Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 21

Al drove the car slowly and turned on the penny lamp, then turned into the courtyard of the mosque. He turned around actually not because of the noise of hearing their chirping, there was an incident that caught his attention in the corner of the mosque foyer. His eyes saw something suspicious.

Lamborghini is parked at the end of the yard near a meatball booth that is quite crowded with visitors. Al immediately went down to open the door for Riany.

"Males are very glorifying to women" Irma commented. "Harbi never has."

Nidar who let Irma open the door herself felt insinuated. "So I put women down for not opening the door?"

"You don't know manners! Selfish!"

"Between glorifying women and private chauffeurs is different thin huh?"

"Western motorcycle, you just want to ride it, do not want to take care of it."

"When am I riding you?"

"Do you know?!"

"The point is don't make a sultry KPI."

"Arab nobility doesn't know how to pamper women" Al said. "So it's natural that Harbi never opens the door."

Riany doesn't like Al talking racist. "Don't judge a nation before you know their true lives. You are a learned man. Don't embarrass your intellect."

"So get a lecture."

"Learn intelligently if you don't want to be lectured."

"You've been getting sicker since you met Lin Wei."

"Riany looked sharply. "You want to tell me I'm jealous?"

"Who said you were Jealous?"

"Then what does Lin Wei mean in front of me?"

"I regret opening the door."

"I just want to tell you, many Arab nobles are good at appreciating women."

"So you're ta'aruf to every Arab noble?"

"Don't come from."

"How do you know their habits?"

"It's like you know about Aisyah, Lin Wei, Wulandari, Hellen, Pricillia, Kelly, and who else I don't know?"

"Can't you just poultice?"

Riany takes a quick glance and goes to the meatballs after Irma and Nidar. Al did not follow him.

Riany stopped and looked. "Aren't you a snack?"

"I'll be next."

Al is going in the opposite direction. His face occasionally splashed the light of the cell phone camera blitz of the busy teen girl ussie. Mothers are not left behind, even more excited. In his era there is no gadget, revenge now.

Al stopped at the corner of the foyer. His eyes circulated to the seated visitors forming small groups in several places. The figure sought does not exist.

Al swung his feet through the foyer to the end. His eyes looked to every part of the foyer. That man was not found. The curve is getting thicker.

Al continued his steps into the narrow corridor leading to the front of the mosque with mounting curiosity. The dim atmosphere was illuminated by the dim light of the lamp.

Al ran when he heard a noise in front of the mosque. Suspectedly right. Another veiled woman was surrounded by three santri. The woman's bag was forcibly pulled by an athletic santri. Fatimah!

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Al.

They spontaneously stopped the action. No one answered his greeting except Fatimah. The woman ran towards him and took cover behind.

Al wondered how Fatimah could be in this mosque. Perhaps he stopped by Maghrib prayer. Where did that woman come from? Is it possible to travel alone?

Fatimah is not a woman who dares to travel without a muhrim. He usually brings a child or a home assistant. Sometimes with the first wife of the deceased when going to pray to the pesantren mosque.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Al insinuating.

"Don't interfere in people's affairs."

"What business?" ask Al calmly.

"The woman stole the charity box money," sambar santri kerempeng. "You want to protect the guilty?"

"I need proof that this woman is guilty."

Fatimah complained, "I don't steal. I'm out of the toilet. They came and charged without evidence. Then they took me to this lonely place."

"I believe."

Al has often seen this mode. Accusing others of being processed in a deserted place, the purpose is to extort and seize valuables.

They deliberately dressed to fool people around. Using religious attributes for criminal acts is a serious crime because the impact is so widespread. People do not believe in people who dress religiously. 

"We solve this problem well" said the victim who was the calmest style.

"What problem?"

"Your cup is puffed up, yes" santri athletic. "Didn't you hear my friend's words? That woman is a thief."

"Why is it not completed in the secretariat?"

"In the secretariat of many people," said santri sacrifice. "I want to keep the lady's honor."

Al meredek's. "In a quiet and dimly lit atmosphere? You santri what are the guests of PSK?"

"Find it because of it," grumbled the athletic santri. "Someone wants to be a hero."

Al raised the corner of his lips slightly. "Your big body doesn't scare me. I suspect that prayer beads are just a mode."

"Bad!"

Santri athletic sent a back kick suddenly, Al greeted with a similar kick. Two feet clashed in the air. As the santri grimaced in pain, he followed up with a straight kick and landed heavily on his chest. The Santri fell and fell into a flower.

Santri kerempeng came to attack. Al Hadang with a hanging kick to his chin. Santri was slammed and hit the athletic santri who moved awake. Athletic students again fell with the body downtrodden by the santri kempeng.

Santri was the most calm to release the turban. Twisted on the hand resembles a boxing glove, then the feet and hands move agilely imitating the style of a boxer. Al followed his movements in a different style. The soldier seemed to be waiting for an attack. Al swung the sickle kick to the waist, deflectable. Then sent a puncture kick to the chest, smashing into the wind. 

Al raised his fist in a row, blockable. Curious he jumped into the air and unleashed a curving kick into his head. The stalk of santri was unable to withstand the swiftness of the foot hit. He staggered. Al greeted with a kick. Santri fell down. 

Both of his friends were up. Al did not give them a chance to breathe by sending back-kicks in a row. They staggered and fell. He stepped on the neck of the athletic santri so that his body was too hard to breathe.

"Enough!" A heavy and authoritative call stopped Al's actions. The middle-aged man merrily stared at him with eyes that paralyzed emotions. He came with Nidar, Riany, and Irma. "Control your emotions, young man."

"Kyai's romantic?" ask Al.

Kyai observed the three battered santri, then shook her head. "They're travelers who stopped by."

"They're pickpockets in the guise of a traveler, Kyai." Al clutched the collar of the athletic santri shirt and lifted it to his feet. His eyes looked closely. "I have finished off you if this country were a barbaric land. Don't let us meet a second time before you can repent."

"Patience, young man," said Kyai. "We're done well."

"I hate the most people who wear the attributes of religion as a cover for evil, any religion."

Kya smiled shadyly. "I get it, let me take care of it."

Al released his hand.

Kyai said to Fatimah, "It is better to go to the DKM office. I want to know sit the real thing."

"Okay, Kyai."

"Again, Mr. Haikal is waiting in the office."

Al stunned. All views rolled towards him. There was worry in Fatimah's eyes. Al already suspected the veiled woman was not traveling alone. Is that how far along their relationship is?

Fatimah was nervous. "I can explain. It's not like what's on your mind...."