Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 08's

Yudi walked to the empty corner table left by guests to dance while greeting the invitations.

Young man spills into front of the stage petting Pamela Bordin. Old men do not want to miss.

“Listen to his voice,” whispered Al in Nidar's ear. “Do not see his hip shake.”

“Friends are more important,” Nidar said while walking in the back with Irma. “Tonight is a historic meeting.”

Pamela Bordin has gone off stage, interrupted by a male singer. Nidar was lazy to watch, the others too. Replace the mothers dancing. They were even more excited. Maybe revenge for their husband.

All eyes were on Al and the veiled girl who stepped beside him. He smiled bitterly. There are girls who are more qualified, they immediately forget the same YouTube artist who greeted the audience under the stage. They were fascinated to see the only veiled guest. Envy too.

Among those guests must have been many who knew him, especially children who were often involved brawl. The face of a childhood friend he remembered very little.

“Sapa dong,” reprimand Nidar slowly. “They're your ex-army.”

Al just nodded kindly and spread a warm smile.

“Assalamu’alaikum everything. I came back after all this time. Sorry yes, most if salaman.”

The young men returned his words.

Irma Melted, “Telat. Good thing they didn't throw you a banana."

"Monkey dong?" nidar Chirping. "I'm out of four what's his name?"

"Cock!"

They arrived at the corner table. Al was sitting next to the veiled girl. The fragrance of a distinctive perfume further strengthens the memory of the little queen. But he's not sure yet.

"Just come home?" ask Irma.

"Kok know?"

"Your father update status."

"Caption?"

"Dinner with my son on a glory night."

"Lose son" cried Nidar. “Kid today use old HP, not really perky.”

“Not mean gaptek.”

"Mastering technology if it's not used for what?"

"Having the skill does not always have to be used. There comes a time when expertise is needed, or it may not be used at all."

"If it's unused, why do we have that skill?"

"Each skill is useful for a particular situation, because expertise arises due to a particular situation. When a certain situation does not occur, that skill means unused, but that skill is still needed to deal with a particular situation."

"What the hell is that?" cut Irma. "I'm becoming more and more bego. You brought by what not? That's what matters."

"Of course not" answered Nidar. "Where do we remember the same?"

Al actually wanted to bring souvenirs, at least for the little queen. But the money is only enough for the cost and cost of eating on the trip.

His father never sent more money. He often borrowed with Rivaldo when there was a sudden event. Aisha must be angry if she finds out.

He bought her some special Yogya food baskets for souvenirs. His arrival must be awaited because long gone wander. To entertain guests who come.

But no guests came, and so-called home assistant meals.

After all, Al doesn't remember his childhood friend. He had to think hard remembering them when he met again, except for one that was not erased by time, the little queen.

"You can ask for my phone number with Dad."

"Your father is very strict in guarding his son. He does not want your studies to be interrupted. You must intermittently want to go home if often contacted friends games in the village. Your father didn't want that."

Dad was so clever to cover the luxury of his life. They are afraid to divulge the actual situation if given the contact number.

"If it is big, it likes to be quiet, yes" seduced Irma. "No fuss."

Those words made Al confident in the voice of his heart. The veiled girl sitting next to him was the little queen he deeply missed. He glanced at the girl at a glance and his heart suddenly felt cold.

"Al again remembered," said the veiled girl with her melodious voice. "It's like most of the women's names in her brain, the loading's slow."

Sassy, Al grumbled inwardly. Only one woman dared to be insolent to him.

“I know who you are though wrapped in a lemper. Riany Mahera Ayubi's. The woman who shot me in the chest."

As a child, Al became a male chieftain and Riany became a female chieftain. He had the title of king of bandring and the girl was nicknamed queen of jamparing. They're sworn enemies. Wherever we meet, there is war.

But they help each other if other villagers come to attack. They even infiltrated the neighboring village as a counterattack for the persecution of Yudi.

"Remember that I like to laugh at myself" Irma said. "Riany asked my opinion how to conquer you to submit to the same order, I continued to show the picture of the heart pierced by arrows. Finally the incident really.”

"It's a good thing his arrow eyes aren't sharp," Al's smile wryly. "So it's just a bruise."

"I didn't know there was a sharp arrow at the time" said Riany. "I must have asked Abi to buy it if I knew, all the poisoned arrows."

"It's awful."

"Are you not evil?"

"Me just tonight, what's evil?"

"Here!"

"That means I'm good now?"

Al was grateful that the little queen had hijrah. At first he was worried that Riany's mischief was growing with age. Since childhood, he dared to rebel, not want to follow his brother in hijab.

Pamela Bordin came in with her sweet smile, and greeted, "Hi, Al. How are you?"

Al bengong's. Does the YouTube artist know him? He tried to remember, but did not find the girl's name in his past. In Yogya also never watch a dangdut concert. So where have they met?

"I follow your father" said Pamela.

"Payments."

"Pantesanan your brain is perfectly," said Irma. "Truly the beans forgot the skin."

"The little queen almost forgot" Yudi said. "More than the same concubine."

Concubine, Al thought slowly. There was a beautiful game in childhood where she had a queen with two concubines, and they never got along.

Al suddenly turned to Nidar. "You didn't say that this YouTube artist is Komala."

"Don't tell me how?" turn Nidar relax. "I told you in the store. You just don't remember his full name."

"The second concubine must have no picture at all" Pamela smiled. "That game can happen again, can't it?"

"Golden opportunity, Al," support Yudi. "Doney three. Make more."

Al did not know what reaction was behind the purple niqab. Maybe the smile is as harassing as ever. But his heart was not offended. Tonight is the most beautiful gift. She is reunited sooner with the girl who adorns her nightly prostration, though she does not know if Riany is saving the same miss.

Since graduating High School, Riany continued school to Medina. Rich parents can send him to any of the best universities in the world. And that's actually what makes them never get along. Riany's a noble boy, Al a mushroom boy.