MU'ADZ
TWENTY-THREE

*Vote first nggeh!!

Happy Reading

"Sister, who's that what the hell's his name? Aa's sister, right?" whispered a maroon-hijab girl, Shahla frowned looking in the direction she was aiming. A tall man, wearing a striped scabbard and a black hoodie wrapped around his body.

"Mas Mu'adz, why?" the question is still running behind Mas Mu'adz and Nduk Khafa while Aa' Khaliq is behind him. As per the invitation of Nduk Khafa, who wants to see the sholawat festival.

"Big!!" knock the girl

He snorted softly, suddenly he did not like to hear the praise of a girl he had just met, Zyela. I heard a hidden intent. The first time he saw Zyela's face, he was already uncomfortable. Not in his heart. It had become his custom, what he saw first would affect his second third vision and so on.

"Don't have a boyfriend?" his voice is still whispering

Lazily he replied, "There are no boyfriends." Glanced at Zyela in the corner of her eyes.

"Jomlo dong? yes!! can be, mate."

Okay, he's getting dislike. Looking at the expression on display from Zyela. She wanted to shut Zyela's mouth. It's delicious, Zyela wants her Mas Mu'adz. "Not to be shy."

"Ck, sirik says." ketus Zyela. "Don't want to know, I'll tell Dad, ask for a mate with Mas Ganteng."

He looked sharp, obviously not accepting. It's just nice to say sirik. Then what was asked in a mate, do not expect. Okay it looks like he'll be moving faster from now on. He does not want to see the people he loves with others.

Just getting to know Zyela was already annoying. How could Aa' Khaliq have a sister like this. Regretting, from earlier he tried to familiarize himself with Zyela. Already, he did not want to respond anymore. Waste energy.

**********

The night is getting late, the sholawat festival has been completed since an hour ago. The current situation, it's quite quiet than before. There are only a few kamtibs that are still milling around. Now Mu'adz was in a bamboo chair in his yard. He was waiting for Abi Fikri. Deck Khaliq and the others may have gone to sleep.

See the salary, the history of the online ojek application. There's an address map. Repeatedly, his hand rubbed up the details of that address. He knew the area was no stranger to him. In his heart he asked when he could visit the girl's house.

"Asphalt, piye piye?"

Abi Fikri who suddenly came stopped his activities. Reply to greetings in his murmur. He drew his body towards Abi Fikri who was sitting on his right.

"Pripun Bi?" ask without further ado. He demanded an answer from Abi Fikri.

"Sabar dik to Mas, ngene iki Abi ra diwenehi ammo dikend to?"

Abi Fikri is indeed a friendly figure, so it's good to be invited to discuss something. If Abi Faaz, it is equally friendly as well, but there is a sense of reluctance if the story about like this.

"Copy Bi?" bargained for

"Ora do wes, Abi's clampoken."

Nah! I asked for ammunition, now I refuse. Mommy should be a little cool if there is Abi Fikri.

"The most Bi Tile. Ndang to Bi? seriously niki." Whining

"Emm, ngene Mas. Abi ngistikharahi seh slick ae kabeh. But zinc powder stands out." said Abi Fikri seriously. "Sek, I'm krungu teko abimu lek Dharrin njalok until Mas?"

His memory turned around a while ago. When Dad Dharrin and himself spoke in the foyer of the Al Bidayyah mosque.

"Father percoyo ndek sampeyan Mas, to son Shahla cumak karo sampeyan. Dadi mboten enten wrong e to lek Dad nitipne son and Dad ndek sampeyan?"

He did not dare to raise his face even looking at Father Dharrin. Dharrin's father, whom he considered to be his own father, like Abi and Iqbal's father, made no difference. He has so much respect for him. How could he refuse Dharrin's father's request?

No, he can't. His heart refused. Moreover, he had not asked Abi Fikri to orientate him. Dek Shahla, already considered as his own younger brother, as well as Nduk Khafa. From childhood, he was always with her. But again, he has no taste in Dek Shahla like a man to a woman. His affection to Dek Shahla as a younger sister and nothing more.

"Mboten Yah, Insyaallah Mas njogo Dek Shahla sami kados Nduk Khafa. Menawi besides niku, ngapunten Yah, Mas sampun gadah kiambak choice."

"Keep the Dharrin opo?"

"Dzarrin's father mumak mendhel mawon Bi" he replied as he looked straight at Abi Fikri. "Continue Synthetic Bi, zinc Mas pengeni?" The taste of the predator is already in the crown. He really hopes that the person is the same person as someone who is his choice.

Abi Fikri nodded. "When was iki? Abi mu koyoke hates Mas?"

His words were spoken several times in his heart, instantly his smile expanded. Be happy? happy? sure is. O Allah ridhoi. "Seenggalipun Bi's. Hehe, Dereng Bi, but Mommy can be as good as e." he replied with a grin

"Sek Mas, Abi ora knows ahead dalane sampeyan iki straight ae opo ora. Akeh-akeh dungo ae, hajad e ojo lali. Ojo glued to me."

He nodded, "Nggeh Bi, Insyalah diligently pray hajad e."

"Keep ape when? Next month Abi muleh, lek ora garcep ora iso ngeterne proposal, Abi. Opo fits e ae Abi not rene neh."

Getting consecutive questions makes his scalp itchy. "Riyen to Bi, riyen. Nembe ngertos answer ilo, designed by riyen Bi. But pingine ngelamar directly ijab ngoten." at the end of the word he grinned wide and got a blow from peci Abi.

"Oh, single dhene iki. Ora nyimpang blas, nurun tenan sifate Faaz."

He then chuckled. Understand the meaning of Abi Fikri's speech. It is no longer a secret for the sons of Abi and Mommy. How is the nature of Abi who is always in a fast motion to propose to Mother, directly accepted ijab qabul. Abi said, if not so afraid of many temptations shethan. True also what Abi said, when the application was accepted, the status of his partner was still not mahromnya, a little later there was communication between the two, the fall even khalwat. So mending directly ijab qabul all you guys, anyway the problem of walimahtul ursy can be directly after. More berahala.

Okay, his mind is now wandering.

Abaghfirullah!!!

Still faithful read mboten?

Maybe it is bosen?