Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 126's

Belinda dressed very sexy. He became embarrassed himself to see the appearance of Al Islamic, with dandy and trendy models.

"Belinda," he said introducing himself as he kissed his hand. "Aryan's classmate."

Al is not used to shaking hands with women, but it is not good to refuse it. His intention was just to respect each other.

Al often reminded Aisyah who avoided shaking hands, but did not lower her gaze when speaking. It means the same, there is contact.

Shaking hands is a cultural problem, it is good to be solved culturally anyway. So no need to exaggerate.

"Please sit down" said Al. "A classmate?"

"It's done, anyway" Belinda replied slightly blushing, her eyes glancing at Arya who was sitting next to her. "It's been two months?"

"Forgotten" said Arya briefly.

"Forgets?"

"His celebration was busy filming the same."

"A busy one, am I?"

"That bothers me."

Model girl like this is directly crossed off the list of prospective daughters-in-law, Inner Al wry. His mother's first assessment was how to dress, then the report card of life did not fall. Treasures and thrones are not important.

But Al did not comment on his performance, or take a dime. His eyes radiated warmly welcoming the arrival of the soap opera artist.

Al sat casually before him, while waiting for Riany to finish grooming. They left this morning so that it would not be too late to arrive at home.

Al opened the incoming chat, from Rivaldo, asking to be sent a reference for the title presentation. He retaliated. 

Belinda took the opportunity to whisper to Arya, "Why didn't you tell me your sister was a devout Muslim? I'm gonna be embarrassed wearing a model shirt like this."

"So you want to wear a sack?" arya asked indifferently. "Your fashion trend is a profession, what else?"

"I can handle the situation."

Arya looked at him half-literate. "Do you have Muslim clothes?"

"Many" replied Belinda Keki. "I often shoot religious soap operas."

"When you shoot, right? The mistress forgot too."

"I can buy."

"Well, we'll stop by the boutique."

"Well, which boutique is open?"

"Borrow Kegedean's sister-in-law?"

"Where do I know? People don't know."

"certain looseness. We buy on the street if you're uncomfortable with your shirt."

"I'm not comfortable with them, not with my clothes."

"What's that?"

Al's done replying to Rivaldo's chat. She smiled a little. "What's the whisper? I'm not considered."

"Sorry, sister," said Belinda blushed. "I'm talking about my shirt."

"What's wrong with your shirt?"

"I'm ashamed to wear this type of dress. I guess I like to give aurat. Girls aren't real."

Al smiled with understanding. "It can be judged by appearance, right? Isn't appearance deceiving?"

Dressing is a personal right and for your own comfort. It is wrong to be adapted to the tastes of others.

Al dressed in kurta and sirwal because he felt comfortable looking so. So the benchmark is not Islamic or not.

According to him, all Islamic clothing if in accordance with sharia, and sharia does not refer to the model, but to the benefit.

Model is culture.

Riany emerged from the inner chamber with a very fashionable appearance, making Belinda even more inferior.

Riany smiled and greeted them, "Wait a long time?"

"So it's nothing" replied Arya. "The girl next to me if dandan, I wait from fullness to hunger."

"His name is also the artist" Riany said. "Number one look."

Belinda got up to Riany and introduced herself while kissing her hand, "Belinda."

"I already know your name. Just the same guy I just met now. The real thing is much prettier."

"I'm ashamed to say beautiful is the prettiest woman."

"Sister wants to play soap opera?"

Kid today does not know pleasantries, inner Riany. Ordinary talk what it is.

Riany smiled slightly. "I don't have time."

"We're leaving," cut Al off as he got up from his seat.

"I haven't said goodbye to Wulan, to Lin Wei."

"Just talk."

"Less afdol. They're at the home stay next door. You guys wait in the car."

They walked out of the living room. Security stood by the car ready to open the door.

"Sister Al didn't say goodbye to the next-door neighbor?" ask Arya.

"Most of all" replied Al. "I'm in Yogya again next week."

"So often the silaturahmi gets better."

"Your brain tumbens are straight."

Al has passed through chat. He thought it was enough, because he met directly the same speech, except his wife had a cipika cipiki.

After all, the matter of Aisyah was not finished for Wulandari and Lin Wei. They must have told me at length if Al visited the house next door. Just making me tired.

Al thought simple. She wants to help Aisyah to cope with her tough life, when the girl chooses Rian, meaning she doesn't need him.

Al realizes Aisyah will be easier to live with Ryan. So honey must be a lot of challenges and add weight to his life. He wanted to reduce his burden of suffering.

Aisha made the right decision. She could have a full husband, without worrying about being a neighbor.

Al even benefited with the election of Ryan. Trouble becomes serial if Aisyah becomes his wife. Wulandari must have demanded to be the third wife, and Lin Wei the fourth wife. His head could break.

Al actually wants to stay with one wife, because he only has one love. Then came Oma's will and tragedy on the highway. He felt he had an obligation.

Al was proud of his wife. He was willing to sacrifice to give Aisyah a place. All he did was because Al was the only man he had in his heart since knowing love.

Riany did not show any hatred towards Wulandari and Lin Wei, even though they were on the next queue if Aisyah was willing to become a second wife.

Riany was so stoic that she kept bubbles in her heart. She realized that the household was not always beautiful.

Al knew there were no sincere wives. But Riany was able to wrap up her sense of unwaveringness in the form of obedience to the Prophet. They are still the time of the newlyweds.

Al became more and more affectionate towards his wife.

"Eh uh uh, don't hug" Riany said. "Arya doesn't focus later."

"What does it have to do with you?" ask Al cuek. "I'm free to hug you anywhere. Well, if the flea jump is not allowed to hug Belinda anywhere."

"I have an older sister who is really the same sister," Arya said while driving a car with minimum speed on the highway. Belinda sat next to him. "Not a worse nickname?"

"You if not the flea jump what's its name? This month is in Belinda's heart, next month jump into whose heart?"

"Don't unload the card. Free. Belinda knows everything. His name is a classmate."

"Oh yes, Bel. You're not in school this week, are you?"

"Solid if crushed by a milling machine," Aryan sambar.

"What's the matter, brother?"

"I want to take you to Medina."

Belinda looked on in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"I'm not a ghoster like your girlfriend. Hows it? You can take your brother."

Belinda looked in wonder. "Cong you bring a brother?"

"Would you bring a girlfriend? Arya was not invited also certainly maksa follow if her brother went traveling. So that your parents believe you're bringing a brother."

"Bapi and Mami believe in Arya."

"Hopefully the ears are not budek, let it stop being a flea jump. But just bring your sister or brother, Bel."

"I'm the youngest. My sister was both in school outside. If you bring aunty, can you?"

"But bring aunt? A little younger. You're just as Arya's dizzy when she gets a lecture every minute."

"My aunt is young, my sister's age. He went to college in Yogya."

"Who?"

"Dad."