Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 20's

They were not long in the immigration office. In Samsat's office not long either. Al can undergo tests smoothly. They stopped by Riany's supermarket and boutique. Luggage full of grocery bags. They're going to be on the road.

Maghrib passes.

Lamborghini sped on the highway which was quite crowded leaving the deserted musholla yard. They finished praying Maghrib. The street lights started to light up. Night down shift twilight.

"What would like to date is not very impatient," said Riany. "Take a little bit is okay."

"What can you date?"

"In religion it can't be."

"Well, what do you mean? How's fishing?"

"Pengen aja."

Irma teases, "Pengen nge-date the same Al means? Stop by the hotel! Good chance to snatch from Harbi!"

"Wants huh?" ledek Nidar's. "Aren't you ashamed to say that?"

"Hijab girls are also human."

"Crazy people are human too."

"So go everywhere" said Al. "Because of you."

"Kok because of me?" riany protest. "Just get nervous!"

Al hard to guess what feeling is stored behind the view that was thrown to the sidewalk. Riany seems to deliberately want to go home late so that the dinner with Vidya fails. He seems to disagree with them ta'aruf. The girl's teaching caused controversy in all classes.

"There shouldn't be much to stop by" Al said. "So you have to be angry with me."

"Much to buy."

"That stuff in Saudi is a lot."

"Let's focus on worship."

"Jamaah cannot worship all the time. They also want to go for a walk."

"Most walks later."

"Think positive, when such an event happens, then you can make the best decision."

"Alah, you are also negative thinking with me," sambar Riany ketus. "Palace."

"What about?"

"You must accuse me of deliberately stopping by so much that you're late for dinner."

"What's right?"

"Shopping!" 

"Gara shopping I'm late for dinner."

"What's so important?"

All so important since love fell, the inner Al bitter. He wants to erase the traces of the past so that his love does not remember the way home. 

"I'm thinking positive" said Al. "You blew my show because Vidya's a controversial girl."

"Whose show you missed? The slowest. Afraid of his first bad impression?"

"So you agree I'm ta'aruf same Vidya?"

Riany got nervous about asking such a question. He tried to hide by pretending to be busy tidying up the files on his lap.

"Cock not answered?"

"I think it's useless."

"Useful or not, I don't know your opinion yet."

"You can't resist your mother's wishes, no matter what I think. So free I'm talking."

"Not really."

"Dare to oppose your mother? So the son of a bitch?"

Al's eyes looked at the highway that was flashing the lights of the car. He doesn't care who his mother's choice is. He has only one love for one woman, and she belongs to another. His love is dead.

"You can propose Pamela as a future wife" suggested Nidar. "I'm sure Pamela doesn't mind leaving the entertainment world."

"Return to Iis Komalasari," continued Irma. "That life is not a setting."

"It's nice to be a matchmaker, yes" Riany said. "All right now open a matchmaking bureau."

"Help a friend what's wrong?" flip Irma. "I want Al to have a village wife so as not to be a nut forget his skin. The remaining candidates are two concubines."

"You'll run, then" shoot Riany. "What do you do to encourage others? Don't pede?"

Irma staggered, "Neighborhood? There's a problem coming home. When's adulthood?"

Though Irma did not refuse if Al invited ta'aruf. She is no less beautiful than Vidya and Pamela, only a daring losing appearance. But the decision is not in his hands.

Al actually thought in that direction. Irma education is not very high. The girl had no interest in continuing her formal studies. It is easier to be the best jewelry.

But Irma devoted her life in pesantren while studying. Al must have met with Riany a lot later. He must have been hard to forget his love.

"I'm actually leaning more towards Aisyah" said Al flat. "But I respect Mom because Umi Halimah has already registered first."

"Well, Wulandari symbol of social love," sambar Irma. "No blue blood, red blood, white blood."

"Kayak the Dutch flag" Riany said. "So the flagpole."

"His comments do not support that much," said Irma. "Jealous huh?"

"I agree with you" said Nidar. "But women have two husbands?"

"I chose Aisyah because I could be a flagpole" Al said casually. "Have three of them, white blood, blue blood, red blood."

Riany grunted miserably. "Pretty proud to be a man? Wait for the threat in the afterlife!"

"Their own commitment."

"Times?"

"Well, can you," chirped Nidar. "The head is multiplied."

"His sins are also multiplied if they are unjust" said Riany. "The most basic hell."

"So you're the one who's crumpled?" al Sindir. "Good thing it's not my future wife."

"It's free for you to have ta'aruf with Vidya if there is an intention to take honey" said Riany keki. "The Cairo girl hates equal rights discrimination."

"Well, that means you don't agree I'm ta'aruf with Vidya. Who's the same?"

Riany so his own wave was urged so. He's back to tidying up the files.

"The stomach is hungry" said Nidar. "Warung bakso stopped by ya."

Irma glares. "Where do two servings of spaghetti come in?"

"Enter the musholla toilet."

Al protest, "Lamborghini parking time on foot five?"

"For you cannot be full" said Riany. "There's dinner."

Irma sneered, "Vidya again. Want a schedule, right?"

Nidar chimed in, "Starbucks what is Tanamera?"

"Whisper," Al's sergeant relaxed. "Seek down the busy street."

"Even good," answered Riany indifferently. "So I'm not a hassle."

"Who said? I must have taken care of you being held by Linmas on suspicion of being a bispak girl."

"The bispak hijaber?" dispute lrma.

Nidar looked down. "You see occasionally life outside the pesantren. Don't go on, lay eggs for a long time."

"Chicken lays eggs."

"This month there have been two hijabers caught wet in our village. Junior High again."

"Misadministration," commented Riany. "As a result of studying a lot on the internet."

"Obviously entered wrong. Should be in class, even in the apartment. Kid today hijab is just an accessory."

"Just a few times," defended Al.

"But spoiling the milk."

"Why is naro milk in belanga?"

Lamborghini crosses the mosque which is quite famous for its beauty. Today's viral era is not how many worshipers, but how good the view. Perhaps because the worship update is often called riya, finally a less qualified selfie. Culinary lined up on the side of the mosque courtyard.

"Not come by?" Irma reminded. "Look at my favorite meatballs getting hungry."

"No," said Riany firmly. "Someone wants dinner, don't remember what? I'll be blamed later."

Al turned the steering wheel so suddenly that Lamborghini turned the direction to the extreme. Rear tires creak shifted forcefully. Riany slammed and hit her head against the body of the car.

"Innalillahi," complained Riany in pain. "Can't slow down what?"

The maneuver only takes a few seconds so it does not harm other riders. A skill that amazed the minibus driver in the back, his hands out the window lifted his thumbs.

"Reverting back again?" ask Nidar astonished.

"She wants a favorite meatball."

"That's a baper," said Riany.

"What the hell does that mean?" turn Al relaxed. "Almost wrong, the road continues not to stop chirping like a virgin lost her lipstick."

"My head hurts, you know?"

"Manja,” murmured Al.

"What, what?"

"Petish."

"By the way I'm running out of batteries!"

Seeing Riany as if objecting to the ta'aruf event, Al so did not care if it was late for hours.