Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 55's

Oma ended the lunch not until completely full, then took Aisyah to the room.

Al was forced to rest in Nidar's room.

"Functional?" sindir Nidar while lying on the bed. "It's good in room 63. Sleep with the girl Quraysh."

"If only it was halal...."

"That is the beauty of religion. I think Oma fits both Riany and Aisyah. Just meet Wulandari and Lin Wei. Who knows if Oma agrees on four."

"Keep marriage with one woman."

"There must be a lot of men studying."

"How many times has Umrah?"

"Four what five."

"It's more koplak."

Al checked the bed sheets.

"Search what the hell?" ask Nidar astonished.

"Irma you sleep alone. Who knows you want Irma to migrate to this room. There are marks once."

"Curried."

"Former drool...."

"I'm less of a Irma."

"Because Pamela started to open her heart?" shoot Al. He noticed lately Pamela was close to Nidar. They often go to Haram both when praying at night. "Don't you think Pamela made you a transit too?"

Harbi seems to subtly reject Pamela's presence, even though the girl is heavy as an Arab. It is not easy to comfort a sense of disappointment other than to immediately find another man.

"The fate of the time must be terminal."

"You're not fair. You rejected Irma for not being a transit of her love to Lukman, now you accept Pamela because fate is a transit."

Nidar's face looked wrinkled. "So the transit of two women just dizzy for mercy. You're really great."

"Kok me?"

"You're on a bunch of girls' backs, didn't you break that nutmeg?"

"It's a habit."

"Whose third one is it? The first was Riany, the second was Aisyah, if Lin Wei had chosen the fourth slot. Whose third one is it? Wulandari what is Vidya?"

"They astonished me. Aisyah, Lin Wei, and Wulandari were campus nymphs. Many handsome guys and tajirs are chasing. Why choose me? My looks aren't very handsome. Yeah but compared to you, a lot of times...."

"If venting, get used to being polite."

"Well, Riany surprised me the most. Riany and Lukman since childhood. Lukman has been rich for a long time. The Lukman, too. Whiter the skin. Just the lisp hasn't gone away right. But when did Riany choose me because of Lukman's lispy rada?"

"I, if I were a girl, would have put you first."

"Amit-amit."

"I said that. Do you know if not?"

"If it is also ogah."

"I can't really get out of it."

"When can't I please? 1,000 riyals of money from me is up?"

"There's 500 more."

"Well, you don't buy souvenirs for the family?"

"It."

"Don't be so cheap."

"Another 500 to shop in Medina."

"Get your parents some nice clothes. The rest of the money I think is enough." Al took out two pieces of 500 riyals from the small bag he was holding. "It's for shopping in Medina."

Nidar refused, "No. How will pay later? Marbot salary under UMR."

"Who told you to pay?"

"I'm not good."

"Look good like this. The room is quite spacious, we fight. If you win, you pay and you get to take a prick."

"If I lose this time?"

"I'm sure you're losing."

"What's your shine?"

"Enough to make the mosque's marbot battered."

"Means Ben Muzakir your part if there is a clash sometime. When santri Kyai Rojali ganged on me, Ben Muzakir came and fought with me. The science is one level above me."

"I've never heard from you about it."

"I never challenged Kyai Rojali. I ask carefully that Kyai Rojali not to idolize Abah. My money's only enough for three days. Kyai Rojali agreed. But in the middle of the road I was surrounded by manganese. It's finally happening as you heard."

"You didn't tell Abi that you never challenged Kyai Rojali's fight?"

"There are many problems that he must solve."

"Your silence just makes a pointed problem."

"Kyai Rojali should have clarified. The talk is trustworthy."

"The mouth is locked by interests. But nevermind. You're shopping for old people, but there's still time. Tomorrow ends at dawn we thawaf wada, continue to leave for Makkah Station, so we can arbain at Dhuhur prayer."

"Well the fast train?"

"When you take the bus 6 hours. Ride the train for only 2 hours."

"Travel is bus transportation."

"The group has agreed to add 250 riyals to buy tickets."

"Kok I'm not told?"

"Continue?"

"I bought the ticket."

Nidar's phone lying on the bed rang, from Riany. Nidar.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said.

"Wa'alaikumussalam," replied Riany. "Is there a candidate for my priest in your room?"

"Start." Nidar handed the phone to his friend.

Al greeted with his relaxed voice, Riany replied.

"Is there Ayesha in Oma's room?" ask Riany. "Well?"

"Close first. I went to nanyain's room first. I think it's shower time. What do I do in the bathroom?"

"Nyebelin very much."

"Ease."

"Will I be jealous? I get jealous every day, you know?"

"I don't feel it."

"Jealous is not a bullet, but its impact is more devastating than a grenade."

"Faye how?"

Moments without an answer, then Riany's voice riddled with sadness, "The conditions are getting worse. I, Brother Dinar, the same Lukman can't go home today. The three of me will go to Medina. I'm asking you to finish the travel bag Lukman to take to Medina."

"Travel bag you?"

"You want to settle?"

"That's a big dong. Let's know the size if later give birthday gift."

"It's been taken care of with Irma!"

"The waves! Anything else to say?"

"Enough. See you in Medina. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Al handed the phone to Nidar, and said, "Please tidy up Lukman's travel bag."

"You'll tell me to shop for souvenirs," Nidar turned. "So you dong sorted. Every once in a while obey the same wife."

"Don't know how to return the favor" grumbled Al.

"The wheels are dead."

Nidar walked out of the room. Al took Lukman's travel bag in the corner of the room, unlocked it and put it on the bed in an open state. Then open the closet door, pick up ihram and a few sets of clothes. It is located in the travel bag.

Al returned to the closet checking the drawer, found a diary. Had stamped in his mind to see the contents of the diary but urung, stored in the bag in the travel bag.

When you want to lock the travel bag, suddenly another thought arises. Al open again travel bag take diary and see the contents. He knew he was violating privacy, but curiosity soared.

Lukman pours notes of events in lines of poetry, telling stories about the beauty of High School with all its romance, until Al arrives at a page:

Cold poking, wet drizzling night, street vendor peddling dream, shabby tired

What am I looking for here? Sow fret on the wind or cross off a name at the end of school? No, I don't want my tears dripping free

Because your destiny is predetermined

I can't bear this burden

Al pondered for a moment trying to understand its meaning. He imagines Lukman walking with his girl friend among street vendors while graduating high school, and their love hitting the wall of fate. Maybe the girl was already set up. Classic bangat.

Al open the next page, contains about the silence of the heart until then Lukman found the Riyadh girl who everything looks like the woman. Finally Al's curiosity was answered on the next page:

The scorching moment roasted the soul, and the flower blossomed thrashing in the gourd of the eyeball, the fleeting question of stabbing the heart, who is your destiny?

I'm really afraid, your eyeballs are splattered on the brittle rover

Allow me to understand, about the endless waves pounding, about the relentless wind rustling, sometimes inflamed sometimes whispering, in silence

Are you afraid that I will be disappointed when you know your destiny?

I'm so happy, she was a guardian angel as a child

Al clenched his jaws holding the mosquito in his chest. His suspicions are proven, among them ever intertwined stories. Lukman pulls over when he finds a girl who looks like Riany.

"I swear to my God." Al recalls Riany's words between Shafa and Marwah. "For the man who prostrated himself before me, there was not the slightest taste for Lukman, there was no disgrace in my departure with him."

So Riany's oath that night was not for him, but to convince himself that there was no sense in Lukman.

Al had suspected that there was a man who was disturbed by his presence. And it's not Harbi, it's Lukman.

Al has taken away their happiness. But is it her fault? He simply accepted the fate presented by his father.

"I want you to know for yourself" said Nidar who was standing behind the closed door. I don't know when to enter. "I can't tell you that."

Al smiled a little. Keep diary books in deep pockets and then lock the travel bag.

"I was shocked when I read the diary" continued Nidar. "Among them it turns out that there was a story that was erased."

Al stared at it. "Aren't you shopping?"

"Aren't you affected by that story?" nidar's eyes don't believe it.

"Since Riany's departure with Lukman to Riyadh unaccompanied, I've guessed. They can continue the story."

"It's too late."

"No word too late."

"There's Faye."

"If you hear the last news, there is very little hope of survival."

"Al," call Nidar carefully. "Are you okay?"

Of course my heart is broken, Al thought grievously. Who do you think can accept a reality like this? But what came out of his mouth again, "I can do nothing if you don't buy the gifts that your parents deserve. Go quickly."

After Nidar's death, Al sat in contemplation. His mind raged until he came to a decision: He cannot marry a woman who is forced to love him.