one of the famous designers, initially he was very uncomfortable facing this shooting session but when undertaken and thanks to the support of his loved ones he was slowly getting used to it.

“Replace position! Try the collar down again until you expose your shoulder.” Said the photographer while lowering his camera.

“But..” that model also interjected not accept with that direction.

“Turunin aja darling. You do not have to worry, it will not look all kok.” A handsome man approached her to persuade her to follow the photographer's instructions. He tried to convince his model and his girlfriend.

The woman flanged but after pleading with eyes waiting for her impatiently let alone the ridiculing gaze of one of the crew, she nodded resignedly.

“Come...” the man next to him started to move away while asking him to change position according to the instructions of the photographer so that the results are satisfactory and in accordance with their wishes.

He began to lower the collar of the sleeveless blouse he used.

“A little more.” said the photographer, he also lowered again to show a little tanktop he used.

“Well, yes so good.” Thumb looks towards the model.

Cekrek...

After checking the camera capture, the photographer chatted a little with some colleagues and returned to give instructions. “Try his legs crossed while glancing sideways.”

The direction was immediately moved by the model to expose her thighs that were slightly open because of using hotspan.

“Sip. Hold yes!”

Cekrek....

“The chin is lifted slightly while closing the eyes.” The umpteenth instruction made the model complain of being tired. He's been spending hours on photoshoots today. He followed the instructions weakly.

“OK!”

Cekrek....

“Finish! Ferfects! Thanks.”

Today's photo session is finally over. Sarah, who was assisted by several stylists, left the shooting room to go to the dressing room.

“It's dong, not stiff anymore. It's not hard being a model. I love you more and more with my girlfriend.” Faris approached Sarah, who had changed her clothes.

“I love you too. But, the last picture was not displayed yes later my parents are angry.” Sarah said as she struggled in the arms of her boyfriend who has been in contact with her for the past year.

“Kok that? The last one is the best. Oath.” Faris looked at Sarah while looking at her face. Trying to resist that desire.

“But my parents will be angry and I will not be your model again. I'm afraid they'll find out that I rarely sniff during your Agency.” Sarah with a pleading face.

“Yes if that's what you want, the last picture won't load. And you are calm, your parents will not know that you often skip as long as you often miss nitip. I guarantee.” Faris' soft foamy voice calmed her lover.

But Sarah is still worried about what might happen. For one month she was a model at Faris' agency until her college was abandoned.

“Udah, we have fun yuk! Today's photo shoot must make you tired. Where are you going now? Want to come with me to the club?” Tawar Faris's.

Faris often invites Sarah to the club but Sarah always refuses until sometimes makes Faris think that Sarah still looks childish. Especially during a relationship with Sarah, he never did it like they were out there. Even to kiss Sarah's cheek was forbidden, he said only to join hands and hugs. Fortunately Faris love and sarah can also be invited to cooperate in his Agency to make Faris unable to let go.

Initially Sarah only often came to the Agency and followed wherever Faris did a photo shoot with his team but one time one of Faris' models was sick until forced to be replaced by Sarah. After Sarah showed up, praise and admiration came to him until the product offer that offered Sarah as a model was more and more. Where can Faris let go of this even though Sarah often had a lot of behavior and excessive comments.

“Nmobile. Don't ask me to go there again. I'm going to the movies! There's a good movie, I want to watch it.”

“Okay okay, we go to the Movies only. What the hell do I love for my girlfriend. Oh yes, do not forget the day after we shoot at the beach.” Faris smiled at Sarah and took her hand.

“Iya dear, but I don't want to wear the open-open!” Sarah acted as Faris had suspected.

Faris sighed and then kissed Sarah's hand in her hand. He also said softly, “inikan is a beach clothing promotion, baby. Must be the open.”

“Ngga want anyway, I want a closed one. The one that is too open tell the others.” Sarah takes off Faris's grip on her hand, refusing to wear sexy clothes fearing that her family would find out later.

Faris was silent, suppressing his annoyance he nodded in agreement. Sarah hugged him with a happy smile. He loved his girlfriend very much.

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Meanwhile

In one of the multi-storey buildings, a man was standing in front of dozens of students thirsting for meaning. They pay attention to projectors that are displaying a variety of environmentally friendly building models. As he was engrossed in explaining, his phone suddenly shook. He continued to explain until then paused the lecture to answer the missed call earlier.

He excused the dozens of pairs of eyes while considering his black phone, the students laughed because their handsome Lecturer was very friendly and friendly.

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"Continue?"

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"I'll check it out directly."

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"Insya'Allah the day after tomorrow, please handle it well."

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"Na'am, Jazakallah fii khair."

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"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Tut's.

Azhar hung up her phone, she put it back in her pants pocket as she stepped into the lecture hall to continue what was left.

"Afwan, Ana has left you." His words were told by his students.

"We continue with the discussion." The lecture continues.

After closing his lecture, Azhar accidentally saw Shanum who had just returned from the Academic building. It appeared that Miss Adzkia was hugging her tightly while releasing Shanum heavily. What is this? Inner Azhar.

After Shanum moved away, Azhar approached Miss Adzkia. "Assalamu'alaikum, Miss."

"Va'alaikumussalam, Har. Class already?" Answer Miss Adzkia softly.

"Udah nih, all permits are the same because the construction of resorts in Bali is almost half finished and tomorrow Ana wants to check it directly." Bright Azhar.

Miss Adzkia nodded in understanding. Then he remembered something, "was it true that you were rejected by Shanum when he had just entered college before? Have you ever tried to bed her as recommended by me?"

Azhar nodded, "Na'am, Shanum nolak. Not a soul mate."

"I wish you could be like him. She's a complete package to know, especially her grandmother did not exist and now she's applying for a letter to quit college because two weeks later she plans to stay in Indonesia." Adzkiah retreated to the wall of the building, looking at Azhar.

"Not the soul mate Miss, if God wills otherwise we can what. I've tried." Answer Azhar.

"But Shanum really wants to move, Miss?" Ask Azhar again.

"Yes, didn't you see him from here? It was a letter of resignation from campus. I have been persuaded not to move but he keukeh he said Omanya request. I can do anything."

Azhar nodded, "that was her choice. Ana is sure it's the best for her, we just pray that there she will always be happy."

"And you are also free to wait for your heart's adoration huh? The owner of your prayer."  Miss Adzkia seduces Azhar.

Azhar just put her shoulder out.

"Huh, the snobs don't nag me even though he secretly washed away."Miss Adzkia.

"Na'am Miss, drifting in do'a. I hope it gets to him." Azhar replied with a bright face.

"Titip Ana's tutoring class, Miss. Ana wants to go to Indonesia, where she knows how to touch the heart there." Further again.

"Aamiin, I hope that's within your expectations. I know you're so eager for it, but remember not to make you blind to anything else." Adzkia tried to smile at the twinkle in the eyes of this handsome Lecturer.

"Ready, no matter what the state of his heart is now either filled by whose name. I will not falter even if I have to fight in the sky." Azhar looked very confident in her words.

"You dream man, you deserve the best. I admire you my cousin." The hooded woman chuckled small.

"Can aja. Excuse me Miss. Assalamu'alaikum." Pamit Azhar's.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Don't forget to send my greetings to the people there."

Azhar nodded and shuddered her thumb.

"Azhar, you know I was so patiently waiting for you but now I give up. Indeed I was never worthy of your presence, I was only a cousin and at any time could not be more than that." Adzkia looked at her cousin's back which was moving away.

"Sarah, you're lucky to be loved by someone I love. I hope you don't hurt someone who unknowingly hurt me."

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Kerinci, 07/09/2019