Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 27's

Al patiently waited for the security to open the gate while carrying a bag containing Ihram clothes. Today there is a manasik exercise.

"Thank you." Al entered and walked into the mosque.

In the front court there is a duplicate Kaaba of the same size as the original. Around the Kaaba Umrah pilgrims stand forming several small groups. Some are sitting on outdoor benches.

Riany, Harbi, Nidar and Irma chatted while standing under the shade tree. Riany looks so happy. A joy that never comes up when you get together with him.

They met with a glance. Then Al immediately approached his omana sitting on an outdoor bench while eating glass noodles.

Riany also goes to the outdoor bench and sits beside Oma just before Al arrives. He did not get a seat.

"The last noodle of the week is yes, Oma," Riany said. "Oma can eat more noodles next week, because the waxy substance can only be digested 2 X 24 hours."

"Thank you for being reminded, hah ayu," said Oma. "I like to forget."

"Factor U times yes," smiled Nek Surti who was sitting nearby. She went with her granddaughter, Pamela Bordin, the YouTube artist. The more exciting the Umrah troupe. But the artist has not yet arrived.

"Therefore the Opa is a wish" said Eyang Munzir. "Find the seger."

"Nih maggots nyamber aja," Nek Surti nagged. "Jump together with the kepo batteries."

"I'm with this group. So can dong get together with the granny of the campong?"

"If you find one that immediately enters the refrigerator," sambar Bu Hanif. "If it's less, the cucumber uses ice."

"Dam." Mr. Hanif gawking. "Frozen dong, beb."

"You're still fresh, baby," said Ms. Hanif. "New orange kayak comes out of the refrigerator."

They're newlyweds but old casings, widows and widows.

"Well, this is again a stale bride" chirped Eyang Munzir. "The honeymoon was like an Opa, to Dubai or where it was. Don't go to Makkah, you have to keep going."

"Be patient, Oma," comfort Ms. Hanif. "The Eye is a test."

"Eh, bujug. I jin iprit kali huh?"

"Buto ijo" sambar Nek Surti. "Ijah's censor died first."

"Keep the hood off first why? His heart is not strong hear the tin of rhombus floundering?"

"The old machine was beheaded strike dah," joked Mr. Hanif. "Much more climbing."

"Should've studied with Opa."

"Here, the ends go back to the old wife, sickly as the hood."

Oma herself seemed to be dissolved with her thoughts. Fun to eat glass noodles. His wound was wrapped neatly in obedience to his prophet.

"Opa went home before we left for Umrah" Al said. "He wants to drive to the airport."

"It's okay not to go home, great. During his youth Opa often did not come home because of business. Oma is used to herself."

But now because of Jennifer, Al thought it was bland. He can't do anything. He cannot protest for things that can be religious.

"His drink is over?" ask Riany. "Riri take it again huh?"

"Enough, cah ayu," said Oma. "There's leftovers in the bag."

"Which point?"

"In the mosque."

Riany smiled. "That means it should be taken. Just the one, huh?"

"Me too, Non," said Ms. Hanif.

"Who else would?" Riany looked around.

Pamela appears while toting ihram's pouch. The girl looks graceful with a simple and prilly hijab. Simple makeup makes her look natural. Different from her makeup with the time to perform on stage.

"What's wrong, Ri?" ask Pamela.

"Drink," Riany replied while typing a chat to send drinks. "You?"

"Thank you."

"This is my grandson" said Nek Surti proudly. "Beautiful, right?"

"Banget" said Eyang Munzir. "Persis kayak grandmother when young seen from a straw WC."

Nek Surti. "Whose comment was that? I want to vomit."

"What's my chamber pot?"

"Closet!"

"Basic stale donut! If you like to forget the afterlife!"

"Well, that's the drink" said Riany.

Granny crumbs tease:

"The compact is real."

"The last episode of ta'aruf."

"Dine on it."

"Law yes, Non."

Al is not happy to see it even though it has been hidden through the agility of the finger typing Aisyah chat reply. He couldn't come to fulfill his invitation, his info love was late. He had gone on a holiday to the ancestral country. He was very happy to get a holiday invitation at his home.

"When can you?" write Ayesha in the dialog box.

"Fastly," replied Al. "Wait waiting."

"The same kangen me?" seductive Aisyah with emoji smile.

Al does not reply, closes the chat and saves the gadget to the kurta pocket. He walked to Nidar who was busy chatting with Pamela.

"Let me share." Al took the dus that Nidar was holding. "They can die of thirst waiting for you."

"I help you" said Pamela. "The concubine will have to intervene if the queen is busy."

Nidar bengong left alone. Al and Pamela distribute mineral water. The attention of the mothers of the sheep shifted.

"Real tab," commented Ms. Hanif. "I've known you for a long time."

Pamela smiled sweetly. "Friends of childhood, see you now."

"Mazing."

"So I want to be young again."

"Promise of love in the Holy Land."

"Go home and get up."

"Pamela has never been this close to a local guy" said Nek Surti proudly. "Many of her peers are pedekates, but Pamela is not tasteful."

Ms. Hanif looked over with surprise. "Seriously?"

"Swear."

"What kind of guy? Amrik?"

"Arabic," said Nek Surti.

Riany comes and takes over Pamela's duties, saying, "It's always the Arab guy, right? You help Harbi, I help Al."

Pamela's stunned. "No way dong, Ri. He's your candidate."

"I'll lend you a minute."

"Can that be?"

"Let's not on the chrysalis."

"If Harbi likes me, no responsibility, Ri?"

"Groves." Riany pushed her body to leave immediately. "Pocket."

Pamela turned to Al before leaving. "How come you never like my posts? Don't like dangdut, do you?"

"That's a hell of a deal," Riany said. "She likes dangdut, but doesn't like the artist!"

"Inbox. What a pity for Pamela."

Al smiled faintly. "Sorry, haven't opened yet."

The story of Al had medsos actually still leaves a question mark on his heart. When he came home from the immigration office, Riany borrowed a gadget and knew there were Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and WA accounts, even though Al did not like cyberspace. There's one friend, Riany.

"Let's know what I posted on dumay," said Riany indifferently. "Let's not putty."

"See how nice you're ussie with Harbi?"

"That right?"

Riany's post is very exclusive. The topic is more about the life of Saudi Arabia. After posting about religious matters, the discussion is not from one perspective and is not shiny to one group.

There was a personal matter post, telling him about his future priest, perhaps to fend off the man who expected more from him.

Because it does not poult the villagers, then Al only confirmed the people who are friends with Riany. So it's not strange that his friends are mostly women.

"Ganjen," Riany quipped via DM. "Hijrah is just a mode?"

Al wonder Riany knows every thing he does in gadgets. Don't-don't tapped!