MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#. Episodes 15. To The Point's

*Yusuf

Lately he has started to come home often. If He goes out in the morning, in the afternoon or evening, He will return. It was truly a massive transformation. The whole house is made to bengong shahdu and take turns asking each other, what is with it.

He did not not not know the faces full of question marks that always welcome him every time He entered the house plus greetings that felt foreign to the entire occupants of the large and luxurious house. But he was as usual, indifferent and lazy to care about things that he did not consider urgent. Except for Fathin, another story. The figure that had started to become the epicenter of each of his prilings was now, endlessly filling his head.

The only person who knows the cause of the change so significant is Citra, the brother who is the reason for all this. Well, the telling from her brother the other day has succeeded in making him intend to change his mindset and behavior. He began to smile often even though it was still faint, making every person in his chair look a little grimace at his behavior.

Also the invitation of his friend Gery to follow in his footsteps that He knew had hijrah, inevitably makes his impulse to change for the sake of the idol.

Gery, the former recidivist, full body tattoo. whether it has been a number of times in and out of the cell because several times caught hands during transactions and drug parties. But He was so good at "playing" inside that He was never there long. He is also netted in a mafia organization class not "touched" that makes his friend was active wara-wiri abroad.

Living freely changing partners becomes a common thing. Halal haram becomes no barrier for Gery. But the last few months Gery has really changed. His life style has changed. He even let the feathers around his chin grow lushly. The basically handsome face becomes more charming with the style of the man now.

"Lo can do it bro! if there is an intention in that direction, God willing, Allah must be on the way. You could be my benchmark. I don't have to be critical of how damaged I was before, you know me well. I can help you with this!"

"the way? Don't tell me you want to invite me to follow me as a cooker worshiper like lo. Ogah. I want the elite. Could fall my pride in telling the stove microwaves around town!" the accusation was so heard by Gery last night when the two met at a club in the number by pass.

"Hahaha, you can do it, Lo! His pokonya's handing me this. Next week I'll pick you up. I'll know you the same guy who made me gini, cool guy, Man!" Geri chuckled to hear the term cooker worshiper pinned.

He was still on his soft bed in a lazy style when he recalled Gery's invitation last night. He did not not know that his friend was now joining a group of da'wah worshipers who named his group with the term tabligh worshipers. I don't know!

But apart from that, he had intended to change. He had been wallowing long enough in the mud of sin and heedlessness. Living freely and without frills the fear of sin has led him to a sickening lifestyle of people around him, especially his extended family.

The only disgraceful act that still escapes his behavior is free ****. Not because of fear of sin, but more reluctant to deal with women. Especially if the woman's gelagat leads to the invitation of the household. He never thought about marriage. He is lazy to get dizzy with the conflict that is so complex in this one world.

But it seems that soon his colossal thoughts will soon disappear with the presence of Fathin in his heart. The corner of his lips was attracted for the sake of remembering the girl's ludicrous behavior. When nervous, frightened, shocked and expression want to protest but helpless as well as her tiny lips that sometimes pursed when upset also a faint smile that kills.

"Aahh, all of his expressions actually2 make me not be sane. Moreover, the hug that had woken up my junior at that time. So, he's gotta pay me the feeling all along!" He muttered in his smile.

"Damned!"

He cursed in his heart, as soon as his memory turned to two young men who were in the same room with Fatin during the dinner which was canceled due to the pain of the girl the other day. It felt like he had met both of them. But his memory this time was really weak. Suddenly there was an unpleasant taste in his heart. Without a second thought, as usual without a stale base He wrote a short message containing a warning, as usual,

To: GirlQu

"I don't want to see you go to college today with your boyfriend. Arguing? then you will be in the time of Ospek stiap the day after this. Let me pick you up!"

He smiled at the name he had given Fathin. He felt ticklish himself. Again he imagined if Fadhil suddenly read it. Already he can make sure the annoying expression that his cousin will show. He threw his phone in any direction while getting out of bed, and it disappeared behind the bathroom door. Try refreshing yourself by soaking warm water in a bath up.

An hour later he was ready to slide with his favorite moge. He would rather ride his big bike than ride in a car. The most clinical reason is, complicated, can not speed, nyelip trus the laziest ngantri in congestion. He can be sane if you wait stupidly in a car when it is stuck. It's boring!

Just as he was about to sound his vehicle, his ears suddenly caught a chirping sound calling his name. Make him turn around instantly to look in the direction of the voice. Farah the son of bang Tio, his eldest brother was running towards him.

"Uncle..uncle.wait!"

"Bahh! Farah wants to come. Let's not let Uncle come home late!" The four-year-old boy tried to regulate his breathing a little bored due to running just now. Talking by attaching her adorable puppy eyes face while resting her waist up towards him.

"No!"

"Please, Uncle!"

"Today Uncle will be busy. Ajha later? Anyway if the princess is uncle this time, Uncle will bring a beautiful aunty like an angel ntar, Ok?" He tried to find a way to keep his beautiful nephew from going with him because it would look like what he would be if he went to college to bring children. No!it could drop its kemacho prestige. And luckily, this time the idea is not too bad because the face of puppy eyes in front of him now looks changed fashion. The little girl instantly sumringah.

"OK! uncle. promise?"

"The promotion!" sahut while linking his second little finger and peek chuby cheek his nephew.

"Ok, chubby, uncle pick up the pretty aunty first!"

"OK, uncle. Aunty's gotta be pretty like Farah, huh?"

"Each princess!" He slurriedly and slowly began to leave the mansion with the slightly deafening roar of his moge.

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* Fathin

He was finally able to breathe airy after successfully passing all the trinkets and hustle and bustle ospek that so confiscated everything. Five days that feel like a month that leaves nothing but tired exhausting.

All faces look bright. Because the end of the ospek period marked the arrival of independence from the colonization of the senior antagonist in this drama. No exception he who now looks enthusiastic with convincing steps, walking towards the green campus. Her sweet smile was unceasingly on her tiny pink lips, each time passing by a maba or senior se prodi. He deliberately refused when Azhar wanted to take him along to campus.

"You first ajha, Zhar! Today I want a nostalgic walk while breathing the seger morning air!" He lost it when his best friend asked him the reason for his refusal. The mimic is enough to explain if He is lying, but He is really helpless at this time.

"Gosh, who the hell is he. Not the Ospek committee but all in submissive and obedient to him!" Sung at.

"Ck, Tauk will be this silent, mending that time I chose to enter got am Azhar rather than follow the monster!" He was full of regrets.

He sighed in disbelief with his recent unwarranted weakness and resignation, in the face of the absurd commandments of Bang Yusuf, the annoying Forcer who liked it so much.

But, no. This time he had a reason. Well, a short message from an unknown number that came in on his phone this morning, really left him with no choice but to give in and obey. Although the sender did not mention the name but he was able to know him correctly. Nothing else, this must be that flat-faced Forcedor,

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"I don't want to see you go to college today with your boyfriend. Arguing? then you will be in the time of Ospek stiap the day after this. Let me pick you up!"

Disputing this moment does not seem like a wise choice. The risk is no kidding. This absurd order will last until He leaves this campus.

"Aahhh! Very bad my fate. I really hate that monster!" he screamed unconsciously. He refused to heed the short message of the forger. Prefer to walk to campus. He was ready for the risk this time.

Today is the last day of the entire Ospek agenda series. The Maba can breathe a sigh of relief because today the senior vs. junior drama is over. While waiting for the Makrab event as well as closing the ceremony, the agenda is filled with the first face-to-face as well as the introduction of the matkul lecturers in the majors Bahasa. yeaahh!!, finally he can feel the sensation of first being in the lecture room, face to face with the lecturers who will accompany throughout his struggle ahead, taste the sweetness of studying at this dream campus.

Introductions with the lecturers.

Subsequently class division according to the study program. He found his name on the A1 class row with the position of room 10, 2nd floor of the language building. After noting the class and study room as a reminder, the maniknya then shifted to staring at the matkul schedule according to the SKS he took. Without considering He returned to copy in the same book.

"Hi, you're in 1A, right?" someone was trying to greet him when he was busy recording the matkul schedule.

"Eh, yeah. You're an English kid too?" He stuttered because he was a little jolted, not expecting a voice that suddenly greeted him. He tried to smile. He is a little familiar with the face that is beside him now because several times witnessed his reckless actions defending some of his colleagues when they want to be punished by the ospek committee.

"Dad, we class means. btw, knowin, I'm Rafael!" Said the young man while stalling his hand to regret it. For a moment he seemed doubtful. Staring at the hand and face of the owner of the name alternately, with a confused expression. But a moment later, a nod and a friendly smile from Rafael made him welcome the introduction.

"Fathin!" He tried to smile when he said his name.

"Dark, Fathin. Hopefully after this we can be good friends!" He smiled back.

"Oh, yes, you're coming with Makrab at night?"

"InshaAllah come. Pen also fussed about how the original seniors were without the seniority mask!"

"Heheh! You can ajha. Yeah, I'm staying, there's a little business in the Hall!" He nodded again along with Rafael's shadow plus the friend's friendly smile that passed from before him.

He returned to focus with a small agenda book in his hand, intending to continue the graffiti that had been delayed earlier. But not to mention he had incised something there, he was again surprised by a successful baritone made him jump until the ballpoint in his hand came off and fell.

"Who else is that?" His ears caught a familiar flat voice, which immediately succeeded in perfectly making him crumble and want to run or if the power wanted to disappear in the blink of an eye from there. But unfortunately he was not in the fairyland of the fairies with all his supernatural powers. This is real and must be faced, like it or not.

He hurriedly picked up his ballpoint and reflexively turned around to convince his guess, and, yapp, the flat face was standing with his hands in his pants pocket and was staring at him a little sharply. He stuttered again to find the expression before him that was now changing in fashion. I wait for an answer from him.

"Eh, oh, ahem, it_it was seprodi's partner. Yeah, benner. We're one class. Gg_git, Brother!" Nervousness finally.

"Hmm, Trus why didn't you wait for me to pick you up?" The sharp gaze rained down on it as if stopping its blood flow. He immediately had trouble finding the right words for the stressful question.

"Ehm, that, brother, I'm sorry I've been waiting for almost an hour but the old brother came. Yes yes I broke off on foot from ntar late, sister!" he stuttered to give an excuse.

"Hmm, if you've all spiked, come with me now. You should be punished for this!" He was stunned in disbelief. Inwardly he cursed the annoying behavior of this one Senior, who liked to casually give coercive orders.

Again he stumbles. And, before her sweet lips had a chance to refute, her hand had been pulled by the police. Walk away from the notice board.

"God,,! Ospek is done. Why the hell is it still like carrying orders?" again He was only able to clack in his heart without daring to express it.

"Loh, you know, he knows what I think, just like the answer!" A little amazed but he pretended not to know and chose to follow the long steps beside him. Because refuting will only increase the length of the rhythm of intimidation that will be received.

"B-but.it wrote the schedule was finished blum, brother!" He tried to give a reason.

"Ntar in makin!" Again a flat answer.

"I-iya but this is her hand please take off first. So these doodles. I'm not going to run away, brother!" He tried to negotiate because he only realized now dozens of eyes are looking at the astonished bin towards the two. But again, his refusal was not done. The hand even tightened his grip.

His eyes momentarily glanced at those two hands that were grasping each other. Jesus, without realizing it his hands now clasped tightly to the delicate hand. Make the corner of the lips of the owner of the face is cute plus flat it is interested in forming a thin smile. Instantly his face blushing and lightning-fast He stretched his grasp. Again, there was no gap for him.

"His hands are really smooth like a girl. Cih, look ajha sok Macho, the most mami boy!" He was grieving in his heart but soon regained consciousness with the current situation around.

"Kok all at that gawking?.Well, who the hell is this guy? Rector's son? Or the dean's nephew? or is the lecturer here? or what the hell?" He returned to monologue in his heart while his eyes could not be separated from the face of a sharp nimble who was still walking casually, still with his hands tightly grasped his hands.

"not nobody. I'm just a normal human being who doesn't like rejection, and stops seeing me like that. You're not afraid to fall in love with me?" the handsome face of the forcible again smiled as if laughing at his dumb face that increasingly do not understand, why the answer of the man who was with him now always connect with the murmur of his heart.

"Sorry, brother, where are we going?" He began to be uncomfortable with the gaze of each eye they passed.

"Follow ajha!"

"Dead to answer why? very stingy!" Stripping He had his lips got that short answer. But a second later his forehead creased as he entered a gate of one of the faculties and saw a large inscription right beside the gate.

"MEDICAL FACULTIES"

"Huh? Why come here?"

"I want to show you all about me!"

"meaning?"

"From now on you should know all about me. Because soon you'll be my wife!" again the face was flat and squeaky.

"Crazy! There are no bases at all!" The song again in my heart. His eyes were now perfectly round with his mouth which he had not realized was open

"Huh? Wife? Ihh, Brother don't say ah! I don't know how she wants to be a wife. Oh, the mistress don't miss the gini dong, sister!" He began to protest with a slightly parched face.

"Sa-I mending in any law. I can accept. But don't take kayak gini too times, sister, please! I'm not here to play games, but to go to college. Hiks.hikss!" His defense is now broken. A little emotional to hear the words of the forger that he felt had crossed the natural limit.

"But cry! what kind of style do you want to bring on campus? could die in your bulliy if you're a gini baperan!"

"Daddy!"

"Wildamah! I don't want to be a wife, sister!" He began to dare to give a rejection. His manic returned a sharp look in front of him now.

"Why?"

"Yes.ya k-karna Her brother is evil. Pesky forcers who like arbitrarily, and I'm here to go to college, not to get married, good ajha!" Sungut later.

"You dare to argue?"

The increasingly sharp gaze was again whirring the guts that had begun to grow before.

"No-no, Brother! i-that's what I mean _"

"Follow up!"

"To where? whynot? not married, right?"

"Grottling!"

He slashed back towards the handsome face that was smacking a faint smile.

The two again walked around the faculty area. In each roundabout of the park, corridors and rooms are full of happy faces from maba and seniors who now look busy preparing the makrab later tonight. His amazement multiplied when almost all the students they passed so reverent to the forger.

Some of the students looked sharply at him, making unconsciously his hands increasingly tightly grasping wide and smooth hands that had not intended to remove the link.

He could only mutter each flat face, mentioning the name and function of every multi-storey building they passed. He did not intend to respond, but the expression of the speaker that He felt immediately turned soft and authoritative, slowly but surely a little began to shake the veil of nervousness, giving suggestions that his mood turned relaxed.

He tried to adopt the attitude of cuek and pede level of the god who owned bang yusuf. Choose to walk casually, attach their best smile every time they cross paths with the big fans of the Forced that He feels a little more, while occasionally asking something that does not understand him. He could not help but keppo and finally asked, he said,

"Sister artist huh? how many people do that?"

"Why? you want to be my fan too?"

"Ck, seriously too!"

"They're not ngefans but scared!"

"That's right. Brother is a bad guy. Nakutins! Das__ " He blum was able to continue because the flat voice chimed again,

"They're afraid because if I get angry, they can't all graduate from here!"

"Huh?"

"So, if you don't want to kayak them, obey all my orders or you'll be an eternal student here!"

"Hum??" The forcer stared a little sharply and a second later raised his eyebrows waiting for his next expression.

"I_iya, Brother. Just don't order to be a wife, I'm ready to obey for everyone!"

"I make the rules, not you. Clear?"

Once again he was about to protest but the sharp bead of the eagle's eyes completely hypnotized him. He is only able to cluck with full of annoyance and regret.

"Ehm, this is my place. I'm a doctor of education!" Yusuf then. Both are now in the canteen of the medical school. Intentionally take a seating position facing directly into the Faperta practicum garden.

"What?" Unconsciously his eyes glared in disbelief. All this time, he did not think that the figure who looks indifferent, ambiguous and more like a college thug was a prospective doctor.

"Why? didn't you know your husband's candidate was a doctor?"

"Ap__"

"I want to say something serious. I'm asking you to listen carefully!"

"It's a habit to cut people's talk. It's ajha's turn, he wants to be horrified!" It's in the heart.

"No need to speak macem in your heart. I can hear anything even in my heart!"

Without caring about her beautiful face which was howled astonished bin amazed, the forcer began to tell himself without exception. His life, his family, his college and all his bad behavior so far. He made me sigh a few times in disbelief.

"I told you this story, let you know from me. Not from anyone else. Too fast, though. But I don't like stale talk. I like you too. I'll finish everything. After graduation, I will apply for you. Again, I don't like rejection!"

The face before him now completely frustrated him in an instant. How not, He is like dealing with an angel of death who does not care whether he likes it or not He will still fulfill his duty, take his life.

"S-i..."

"From now on, use "me". I don't want to hear my word anymore!"

"T-but__"

"From now on we're dating!"

"Crazy! what the hell?"

"No use but. It's orders!"

He was unable to say.. Tangent want to behave like what to face humans who come out of nowhere from which planet. Really rare species that sucks.

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