Mahabbah Longs
Continue For Rhyme

If God has willed, the winding road does not hinder the desire that is the goal. Same with Rima and Mustofa. After a long time accompanied by small slaves who almost changed all their plans. Finally the opportunity came. Comforting Rima with herself.

Hope was realized when the ringing sound from his cellphone was heard.

"Mustofa, where are you?"

Ah .. apparently from Ahmad.

"I'm in alon-alon town, nemenin kids look at the night market."

"The children sought after his parents tuch .. I went there, picked them up. Your position?"

"Well, windmill."

"All right, just wait for me there."

"God ..."

As soon as the phone was closed, Mustofa's vision immediately turned to the spinning wheel. Devra and Rima, Noval and Novi are at the top. Shouting off, between joy and fear of heights, mixed into one.

Mustofa watched it was happy too. He waited for them at the exit patiently. Even with the heart of dag dig dug. Especially when they see them at the top and scream. His heart calmed down while their position was at the bottom. And get to him immediately. But unfortunately, the wheel did not want to stop. Once again the mill rotated, driving them to the top again, with a relentless spin.

After a while, the new Mustofa was completely relieved. When the mill completely stopped and they came down from the closed cage, it opened by itself. Mustofa greeted them with a perfectly fluffy smile.

"Om, that was fun. Can see the city." booed Novi

"It's so beautiful this city at night." added Devra.

"I want to go up again, Om" said Noval not to lose.

"really. Next time we play here again."

"Tomorrow we're back. No way, Om."

"But your parents are waiting for you."

"Yes .... I can't play anymore. Enable Devra ... she lives here. I can play again."

Mustofa did not respond to the children's protests. He kept taking her out of the boat. Accompanied by Rima who walked the last and took Devra. Worrying if anyone is left behind. What could not be hidden from him was the release of the emotion of sadness from within his chest. Replaced with the excitement that now appears in his loose smile.

No need to wait too long, seen from afar, Ahmad came to them.

"Om Ahmad ..." call Noval and Novi.

"Hi y'all ..." replied Ahmad.

"Thank God, you're here. Om confused look for you."

"We're home. Ummimu nyari's. Your mother is also Devra."

"Yes .... We're not satisfied, Om."

"It's night. Not well. Come ..." take Ahmad. Inevitably they followed Ahmad stepped into the parking lot. It was sent by Rima and Mustofa. With a happy smile Mustofa stared at the departure of krucil until lost from sight.

Missing is already a distraction that has ruined his plan.

"We continue the dinner?"

"Dinner?" ask Rima back.

"Let's be cool."

"Goddessa .... Eat the edge of the dam at say dinner. Or ... at most on the fifth leg."

"Gee. Humiliation .... Come on, choose which restaurant. Okay." challenge Mustofa.

"I want a restaurant this time, really special."

"What-like?"

"The really romantic. The best menu is second to none."

"okay .... I'll show you what you want."

Mustofa picked up the phone for a moment, before running his car back.

"Now ready to launch ... Take big lady to enjoy dinner. But before, we went around the city first, saw the atmosphere of Istanbul at night."

"A fun offer. With pleasure."

Difficult easy, comforting the hearts of people who have not moved on. Laughter can be heard, a smile can be raised, but whose heart knows. Once a joke Mustofa throws, to parse the silence that often occurs.

"When is nich?"

"The princess is already very hungry."

Mustofa turned his car towards a classic restaurant with a very charming design.

"How ...?"

"For a place .. okay. Perfect, in accordance with the shadow."

"Now we're in. Enjoy the surprise."

Mustofa walked with enthusiasm to make Rima a little overwhelmed to follow him. Moreover, the posture of Mustofa is high with wide steps, while he .... Even though it was high, but only up to his shoulders. Of course the steps are not as wide as Mustofa. So inevitably he had to grab Mustofa's arm to be able to accompany him.

"Wait for dong ...."

"Eh yes .. I forgot." she replied with a smile. Looking at Rima's hand that was holding tightly to her arm. (Readers this is not a trap you know, but the original accident)

If gini, would not make your wives, let me hold my arms. His mischievous thoughts began to pester his mind. Nach ....

Entering the restaurant room looks more beautiful, in terms of decoration and layout. Mustofa really fulfilled his promise. He brought Rima in a favorite restaurant for all tongues. The evidence with visitors is not only from here alone. There are many Asian, European, Arab and even African people there. It almost filled all the available seats.

"That's a lot, gini huh ... dinner atmosphere?"

"Prophement ...."

Mustofa continued to step up to a door to the park, behind the restaurant, with Rima's hand still holding her arm tightly.

There were several sets of tables with a pair of chairs. With people far apart from each other. But baby, it looks all filled up.

"Which way for us. Or you want me to eat on the grass. If it's sich ... in alon-alon earlier." said Rima a bit annoyed.

Mustofa did not seem to care, he looked at Rima with a charming smile.

"You're more beautiful when you're angry."

Not that she meant to seduce, but somehow that word came out. Though just want to relieve the annoyance that began to attack Rima.

"Basic play boy."

"Be careful with the play boy ..." whispered Mustofa in Rima's ear. Making Rima wake up, and immediately release his hand from Mustofa's arm.

Mustofa laughed happily, then called a servant who came immediately by giving a white handkerchief to Mustofa.

"Now close your eyes!"

"What a sich!"

"Believe dech ...."

"Don't say anything ...."

"Calm down, this could be a witness."

"All right."

Rima finally complied. He closed his eyes willingly. Mustofa then closed his eyes with the white cloth.

Aided by the servant, Mustofa led him to walk.

"It's arrived ...?"

"Not ..." whispered Mustofa.

"I could have fallen asleep nich .... Eyes are closed."

"Could you?"

"He .. he. .. he ...."

Mustofa stopped his steps.

"Alhamdulillah is already ...."

"When is nich ... his handkerchief opened?"

There is no lawfulness.

"Relse ... Sister ... Mustofa. Don't play me." shouted Rima in a rage. Soon she tried to open her own blindfold.

"Sir Mustofa. You are the same with me." said Rima panicked. When he found only the darkness he saw.

"So I'm afraid of the dark ...."

The shadow of man from afar carries a small fire ....

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