Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 01's

Tires creaking hard.

The inter-provincial bus stopped suddenly at a crossroads. Passengers get pushed forward and hit the seat backrest. Pretty loud. An upset complaint slid into the chorus.

Al came down in a hurry. Breathing in fresh air is the only need right now.

Passengers are mostly villagers and are not familiar with air conditioning. Usual use of bamboo fan. Many of them vomit and throw shots secretly because of colds. Bad smell like rotten garbage.

It was a really annoying trip.

Regretting Al has rejected the kindness of Aisyah who is willing to deliver voluntarily. Riding a luxury sedan with a beautiful hijaber is certainly very fun. The smell of car perfume refreshes breathing.

But Al did not dare to bring the women home. In the dormitory alone, he never received female guests, even though there was a special room for it.

He said receiving female guests was a lot of negativity. The task of college is only a mode, but wants to share a sense that derails the faith, and may continue into the room if the head of the dorm is not firm.

Al did not mean to blaspheme them. His responsibility as a friend only conveys advice. Whether or not, their respective affairs. Free-living students call him Mas USA, not United State of America, but Ustadz Sok Alim. Al just stroked the chest.

After all, his house was too simple for a crazy rich overnight. Aisyah used to bathe in bathtubs and showers with gold curtains. Well, in his house there is only one bathroom for the family, and use a wooden dipper.

"I don't feel good to go home with women" Al said as Aisyah urged him. "It's not interesting for my parents."

"You just take it home, not you get it in the room" Aisyah protested. "When are your parents angry?"

"I'm not angry" said Al. "It's not good."

Father and Mother are not orthodox parents. They do not prohibit dating. But the arrival of Aisyah certainly made them less comfortable. In the village, women dare to travel not with the muhrim effect is not good.

"Life becomes complicated if you hear a lot of people talking," Aisyah grumbled. "What matters is."

"You got permission from Abi?"

Al knew his father was strict. He must have called the college if his son was late. Aisyah seems like a free pigeon, but her life is controlled.

"No problem" replied Aisha. "Origin' bring a companion."

"Your sister wants to be a chaperone?"

"He must have wanted to because he really liked the countryside."

But they definitely don't like village food. His parents could not afford to provide a dish that cost hundreds of thousands of meals. Just a week they had a vacation at his house, there were already sold items.

"Keep I introduce you to the parents as what?" ask Al.

"Whatever."

"Boyfriend is impossible. There's no dictionary in your family. You know ta'aruf."

"Well, that's all."

"Just pass it yet."

"So wait to graduate?"

Al's ugliness is like to give false hope, even if just to please the heart. The King of PHP is sometimes used.

"Don't talk about the day we didn't get to."

Al did not want Aisha to flower to build a dream, nor did she shut down hope. No one knows what will happen in the future.

"Anyone is jealous if I'm on vacation at your house?" search Aisyah curious. "Is there anyone who misses in the village?"

The main reason for rejecting Aisyah's offer was actually to keep up with it. His presence must have messed up the atmosphere if the little queen bore the same feelings.

Somehow how is it now. For a long time they did not meet. But Al still remembered the look on his face.

Since graduating from Elementary School, Al went to school in Yogya. Stay with Oma until high school graduation. After college moved to the dormitory because the distance is quite far to the campus. It's the final level.

Al sometimes envies his college friends when the holidays arrive. Lin Wei went to Hawaii, surfing at Waikiki beach must have been very exciting after six months of dating a book. Wulandari has been away from booking promo tickets to Dubai. Rivaldo has even flown to Las Vegas.

Al just went home and needed a fight. Ticket queue, jostling, lots of copet.

That's why he never came home.

Vacation in Yogya is more exciting. Lesehan in Malioboro while listening to street music is really delicious.

In a quiet house, there is no entertainment. Once crowded, Mother's voice ranting.

His parents visit sometimes. Dad admired the city of Yogya so much, probably because the woman he loved came from there.

Dad retired early six years ago and switched professions to become a fruit farmer. Looking for a better life is the price of death, so that his name does not fall in the eyes of the wealthy Mother family.

Al swung a step through the sidewalk under a well-drawn shade tree, so that it was protected from the sun.

There was a sense of disbelief in his heart even though he often received news from his mother via SMS. If Dad's a hobby, send a letter, check out the ex-postman.

Development has conjured the face of the village so so beautiful. Magnificent houses sprung up along the way. One two luxury vehicles parked in the yard. Perhaps now it is difficult to hear the sound of crickets or frogs, fields and huma displaced by minimarkets and culinary outlets.

A motor sport that stopped sharply transverse suddenly in front of Al flew all his admiration.

"Kok walk?" arya asked while puffing the deafening gas. "A lot of general interest, right?"

Since then public transportation has alternated honking. Taxis stop. But Al wants to look around the hometown, look around the pouch too. All that is left in the wallet, is the ID card and student card.

Al watched the motorbike his sister was riding. New model. Expensive anyway. I certainly thought about spending that much money. Where's the money from anyway? The collapse of the letter paper sent to Yogya signifies that his father has not been freed from economic difficulties. But Arya has a lot of wits.

"Whose motor?" ask Al.

"Motor me dong," said Arya proudly. "Ariel Noah's motorcycle time?"

"You're usually just bothering the old man."

Arya must be whining to buy a motorbike. He must have threatened to strike the school if his request was not met, and Dad could have sacrificed anything if it was school business.

"It's not me who asked," said Arya when the bike was already speeding split the twilight. "Governor."

"Handler."

"The governor built this road. It's called a highway for passing vehicles. Pedestrians are on the sidewalk. Well, we're forced to get out of capital from the same grab of the fifth leg and Satpol PP."

"Small smart looking scapegoat. What do you want to be when you're big?"

"Or don't be a scapegoat."

Arya slowed down the speed of the motor and turned on the penny lamp, then turned into the open gate and stopped on a marble road near the garden faucet.

"Attending whose house?" ask Al wonder. "What has a motorbike rental?"

This house is very magnificent, terraced, unique and interesting models, surrounded by beautiful gardens.

"Ten years of leaving the village made you completely forget your own home address."

"So..this is our house?"

Al bengong's. How can they live in the palace?