Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 110's

Al shocked. "How could Riany think that? I can't leave my wife. I have no reason to leave him."

"Thank God" said Aisyah.

Al looked at the girl half protest. "Kok thank God?"

"Aamiin" said Aisyah. "For the good we must guarantee, so you mean?"

"I mean why does Riany have a fear of abandonment?"

Aisha was worried to answer. Seems like not a good time to tell now. The proposal must have been abandoned.

"Finish your work first" said Aisyah. "You came to help me, right?"

Aisyah moves the wheelchair lever leaving Al. Before closing the room door, he said, "Focus ya. Do not write the relationship between polytechnics and polygamy...."

Al tengganga's. Riany must be the story of that typo. No one else knows but him. So has that been their closeness?

Al wasn't angry his wife told them. She was embarrassed as well actually, but how else?

His wife was too young to tell which to keep secret which might be fine dining with her friends.

He just thought that the typo was a funny incident!

Al does not want to repeat typos. He tried to focus even though in his heart the curiosity was mounting.

What has been talked about between Riany and Aisyah until her wife changed drastically?

Women love to make men curious!

It is not complicated to make a thesis title proposal. Importantly the material is complete, including the request of the supervisor.

For the name of the supervisor lecturer is sometimes not absolute, the review commission is sometimes replaced with other lecturers because the lecturer in question already holds many students.

Al himself did not submit the name of the desired supervisor. He can work with any teacher.

Instructor request is only a matter of likes and dislikes. So Al already knew who the guidance counselor Aisyah asked for. Three female.

Al sent a chat so that Aisyah immediately came to the study room. The proposal is done.

Aisyah appeared at the door and commented, "Highly fast."

"Is it hard to make a proposal? Which makes the mumet fit take a research sample. You are a little bothered if you take the title like this. Check it again."

Aisyah checks the typing results on the laptop screen. They sit close. The fragrance of Arabian perfume makes Al breath fresh.

"I just realized that your face is very beautiful," praised Al while taking a glance.

"That compliment is for your wife," said Aisyah casually, without any sense of pride in her heart. "You're flirty after having a wife."

Al had never quite praised him. He was even very careful in women's affairs.

"Tick-ass?" al protest. "I praise the perfection of God's creation, without orgasm."

"I know if you saw me with orgasm or not? Eyes can deceive."

"At least it can be a reference. Do you know from where if you don't see my body language and actions? Can you read my heart?"

It is not easy to gain Aisha's trust. Each woman has her own criteria for determining the mode or not. He usually asked for help on his night prostration, because no one could read the contents of one's heart, most second-guessing.

"You made a really cool proposal," praised Aisyah sincerely. "This is it, good. Stay in print."

"Easy print order. You tell me first."

"What story?"

Al is trying to be patient. "Are all women like this? Pretending to forget his promise?"

"What promise?" look at Aisyah wonder. "I didn't promise anything."

"You don't promise. But you kind of signaled that you were going to tell me about what my wife was talking about after this proposal was over."

Aisyah smiled sweetly. "I just don't want him to be suspicious and jealous of me. I can take you in the Holy Land, but I didn't, because you've already chosen."

There was one moment in the Holy Land that made Al waver with his choice when Riany did not attend his oma funeral. But he thought that was not the reason that made his wife willing to share a husband.

"I knew there was Oma's will you were hiding from me" Al said. "When I was really going to execute Oma's request."

"When?" The cheerfulness on Aisyah's face was slightly reduced. He said half-complain, "So now it's too late. Why do you want to know?"

Al grew suspicious of Aisyah's curious words. He should be straightforward in the Holy Land if Oma's will concerns the matters of the three of them.

"I'm not forcing you to tell me" Al said. "You already know the meaning of a will. I must be told that the will has something to do with me."

Aisyah's face turned sad. He seemed difficult to be straightforward, but the young man before him had the right to know, and he was wrong to cover it up. "You also know if the will burdens someone, it doesn't need to be done."

"Demanding how, you mean?"

"You'll know for yourself later. Oma sent a recording of her will before entering door one to meet the Prophet. He seemed to have a feeling that meeting with the Prophet was the last moment of his life."

Aisyah opened a chat containing a video of Oma's submission, then handed to Al to play it. The picture of Oma looks a little dark, being in a hotel room in Makkah, but her voice is clear: 'Oma:

"Well, I don't know if I suddenly wanted to make this video. I see that you are suffering greatly from Riany's unaccompanied departure. You're trying to hide your anxiety from me."

"Well good, I was suddenly worried about your future wife. He is so easy to abandon responsibility because there are personal interests that should not have made it go on for long. Did he not seize the opportunity?"

"Good thing, I didn't mean to affect you. I just thought if he was waiting for you to come home for a break, it would be much better. He can go catch up with Lukman with a companion."

First tape out, Al play second tape. Oma's image is very clear, as clear as her voice, its duration is quite long. He again stood at the door of the twenty-five Mosque of Nabawi:

"Well, I don't know all of a sudden I feel like I'm very close. Then I want to talk to you a lot. I feel you giving your future wife permission to go to Riyadh is a big mistake, so it makes you very upset, it's an impression I've caught from your poem. I know you're at a crossroads."

"Good, I think your future wife is not yet mature to take care of all your needs, not yet mature to maintain her loyalty, not yet mature to sit together at the table, it's not ripe to manage the three hundred billion treasures I've given you."

"Good thing, there's a secret I haven't told you. I got a seven hundred billion inheritance from Simbah great-grandfather, and I gave it to you after you became a scholar. But I'm worried about your future wife, isn't there a little love for the woman who accompanied me at the last moment?"

"Well good, I've had many conversations with him, and his trust in fate captivates my heart. I'm not asking you to cancel your match. You need to work hard to educate her to be the most beautiful piece of jewelry ever, as you wish, even if I prefer the last woman to sleep with me."

Al speechless. He tried to endure the pain that hit his chest. He did not know what feelings were in his heart at this moment.

He had suspected there must be a will left before Oma's departure. Why did Aisyah just give her now?