Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 44

Bus stops in the east courtyard of the Grand Mosque. They came down and entered through Babussalam. The time has come Dhuhur. They prayed together first, then thawaf continued with sa'i.

Finished tahallul, Irma came to Al and handed him a cell phone.

"You were told to ngebel" said Irma.

"Riany?"

"Who else?"

"It's just a ribet schedule thing."

"It's not about the schedule."

"What about?"

"Then it's a phone."

Al took the phone from Irma's hand. A moment later he returned it again. "The battery's gone."

Nidar comes while receiving a connection from Riany. "I'll pass it to the guy."

Nidar handed the phone to Al. "Riany wants to talk."

Al received a cell phone and brought it close to the ear. Suddenly he saw someone's cry:

"Hi, Al!"

Aisyah appeared at the entrance with fashionable hijab makeup, wearing sunglasses.

Al spoke to Riany who was waiting on the phone, "Just now."

Al handed the phone to Nidar. "Thank you."

"Who is he?" ask Irma.

"Repo."

"I'm an escort. I deserve to know who that girl is."

"But you don't want to know what Riany did in Riyadh" Al casually recalled. He went to meet Aisyah.

"Again umrah?" greet Aisyah.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Can't you say that?"

"Riya again."

"When's it coming?"

"That night."

"Yes when?"

"Your last night was."

"So you were in Makkah?"

"In the lobby of Clock Tower."

"Can I just meet you now? I go to Clock Tower every day."

"Times?"

"Is there another dead style?" aisyah Syndir.

"Know anyway?"

"Noh, the girl's gawking at me keeps on."

"Ir."

"Candidate?"

"The Quraysh can kepo ya."

Aisha was a descendant of the Quraysh tribe of Al-Khanza. The decisiveness of the Quraysh tribe and the tenderness of the Javanese tribe emanated in the incredible charm on his face.

Al first knew Aisyah when there was a seminar at the Bulaksumur Mosque, he asked the source, "Mitos what is the fact, Makkah people who came out of his country called caught the devil?"

Spontaneous Aisyah riding apitam. "Your question is weightless, very naive."

"Just want affirmation, from the neighbors of the village."

"Oh, the Bejo anyway? Slum."

"Katrok?"

"Aren't I the one talking?"

Al did not know that Aisha was a descendant of the Quraysh. Then it's over Al's recitation.

"How come you have such small thoughts?" sniffle Aisyah cynical. "Don't the kingpin?"

"I am the son of a nation seeking the truth. If it's not true, I'm sorry."

"Don't repeat it again."

"It's a form of stupidity."

Since then Al and Aisyah have been close friends. Guru najai in Bulaksumur even advocated for ta'aruf, rather than courtship that has no legal basis. Indirectly his teacher accused them of dating, but Al forgave.

"Hilson." Aisha moved her hands in front of Al's face, awakening from the reverie. "Cock-a-luck anyway?"

Al smiled a little. "Surprise to meet at Haram."

"Every holiday I go to the house of Jaddah."

"Where's the bridge?"

"But his grandson went for a walk."

"Can't help selling with jaddah. So the center of attention."

"Good ... The souvenirs are in demand."

"Over traders. Look at Indonesian girls like see what times."

"Other hijabers are looking for Arabs."

"I'm looking for a local guy. But what is sought is not real."

When the conversation is over, Al chooses to shut up, or switch the topic, "Oma wait a long time."

"Omma? You're with family?"

"I'm umrah oma's conspicuous."

And Al became dead in style when Aisha became acquainted with Oma. All eyes admired Aisyah's beauty, except Irma. He watched his movements suspiciously.

"Al didn't say I had an Oma this beautiful" Aisyah praised. "How many days of Oma in Makkah?"

"Eight days."

"Tomorrow to play Khanza. I know jaddah. Sally also loh. Just a cakepan of Oma."

"Thank you."

"This whole group is one?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where's the travel?"

"Travel kampung Oma."

"What is the schedule?"

"Early afternoon tour of Umrah."

"That means you can stop by Khanza?"

"God willing."

"OK oma play agree," reprimanded Al ethereal. "It has to take care of the group."

Aisyah was stunned for a moment. "Oh, so you're the group leader? Let me take Oma for a walk. Where are you going?"

"Oma does not want to miss praying in the Grand Mosque."

"Yes yes dong, Oma. Stay away from Indonesia for that. I am also."

"Don't be tomorrow" said Al.

Aisyah. "Why?"

"I don't know if tomorrow will be. I won't let anyone take Oma without me."

"Riany can go home" said Oma. "So you can accompany Oma."

Aisyah looked at Al unblinkingly. "Riany? Who's Riany?"

There was a curious missed in Aisyah's eyes because Al and the entourage had to immediately return to the hotel to rest before Ashar came.

"So that guy was kayak Al" praised Nek Surti. "Let there be an abis tiger chick, abandoned for the sake of the entourage."

"If Riany was his friend, Nek" defended Irma.

"And let the company be doomed, like a chicken losing its mother!"

They exited through the door of King Aziz, walked to the Clock Tower, climbed to the 33rd floor, and entered their respective rooms.

Al sat on the bed. His stamina is pretty depleted. Repot for time taking care of Oma and the entourage. He needs a little break.

Many agendas must be completed today, not the travel agenda, because tours to places around the Grand Mosque are not included. Instead of going alone and at risk of straying, then Al took the initiative to rent a bus so that he could leave in a crowd.

"I agree" said Nek Surti. "Rame-rame sets are safer. I'm afraid of being forced to go alone."

"This granny is timid," said Pamela. "Who would want to molest that grandmother? Trashman just think about it."

"Eh, make no mistake, let my six-casing head still be a four-head. In this hot air, the innate Arab guy just wants to eat."

"Then I don't want to get away from my husband" said Ms. Hanif.

"Pantesan every time the umrah wet bath," said Eyang Munzir. "Ihram doang again."

Mr. Hanif is acting stupid. "Well, shower if it's not wet, how about it?"

Al often heard the sloping news around Makkah. It is said to take a male taxi first and get off later. If the woman first, then taken away. The more sensational one is said to be the business of essays around the north door of Makkah under the fly over. Hotel lifts and escalators as well as mosques are not safe, lots of copets.

Herannya, when Al asked TKI who had 20 years mukim in Makkah, never heard the news. Where did the news come from? It may have happened, but why is it so bad?

"No need, Eyang," said Al when Eyang Munzir offered 100 riyals to help rent a bus. "Oma wants a lot of alms in Makkah. This is a good opportunity for alms."

"Yes, this money is used to buy souvenirs."

"Less, Eyang," said Pamela, "the granddaughter of Eyang is a lot."

"Lettle down a lot of money. Pamela wants to be sold out?"

"Gengges really maggots yes," grumbled Nek Surti. "Grandchild of the cave is gilded as well."

"You don't wash it every once in a while, it's dirty."

If Eyang Munzir and Nek Surti become husband and wife like a scene. Every day there are broken plates. It is said that while young they had dated, then separated because of cheating.

Well, this is what Al doesn't know exactly. This story happened long before Mom and Dad got married. Eyang Munzir's cheating or Nek Surti's, or both. What is clear at this time every time we meet is definitely noisier. They are widows and widows.