Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 06's

"There are a lot of options on campus" Al said. "What do you want for a daughter-in-law?"

Ma'am Haikal stared with a ray of protesting eyes. "Kok Mom anyway? Which one do you fit in the same?"

"Where are you?"

Frankly, Al did not know which one to choose. Every day women downstream adorn his life, beautiful, some hijab some are not.

Perhaps the three women were the most suitable.

Aisyah was the girl who sacrificed the most. Then Wulandari, a blue-blooded girl who opposes the custom of the palace, likes wild races. Next was Lin Wei, a girl of Chinese descent, who was trying to eliminate differences out of love.

The problem of prospective wives has actually been thought of by Al. How beautiful when graduation there is a companion. But the choice was not them, but the little queen he would meet tomorrow morning.

Al refrained from visiting tonight, even though his curiosity was so passionate. He never met a girl at night to avoid night crimes. And night crime isn't just crime, it's a small thing.

"Hi, Al!" shouted someone in front of the fence.

Al turned his head and remembered the smile of the young man dressed in kurta and kopiah qaraqul. Nidar. The most loyal friend of childhood.

Al walked over and greeted, "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam" answered Nidar.

Al sliding turnstile. They hugged. Then Nidar kissed the hand of Bu Haikal who came out of the gate to control the tavern.

Al accompanied his mother across the street. His hand signals the vehicle to stop. After that, he went back to see his friend.

"Dipingit girl Yogya?" nidar Chirping. "Can't go home?"

Al smiled a little. "I'd go home every month if I knew a village this beautiful."

He lives with a luxury car, or get on a plane if he wants to hurry. The life that is only present in his dreams, is now lived in the real world.

"How are you?" ask Al.

"Not as good as you."

"DO?"

"Lecture alone boro-boro."

"Cock?"

"I think of selling a field that's just a piece of mendingan work. Collecting costs. This year I'm on the list of extension classes."

"Thank God."

Nidar smiled happily. "It's nice to see you come home."

"The book is total" commented Al. "There's a study show?"

"habit."

Al smiled a little. "People mangoes do not get used to it."

"Conditions."

"Who's married?"

"Still remember Yudi, right?"

"Jews?" Al thought long enough to need to be reminded by Nidar.

"What do you do bully often?"

"Oh, Yudhishthira? Who wants to be that keris guy?"

"Notary."

"It's different."

"Judi got a rich widow."

"You?"

"Bringing has never been."

"If you can ta'aruf."

"Subhanallah. I thought you were on Instagram just imaging."

"Instagram?" Al wonder. He doesn't have Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, or WA. The phone can only call and SMS. "Dad huh?"

"Who else?"

His father was often invited to campus when visiting Yogya. Sometimes attending the lectures held by him. So he knows all his activities.

"What entertainment?" ask Al.

"The dangdut guy."

"The tancap screen is still there?"

"The same as the internet. Free to air again."

"There's a Kominfo."

"Use VPN."

"Just know you."

"His word."

"What about golek?"

"Just whistles. Dying alive won't."

"Banjet mask?"

"Belcome."

"I miss those days."

"Jahiliyah's time?"

As a child, Al was notoriously naughty. Mangos, mangosteen, monkey guava, or pigeons are not safe from catapult shots. He had been chased by residents because his buttocks were covered in defecation time in the river.   

Al always steals the chance when there's a screen on. No deterrence even though tomorrow it gets a punishment. Moreover, there is wayang golek, to the end of the village pursued, until bolos teachi to peek at sinden dandan. He was locked up in a chicken coop by his father. Not kapok, even brushing out the existing eggs.

Of course Al now doesn't have to go in secret. His mother even gave provisions when saying goodbye. The stuff that made him shake his head!

"What's this much money for?" stare Al can't believe it.

"Make it happen" replied Ma'am Haikal. 'The rest is for the snack."

"Mostly. What's the artist's booking?"

"Can. Booking to KUA."

"It's time you found a candidate."

"The meaning of man."

"Astaghfiullah!"

"Then Al took ten pieces."

"Do you know why you give this much money?"

"Let Mother not be said to be favoritism."

"Because I know you must have rejected it."

"Pamit, Ma'am." Al kissed his mother's hand. "Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Al left the cashier's desk and approached Nidar who was waiting at the door.

Nek Surti who ate meatballs at the table near the door said hello, "Again look for a candidate huh? I exist. Sakep loh his son."

"Is Komalasari?" sambar Nidar enthusiastic.

"Pamela Bordin, the Shake Zigzag!"

"Oh, I forgot. I used to call Iis."

"I'm sorry, Grandma," cut Al. "Again in a hurry, you want to go."

Al pulls Nidar's arm out of the store. The young man persisted because he still wanted to talk to Nek Surti.

"May I have the number, Grandma?"

"Can. Can."

Nek Surti activates the phone. Find the number in question. Suddenly he remembered. "Oh, yes. There's a business card."

Nek Surti took out a business card from a small bag. Nidar reached out to receive, but the old woman thrust her hand at Al.

"Bel first if you come to the house. Afraid to leave."

"Who's door?" ask Nidar. "Pamela Bordin what's the manager?"

"This is my grandson's number, time to connect to his manager?"

Nidar grabbed his friend's hand. Al had to take the card. He smiled a little.

"Thank you, Grandma. Excuse me."

Al went outside the store. A glance at the business card while walking on the sidewalk. There are four mobile numbers complete with home addresses, a lot, like people selling pulses.

"Can you see?" pinta Nidar's.

"Who is Pamela Bordin?" al asked while handing over the business card to his friend.

"It's a hell of a Katrok. He's a famous dangdut artist."

"Have you been on the recording?"

"Much on YouTube."

"You can go to YouTube."

"Every man wants his number."

"You too?"

"Marbot mosque doesn't count."

"There's a problem with the mosque's marbot as with the dangdut artist?"

"Pamela Bordin belongs to the money."

"The name card means useless."

"It must be useful to you."

"I'm not interested."

"Buy things just look around."

"Can I book it?"

"Many people make money by booking, but supposedly bite their fingers."

"Concone?"

"Word of mouth."

"You're the mosque's marbot, but it's been doused by news of Pamela Bordin."

"Marbot is like a charity box, any news comes from the congregation."

"Mosque's a place for gossip, huh?"

"Denger-denger appeared on Yudi's show."

"Happy to see your favorite artist?"

"Fortunately, the son has a rich widow."

"So can you call a YouTube artist?"

"Free."

"Can't you?"

"Pamela Bordin is his wife's niece."

"Go home alone."

"Don't like dangdut?"

Any music comes in. Dangdut, pans, pop, rock. Depending on the tastes of the dormitory residents who are visited. In his room, the radio was absent.

Nidar patted his eel. "That's a big bego. Ustadz time likes dangdut?"

"It is not easy to give a title."

"You went viral as an imam in the village mosque."

"Forced. Imam Rawatib suddenly mules, and that doesn't mean I can be called ustadz."

"So there's hope for Pamela Bordin?"

Al smile. The soul mate no one knows.