Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 18's

Lamborghini glides at high speed on a deserted road with a right left shade tree.

There was not a hint of horror in Riany's eyes seeing the digital speedometer number moving up. Maybe it's common. In Medina, 100 kilometers per hour is a standard speed.

The speedometer sagged drastically as Al trailed the densely packed vehicle creeping in line to enter the toll. He could have gotten into the right lane, raced out cars lined up, but the stakes were the swearing of other drivers, like a butut car in the back that kept on pushing forward.

Driving discipline has not developed in this country.

Jammed. The view is easy to find on every road. Minimal numbers of police also play a role, many intersections are empty officers, while traffic flow is very dense.

Do not be surprised if mushrooming fighters abuse that prioritizes good-natured riders.

In Saudi Arabia, congestion occurs on certain roads only and not for hours to form a long snake. 

Al's knowledge of the petro dollar country is quite a lot. Riany, who has lived in Medina for three years, did not memorize every markaz that existed, and the events that occurred every day.

"People don't believe that you haven't settled in Saudi, yet" Riany commented. "You know better than the Arabs themselves."

"I want to know a lot about the city of Muhammad and Ibrahim" Al said casually. "Then I'm looking for information from a variety of reliable sources."

Riany quipped, "From a friend's phone?"

"On campus there's free WiFi."

"I don't see it people see you."

"His face is pleasing to the eye."

Irma sneered, "But likes free.”

"Tight budget is hilarious."

"Actually you want to say your father is stingy" said Nidar. "Never be given more money."

The open toll road. Lamborghini slid through the entrance gate.

"I didn't know my father was a successful farmer" Al said. "Not a single letter told me about him."

"Your father seems to want to get his son's patience" said Riany. "No parent can watch their child suffer."

"The patience is finally sweet," said Irma. "This car is one of them."

"This car is the result of a sunkist orange harvest that had boomed the price," explained Riany. "Well, the same touch screen laptop gadget was purchased last week, to compile the thesis."

Al looked at it. "Do you know?"

"What do I not know about you? I know in Yogya there's a hijaber in your days."

"So the prophetic followers?"

"That girl is that too. Your boyfriend?"

"What can dating be?"

"What's his capital date?" sela Nidar's. "Motor butut just don't have."

"You can find a dirty girl" sambar Riany. "The girl is like a pimp, often becomes his girlfriend's donor if there is activity."

"His girlfriend? I mean?"

"Who else?"

Irma smiled amusedly. "Cowok matre dong?"

"Just kid."

"What's his name?" ask Riany. 

"So curious huh?"

"Who's curious? People just ask. If you don't want to tell me, that's okay."

"Let you tell me about Harbi."

"You know Harbi. The person is tame, does not like kayaking nyopir. You can hear it from the guy."

"Win alone."

"You can meet the person at any time. So why ask me? If I can't call your girlfriend."

"I gave you the number."

"What do you want if you know Al's girlfriend?" cut Irma. "Turkey the engagement ring? Or the tukeran bridal room?"

The aground prayer had dragged Al's mind to make Aisyah as the most beautiful jewelry. But there were Lin Wei and Wulandari who made weird choices.

They are unique angels. According to them, men were not created for one woman. So Al can take three of them as wives and they don't mind.

Al can't choose one, two more must be undermining asking to be a wife. Finally three-three. He has only one love for one woman, so that the responsibility in the afterlife is not too heavy.

"The clothes used are also like a gift from the girl" Riany said. "The book is branded."

"Shoes too" said Irma. "Where can miss queen students buy imported products?"

Everything Al wore was a gift from Aisyah. And money never lies, it's comfortable to wear.

"Look at the underwear" said Nidar. "Brand no?"

"Happy with me, bully me" replied Al kalem. "Let's get a reply in the Holy Land."

Nidar. "Don't dong. Naudzubillah min dzaalik."

"Ease."

"Don't forget to buy satay camel."

"New satay, the cage I love."

"Onta don't use cages."

"Then I love you."

Today they will take care of the passports. Nidar and Irma were happy to go with him.

They regretted that Al had not come home in previous years. Riany would have refused to ta'aruf with Harbi if she had come home three years ago. They know whose love they love.

The ripples of love did not seem to disappear in Riany's heart. He tried to bandage her behind a hostile attitude. Perhaps he was upset that Al had just appeared now after so long of waiting, that he was forced to accept the match!

Their jokes feel bland because there is a Harbi in his life. The clock cannot move backwards.

Love and hate seem to be mixed up in her attitude; sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, sometimes sour.

It is difficult to distinguish between hijaber and gado-gado.

If Riany is today being a little friendly and sweet because she's a travel owner, and Al's a customer. So he has to provide the best service.

Riany was the guide in Madinah and later Makkah, in addition to Ahmed and Harbi. They had already memorized every corner of the Holy City. 

The existence of Harbi in the Umrah troupe slightly reduced his excitement.

Al is hard to know what feelings are in Riany's heart right now. How much he wanted to see her open the niqab and smile, so that there was a spark of happiness on her face.

Riany was busy checking their files. Time has passed, it must be done once. Two days later, he took his passport and went to the CTF for meningitis and vaccine as visa requirements.

Riany takes tissue in the box. Then take off the niqab from the fashionable hoodie hijab, so that her beautiful face looks intact. He dried up the sweat running down his face with a tissue.

Al was stunned until his feet accidentally stepped on the brake. The speed of Lamborghini is reduced and felt by the girl sitting next to him.

"Why?" Riany looked over and smiled sweetly. The sun suddenly cools. "My Torah looks?"

"No." Al quickly took control. Subhanallah. Is it an imprecision or just a coincidence?

"Kok?" Riany put up her niqab again. Tissue was thrown into the trash.

"Don't see what the maximum speed limit is?" flip Al.

On the shoulder of the motorway is a sign that reads: 100 km.

"Turn the AC on" said Nidar.

"How are you?" ask Irma. "Given it healed?"

"I'm getting better. Herbal medicine from you is steady as well."

"I've been having a new thought by the way" grumbled Riany.

"I am the man of understanding."

"You mean?" irma's face doesn't understand.

"Al kangen look at Riany's face completely."

Irma turned to the driver's seat and asked, "Right, Al?" 

"I often see you whole" said Al indifferently. "When you take a bath in the river."

"Now different dong."

"Different what? His face is not Hande Ercel yet, still Riany Mahera Ayubi."

"Riany dong's love."

"Do you know Hande Ercel?"

Hande Ercel is a Turkish actress and model who is famous for her talent and beauty, thus being named the greatest woman of the century.

"No."

"Can't you say cutepan Riany?"

"Just like Riany is the greatest girl of the century in our village because of her intelligence and beauty."

"So because of the beauty of Riany kid today flocked to the boarding school?"

"It's not true."

"Then is it right?"

"Life in the pesantren mosque is more colorful. The activities of the mosque's teenagers are very inspiring."

"All you have to find a soul mate."

"Parno's."

"Riany got Harbi where?"

"Where do I know? Just ask the guy."

"Harbi his nephew Brother Ahmed," replied Riany calmly. "Graduate California."

"Search for the easy?"

Riany tidied up the file finished checking it. His eyes were thrown into the crowd of five feet by the side of the road, like something was thinking.

"Marbot pesantren a lot of money as well yes," said Al, as well as want to dispel the unpleasant feelings that suddenly alighted in his heart. "Could go umroh with a tajir. Not charity box money, is it?"

"About."

"Sell that rice field only?"

"Change brother! She was a nurse in Bahrain. His work call is fitting together umroh."

Lamborghini slowed down to the exit gate. Al tapping E - Toll. The open toll road. Lamborghini is back.

"You know where the children of today entered the boarding school not because of the beauty of Riany?" ask Al. "Have you ever done a survey?"

"Riany comes home every six months" said Irma. "He rarely goes out of boarding school if it is not important-important warm."

"It is precisely what is rarely seen that is ngangenin."

Irma immediately shot at the target, "You're the one who didn't?"

"Harbi dong."

For some reason, the name was hard to lose from his memory. Perhaps because the Arab nobility was already disappointed so it took time to forget. Moreover, they went umrah together. It is necessary to prepare the heart fully solely for the fulfillment of the divine call.

"I've seen Harbi in boarding schools, what kind of kangen?" cetus Riany was indifferent. "You're obviously someone who doesn't bother."

"Who is upset?"

"Pamela! My time?"

"Me just twice."

"Then it's ngangenin. Vidya too. Haven't met you yet, have you?"

Al doesn't know what Vidya is like now. That girl is certainly no less beautiful than Riany. He was a little worried about life in that Mother of the World city. 

Many women need to be considered for future wives, not just Vidya and Pamela. Then Al needs to ask in his night prostration to solidify the choice.

His love that withered before developing made the choice of prospective life partners so increasingly lined up.

"Tonight the Vidya family invited me to dinner."

Riany stared in shock. "That's ta'aruf?"

"The plan."

"Don't, Al," sambar Nidar was worried. "Vidya doesn't suit you."

"Why doesn't it fit?"

"No hijab."

"Hijab can be discussed."

"His parents were tired of lecturing, but Sukirnan, in the left ear came out the right ear." 

"What about teaching?"

"Rubber."

Al hush. Why would Mom want her son to ta'aruf with a girl like that? Or is it just a form of panic for fear that he might be tempted to be third?

Al's heart was getting arid, the love interest was falling.