Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs

Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Season 3 (12)

Leon sat next to Nisa, on the armrest of the wooden chair Nisa was sitting on, while Gus Raka sat on the other chair in front of them.


"If you want to see me, you can just call, I'll definitely be there!"


"Nisa the maksa!" answer Leon accordingly.


"Yes mas, actually Nisa wants to ask about the truth about the news that Nisa heard about Asna!"


Gus Raka looked surprised, because he never talked about it to anyone other than his family,


"You know?"


"Mama Asna who was telling you, Raka was not playing around right? Asna Nisa mas's best friend! What happened to Asna was a bit much because of Nisa!"


Again Nisa was not able to hold back her tears, she really felt so guilty about what happened to her best friend. According to him because of himself it happened, if only, if only it had always appeared in his mind every time he remembered Asna.


Leon could only shut up and calm his wife, rubbed her back and occasionally wiped her tears, every time his wife cried he never asked his wife to stop crying, he said, she knew that crying might lessen her guilt a little.


"Nisa can't keep seeing Asna like that!"


"Nisa must be really bad in Asna's eyes right now!"


"She's the only Nisa's best friend, Asna is also the same Nisa if all this time the same Nisa was Leon mas not Raka."


"When Nisa herself can't recognize Nisa's husband, Asna knows!"


Hearing that, Gus Raka immediately replied,


"Because all this time Asna was secretly watching me!"


Nisa stopped from crying and looked down at Raka, Nisa was sure that the man in front of her had just spoken.


"What do you mean Raka?"


Gus Raka raised his head and sighed,


"Well, I'll tell you a little!"


Gus Raka started talking about himself with Asna.


At first we often met unexpectedly, actually this incident long before I knew Nisa.


We had met at the mosque near the pesantren, at that time Asna seemed to have just performed Ashar prayer, he said, I who sat on the terrace of the mosque after praying accidentally occupied his jacket which he just put under the pole.


Asna who I did not know his name was suddenly approaching me, at that time we did not know each other.


"Mas, sorry!"


"Yes what's wrong?"


"Can't shift a little!"


Of course I was surprised, there were still so many places but the woman instead asked me to shift.


"What's up?"


"Will I hold the gas?"


Why a girl?


That was what was on my mind at the time.


"My jacket behind him mas!" only after he said that did I realize, I quickly woke up. Maybe at that time he was a schoolboy seen from the uniform he was wearing.


"I'm sorry deck, don't look at that!"


"Whoa look, wong's sitting!" he said in a sewot tone and I could only sigh.


Asna immediately took the jacket, I guess after that there was no business anymore but it was not. The girl, who may be about eighteen years old, stopped and turned around as she descended the steps of the mosque.


"What else is it?" I'm a little upset but I can tell he's still a volatile teenager. I who was almost a scholar should be able to be a little patient.


Suddenly his face was trying to be sweet.


"No pa pa, can you ask for help? I think it's a good man!"


I was so lazy to stand up but yes I stood up. It doesn't feel like ignoring him.


"What's up?"


"Mas, actually I was the same family visiting the budhe house, but I think I forgot the way back to the house of budhe deh mas, can take me not?"


Hehhhhhh


"Come on!"


"Rightly in between?"


"Yes! How many minutes from your budhe house are you here?"


"So fifteen minutes because I've been chasing cilot sellers!"


astaghfirullah hal azim .....


I can only be privileged in my heart, so hard to deal with women.


"But you remember the alley, right?"


"If you remember, I definitely didn't ask you for help!"


I have to get back to holding back my emotions. He really tested my patience who was fasting this sunnah. If she was a sister or at least a mahram I would have unyel-unyel her head covered in a rectangular headscarf.


We walked together like brothers and sisters, like two people who knew each other. We chat here and there without direction and certainly without benefit.


Until finally we stopped in front of a house, which should not have needed a daughter here and there, just stay straight alley and turn right has reached his house, it was only a few meters from the mosque but we had to walk hundreds of meters because he forgot the original road.


"Yes sorry mas, I said earlier, I did not mean to go to the mosque, I was chasing a lizard. Eh denger azan ya all stop by praying is the word ustadz can not procrastinate praying!"


I again could only sigh, holding back the anger I wanted to overflow but could not.


"Yes there go in, assalamualaikum!" I just left the girl.


"Waalaikum salam, my name is Asna, whose name is mas ganteng?"


Stamp him .....


Without turning around I waved my hand, but I also could not bear to not answer it.


"Raka!" I answered briefly as I passed, from the glass window of the front house I could see the shadow of the girl prancing around. Very funny ....


It was my first meeting with a girl named Asna.


There was no plan after that, or I thought about the girl until when I sent Nisa a proposal I just realized that the girl named Asna was now also growing up.


Several times we accidentally met when I had to meet Nisa, I even asked Asna's phone number to ask a lot of things about Nisa.


Asna didn't tell me anything, she only said a few things she knew about Nisa that were common.


When Nisa got married then Asna sent me a message, she expressed her feelings for me which turned out to have been in pendam since a long time, precisely during our first meeting.


//Assalamualaikum mas Raka, sorry if Asna still sends the same message mas Raka. But it's not about Nisa mas, it's about me. Surely mas Raka wondered, but Asna knew Raka mas very know what Asna felt so far, so Asna did not dare to be close to Raka mas because Raka chose Nisa mas. But Nisa is now married to Raka's brother, hopefully Raka given patience.//


After the long message, Asan again sent a message.


//Can't Asna be honest about something?//


I was curious, though I knew what this girl would talk about.


//Waalaikum greetings Asna, thank you for your prayers, but God willing I do not pa pa pa, the soul mate is the secret of God. I as his servant was just trying, but if God said otherwise, what could I do?. Asna can be honest, I prefer Asna to be honest//


I also immediately sent a reply message and my heart was read immediately not how long back I got a reply.


//Mas Raka must have thought badly about Asna, once again Asna apologized. If this is according to Raka mas do not deserve to think only Asna never said this the same thing mas Raka. Actually Asna has long harbored the same feelings mas Raka, Asna thought that time Asna was only a monkey love, but still every time I mention the name mas Raka in Asna prayer. Some time yesterday I stopped mentioning the name mas Raka because maybe mas Raka is Nisa's soul mate. But now I know the soul mate Nisa someone else, may Asna return to mention the name mas Raka in the prayer Asna?//


I was surprised and confused as to what to answer. Because I was just able to let go of what was my prayer and now I have the fact that there are others who call me in their prayer that I don't even know.


And again_ I have to go to Bali at that time. I can't give you an answer right now. I also sent him a message back.


//Asna, I'm glad you're being honest. But sorry, I don't want to answer now. I have to go first to Bali, if you are patient I will give an answer later when I return//


Again_ finally my message read and only briefly reply.


//Okay, I'm ready to wait. Whatever the decision later mas Raka, insyaallah Asna sincerely to accept it//


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