Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 37's

The plane was boarded by Umrah landing group at KAIA airport at 22:00 pm Jeddah time.

A dry wind greeted them as they exited the plane. Slowly Al down the garbarata enjoying the majesty of the airport while carrying two hand bags.

Arriving on the runway, they bowed in gratitude to be able to set foot in Jeddah safely. All dressed up, miqat on the plane.

There were no tears in Al's eyes soaking up the warmth of the runway at night.

Then the group was transported to the Hajj Terminal for immigration checks. Every one hour Umrah groups come and go.

The Hajj terminal is not too crowded so groups can directly queue for checks in seven immigration lounges. Some sat waiting in the seats of the plaza, an open space with a conical roof.

For travel bag taken care of baggage officers and brought first to the bus, so that the group does not bother carrying a large bag.

"Towers to the toilet, good light," pinta Oma.

"Titip bag yes," said Al to Nidar.

Al escorted Oma to the toilet, and met with Riany who was giving information to a group of worshippers. Finished giving out the information, he immediately caught up with them.

"Where are you going?" riany asked while walking beside Al.

"To your heart."

"Your oral body."

"We're at the international airport."

"You've already ihram."

"Wild without orgasm?"

"Where do I know?"

"What's that?"

"I don't know what's in your brain."

"Please take care of the damn business later."

"Lod."

"I've been looking for a beautiful murshid to take care of."

"Take yourself to IDB let me know."

"Repots."

"Travel hajj and umrah your responsibility later."

"I want to work in Jordan."

"Jordan has settled in us."

"Find experience. You can come with. Let my friend find a rental house."

"Related."

"If forced?"

"Likes to play hard, huh?"

Riany opened the toilet door and entered. Oma had already entered at the door next door. Al mused, his joke could not be included in the category of prohibition of ihram. But there is nothing wrong with paying dams rather than bothering to public prosecution.

Al's eyes circled looking at the terminal scene. There are several restaurants and shops in several places. She walks into an ATM near a liquor store, picks up riyal money then shops Mecca Cola coldly.

Pamela stood wryly in front of the shop next door like a daze.

Al came over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"So I'm very scared in the land of people" complained Pamela. "Can't you buy drinks with rupiah?"

"Just ask the station guard."

"I don't speak Arabic" Pamela's smile blushed.

"Singing a desert song so eloquently?"

"There's text."

"Shopping using rupiah can be, only fifty and one hundred thousand denominations."

"Where are you shopping?"

"next shop. Who can speak Indonesian. There are also Javanese and Sundanese languages."

"Please take it with you."

"In front of the eyes when asking to be delivered?"

"Artists can be nervous too."

"Near you I'm nervous. Afraid of the angry."

"Riany told you?"

"Who else?"

So their ta'aruf information has already spread? Surely all you know is single girls. Substantial.

Al lifted the grocery bag. "it's enough if only for the two of Nek Surti."

"Allow the others. You're not alone either, are you?"

"A lot of drinks for yourself? What's my stomach gallons?"

Al takes Pamela shopping drinks. When he returned to the toilet, Riany and Oma were already waiting at the huge pillar. The face of his future wife slightly changed to see them both way. He didn't wear the niqab during Ihram.

"Again Ihram" whispered Al in his ear half-sniffled. "Bidden by jealous."

"Don't get nervous either" replied Riany.

The girl smiled sweetly at Oma and Pamela who were watching them.

"The drinks aren't for the most part, is it good?" ask Oma.

"Make others too."

Al brought out Mecca Cola for Oma and Riany. Then walk to the plaza chair. He handed the grocery bag over to Nidar to share.

"Hunger" said Irma. "Find me a meal yuk jerk?"

"On the bus is prepared rice box," said Riany. "Indonesian Menu."

"Well, what's the heat now?"

"Already, don't highlight," cut Nidar. "I'm taking it."

"No orgasms, yes" Al quipped. "Many istighfar."

"Know," sergeant Nidar. "Are you a believer?"

"Nyorot too," grumbled Al slowly. "Nasehatin pinter."

Sometimes people forget to keep the words for ihram. Little sins are not felt even though they are meant to be joking.

"Not ta'aruf is suitable yet" Al commented as he looked at their departure.

Riany glimpsed. "Keep we don't fit?"

"We're getting too good" Al's smile thin. "So much to pay for dam."

"Then don't putty."

Meanwhile, Ms. Hanif did not want to be separated from her husband. Nempel keeps kayaking trucks and couplers.

"Be careful with the dam" said Eyang Munzir. "Are you deliberately preparing a lot of money to pay a fine?"

"This old grandfather really did, '" tweeted Nek Surti. "The mouth of the skull forgot to take."

"Keep this one granny's chipped mouth left no?" the Eyang Munzir.

"Have dong, beb, hands off," whispered Mr. Hanif. "Mag of ihram."

"Fear of having sex, huh, beb? Would you pay a dam?"

This is how people do money, thought Al bored. All violations are taken lightly because they can be redeemed. Umrah is also replaced with money!

Jeddah immigration checks are complicated. But the service of officers is fast and not complicated, so not too long the group queues.

After the immigration check, the group was directed to the airport curb and took the bus as per the absence list. Riany checked one by one following the completeness of documents and handbags in case anyone was left behind.

The convoy bus left the airport. Al took the initiative to shout the talbiyah through a loudspeaker which was then followed by all passengers. Groping body.

Buses are on the Makkah Expressway. Al's eyes are glazed. The city of Ibrahim.

Green grasses, rock mountains, train stations, rock mounds, shrubs, deserts, is a sight that is presented along the way, looks blackened because of the dim night.

Al is not stopping berbatalbiyah even though the awake man lives alone with the driver. They fell asleep the rest of the trip.

Al remembered his childhood on the day of the feast. She remained alone in the surau until the morning after the march around the village, while the other children slept. Surau guards to wonder how the famous mischievous and wayward Al can praise his God last night.

The night of recitation is the night of repentance for Al from the previous sin and then repeated again. On the feast day the first person to be visited is the owner of a fruit tree or bird. They always forgive even if they know they will happen again.

When Al went to school in Yogya, they felt lost because there were no more echoes of takbir throughout the night.