MU'ADZ
CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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The sun began to rise, the heat began to feel on the skin. Inside a small building roofed ceiling, looks lined with fried foods that are still warm. The average person who visits here is mostly middle-aged.

But there is one pair of young people sitting a row apart. Both lead to the exit. There was no conversation between the two. The female seemed busy wiping away the sweat, which the male, confused wanted to start a conversation from where.

He was still silent, holding in stifling rage. He was thirsty, but he could stand it. He was confused about going out, sitting in a corner position near the wall, while at the end there was 'he'. Wanting to pass this long chair, he felt disrespectful. Wanting to talk to 'he' also seemed busy with his dress. He confused himself. He hoped the people he was waiting for would come quickly.

Suddenly, a hand offered a cold drink at his desk. He looked up, then smiled thinly. "Supervous suwun Kang."

Without further admonition, he opened the bottle. He tried twice but could not. He repeatedly rubbed his sweaty palm but still could not. He snorted annoyedly, but he wanted to drink immediately.

He gasped when the bottle suddenly in sambar. "Eh!!" He turned to look at 'he' who helped him open the bottle cap. The treatment of 'he' was simple but had a tremendous effect on his heart.

"Supervous suwun Kang." With a smile, he drank it. Feel comfortable in his throat. "Alhamdulillah" he said

With carefree steps, Ning Bahiyyah walked into the largest mall in her city. Everyone seemed busy choosing the right fit.

Behind him were two gloved men who looked as handsome as bodyguards.

Not a few of them stole a glance towards Gus Salman and Kang Akmal. Especially the search for daughters-in-law. From any side Gus Salman and Kang Akmal should be made as a roll model daughter-in-law.

Both of them are tall, clean white and of course have a handsome face.

But he himself was surprised, Kang Akmal's aura actually dominated. Not meant to discriminate, no. Very clear from the movements of Gus Salman appears to have great respect for Kang Akmal.

At the dinner table of one of the fast food restaurants. Already arranged various kinds of cuisine menu. It is time to fill the stomach, after traveling around the mall is quite spacious.

In front of him was Gus Salman and beside him was Mba Ameera. Where's Kang Akmal? It was good to buy a deposit. So this lunchtime atmosphere is a little awward.

"Ning, benjeng kulo. According to the sangje Abah Zaki, kanken dhalu detahe njenengan."

"Stereng said teng kulo Gus."

He was instantly restless. Confused what to answer? How'this? both of his hands had turned cold.

"Kulo hoped for an answer with sae, mike." Gus Salman Imbuh

His full stomach was suddenly hungry again. His mind was drained for just a few minutes Gus Salman said earlier.

He must calm down, he moved. Beware to go to the bathroom. His steps were shaky, I don't know where to take him.

Until, he saw a person with a black sarong and his long-sleeved grey t-shirt, coming out of the supermarket carrying several bags of groceries.

He hastened his path. To block a man who from a year ago ruled the throne of his heart.

"Astaghfirullah, Mr Ning?"

"Kang, kulo nyuwun njenengan nembung kulo teng Abah" he said

"Eh, uh. Eroh no tamune ndalem wingi?"

"Sopo laan?" ask one of them

"Well ora Gus Salman hut At-thoriq, seng jarene ngguanteng iku?"

"Hem, Guse seng mondok ndek Turki kuwi tah? continue rapport opo karo tam- "

"Well, Gus Salman tamune Abah"

"Eh, tenane? I swear I want eroh, jare my sister Gus ngguanteng." Between them.

"I stopped let's iki Lo. It turns out that Guse rene iki ape khitbah Ning Bahiyyah."

"Oh, God."

Shahla, who had folded her clothes, was just in a row seeing the enthusiasm of her roommate about Gus Salman. He had known it before, but was lazy to gossip.

"Wes, retreat alon alon. Holding the realm e." chirps Shahla.

"Mest Ngunu yo, Gus athuke karo Ning."

Shahla stopped his hand. In his heart, he confirmed the words of his friend.

Is this a slap to make him realize that he doesn't fit in with Mas Muadz?

Ah, but many are not like that!

Should be optimistic Shahla, he grew up together with Mas Muadz, so the expectations of the pairing were also wide open.

"God! ae daydreaming. Iki's creeping."

Ameera thrust a small paper bag in front of her. He didn't ask from whom. Take a small box inside.

Both of his eyes widened, he knew this brand. Because Mama always buys with the same brand.

Then he searched, rummaging through it. A letter fell on his lap.

Barakallah fiiumrik Deck!!

Always the best prayer for you.

~M~

His smile also expands. He immediately opened the small box on his lap.

A necklace with initial letters of his name. Plastered in front of him.

She doesn't like any jewelry. She always bought it, but rarely used it.

But when he saw this necklace, he loved it. He thinks it is simple and inconspicuous. If people are not careful, they must think it is an imitation necklace.

He put himself on his neck, then went to the mirror.

Wiggling at his locket with a smile.

How not to fall in love?

Assalamualaikum, ngapunten up his long time

God, from today it won't be long

Thank you for being willing to wait

See yuu