MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
* Episode 17. One Step Closer

* Fathin

In one of the most favorite restaurants on the third floor of the largest shopping center in the city. The two sat facing each other. Enjoy the lunch meal. Sometimes He lifted up his eyes to the clean face of Joseph's bang in front of him. Trying to find some seriousness for what he said on campus an hour ago. But, the flat and indifferent expression that was being shown made it difficult to guess.

His brain is back to flashback. Never in the least bit of his head will meet the most annoying creature like Joseph. People with type to the point in everything. No matter who likes it or not, the forger will do whatever he wants, even on the things that some people need a stock of courage that many qualified strategies to be able to do, he said, expressing feelings of love to the opposite sex. Again with his signature style, without further ado.

He ceaselessly regretted his unlucky fate of knowing the figure of Joseph. The figure that in an instant, in just a matter of a few days has made his life a somersault like a roller coaster. Entering campus in the end is not in accordance with his expectations so far. He has imagined how happy he is to be a student, a symbol of academic achievement. Undergoing college with a plan of achievement for the achievement he wants to achieve. But, it seems that the theory of Managing Life and Planning the Future as He has already quoted, should He change the pattern.

This time it looks like he must manage the strategy by uniting the planning phase of college and getting married in one pattern at a time. This man can be sure not to mess with his words. To argue is tantamount to suicide. In this case, he was given no choice.

The pass word "I never accept rejection!", is hard-coded that He should only listen and then obey the cause,

His wish is her command. Point.

He kept sighing in disbelief at what he was going through now. Listening to all the things about the man, about his planning after graduation, about the plan to apply for him after all the campus affairs of the forcible was completed also an absurd order this time that forced him to go around the mall looking for a birthday gift suitable for his father bang Yusuf. Even the Forced did not give him permission to take too long to be on his own with Mitha on his phone call just now.

He wanted to express his frustration, but his guts weren't big enough to do that. Even to just fight against that charming brown bead sharp gaze, he actually shrunk. Eggplant!

"What do you think is a good gift for papa?" His daydreams instantly crumbled with a sudden question from Yusuf. He doesn't have any ideas.

"Ng_no equal shadow scale. I_i mean I don't know what he likes, just met the guy yet, right?" He shook with his own soft eyes. Adding to her beauty level went up in stages. That handsome face instantly Smiled knots looking at him fixedly. Realizing this, he quickly lowered his face that felt cramped.

"Don't look!" He then pretended while still looking down, seeing his food that was almost washed into his hungry stomach.

"Why, wrong, see your own future wife?" He rounded his net back up, shining a panted look at the face that did not stop with a smile concluded.

"I'm not kidding about this. Ntar papa birthday event night. I will recognize you to my great family." again his heart melts. Made him unconsciously speak softly.

"Sir, pleasee..! I was wrong what the hell, really punished this way! Ok, if I'm wrong, I'm sorry from the toe to the top of Brother's hair." Unknowingly his hands stretched out and gently touched Joseph's hands.

"I just want to go to college. I want to succeed and be able to return to the village with a bachelor's degree. Please let me go to college, brother! I will do what ajha for sister, whatever would be be a skalian lackey is not what 2. just do not force me to marry, just date I never, the time suddenly want to marry. Please, Brother, Pleasee...!" Her own bead began to glaze over.

"Ck, the date is ntar abis nikah, you will not stop going to college. The campus is a world that gives us free space for expression. You can be an IRT plus student at once!"

"You don't have to work. I'll pay for your college. You'll be a scholar, I promise! you stay in college while being a wife to me and a mother to our children. Point. I don't want to talk about this anymore!" The face returned.

"T_but, Brother! We ajha only met a few days ago. We know each other in all things. And, I don't think I'm the right person for you. I come from a family that doesn't have. Our family is not at the same level. What if later I can not be a good wife for brother or sister instead?"

"I'm still young, after all, while my sister is old. Not match. We are adrift ja__," He choked did not dare to continue his chirping because the sharp gaze raining in front of him now highlighted horribly.

"Once again you digress unclear gini, I will not hesitate to kiss you in this place!" This time fix he ran out of words, even his stock of energy seemed to be drained because at once his legs were weak helpless. He shook his head hard, closed his mouth and lowered his head quickly.

"We're looking for a skarang gift!" blum had said his hand had been pulled by Yusuf. Walk out of the restaurant after previously paying for their food.

I want it to feel like he's strangling the forger. His patience is really being tested.

The two began to browse each store on the third floor. He repeatedly grieved to see the many girls who cast longing gazes at the figure of Joseph. Not a few of them even recklessly pretended to hit the man's gallant body. At first he acted indifferently. But for a long time he began to be caught off guard by the behavior of the girls whom he judged to be no longer ashamed as a woman.

He tried several times to take off Joseph's hand, but failed. Almost everyone they passed by stared at while smiling, making the hand even more tightly knit to his lentic finger.

"Why are you jealous of those girls, hum?"

"Well, I'm jealous too. Tuh many are crazy ama brother, why not one of them ajha who brother made wife?"

"Yes, if you're not jealous, don't do it. How beautiful, I don't like it!" He was complaining indistinctly.

"Blum any ideas for papa's gift?" The baritone went off again.

"Ehmm, how much is this?"

"Seven five!" He seems to think hard.

"What if ajha prayer equipment. Yes, to represent the prayers and hopes of the family. As children, we certainly hope that papa can be better as a priest in the family. Also, hopefully in his old age he can be closer to Allah by increasing worship."

"I_it's ajha's advice, sister, no intrusive intention let alone nukahin. benner!"

"Ehmm, Us? Yes, we both hope so. You are papa's best son-in-law. I'm not thinking that way." The corner of the man's lips was attracted for the umpteenth time.

"What the hell, that was my tongue again sprained, wrong talk!" He was laughing, but in his heart he laughed.

After touring, they finally found a complete Muslim supply store on the second floor.

"ANDALUSIA Moeslem Store"

He could read the name of the store. He began to sort and choose according to the instructions of Joseph bang. The color chosen according to the favorite color of the father of the forger, Abu or Navi. Many times the bead plus his mouth rounded together every time he heard the price of each item in Joseph bang. Feeling amazing because this is far from the simple lifestyle, what a difference like heaven and earth. Actually he wanted to protest but the index finger cue on the lips of the forger immediately held him.

"Please choose it for the queen at home, Papa's beloved wife!" The tone of Joseph's bang is slightly taut when calling his father's favorite wife. Instantly the sense of kepo melanda.

"Papa's wife? doesn't that mean your mother's brother?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Step mother!" Back ketus.

He also nodded. Choose not to continue the discussion and re-expose his views on a row of elegant luxury designs that are on display in several mannequins. He also took one of the colored ones in line with the prayer equipment belonging to the revelation sir. He also chose a super thick and soft prayer mat for the convenience of worship both.

Kado kelar business. Fortunately, the outlet provides gift packing services so that he does not have to be busy taking care of the gift package.

"You also choose what you like. What is it." Bang Yusuf looked at him briefly.

"No need. I'm still home."

"This is an order not an offer, Hurry!"

"T_but I don't usually use expensive stuff. Everything here is expensive. We're ca__,"

"What color do you like?" Again the forcible gave him no loophole to refuse.

"Peach!" Answer's short.

"Wait here!" He lowered his head but his tail still had time to catch the shadow of the bang Yusuf walking towards the rows of mannequins with fancy special girls on the other side. With the help of a waitress, Joseph actually bought whatever he thought was good for him. His feelings became ungodly.

"Gosh, what's the money? Hobby for money!" His face in heart. He wanted to stop the man's action but was restrained because the forcers had already walked towards him by carrying several fully charged paper bags.

"Make you. Do not accept rejection!" Pass the word as usual. What else can he do besides accept, obey, sigh annoyed and curse, of course in the heart. He was about to grab, take over all the paperbags but was prevented by Yusuf.

"Let me take it!"

"Thank you! You rich man. It is not wise to spend money. Rather than in the hamburin not to mending alms there the same street child or to whom the cake, let ber__,"

"Well..grace! is that what you want to say? you don't know that the best alms are to family members, and that's what I'm doing now. Alms for my bokap and my future wife, where's the fault?" He sniffed not to bother. He will never, however, win over the forger in any case.

The corner of his eyes caught the knotty smile of some of the stall servants who were staring at the two.

"We went to Aunt Randa's boutique first. You're looking for clothes. I want you to look beautiful at papa ntar night. All looking for clothes for you to wear to makrab event."

"You're the boss. It's an order, not an offer, right?" his mouth throbbed, making the forcible laugh for the first time.

"Oh my God, it's so good to laugh again!" He murmured in amazement in his heart. He laughed stifledly forming a smile on the foreskin.

Same for the first time for both. A smile and laughter that seemed to be one of the thousands of veils made so far.

One step closer! for the forger of course.

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It felt like getting a golden ticket to continue his struggle to reach the heart of the sad-eyed girl, when his net witnessed for the first time, the girl smiled knots in front of him. He was increasingly convinced of the good destiny that he hoped would unite the two of them, soon.

He fell in love with the girl's charm at first sight. I don't know what magic is attached to that sad bead highlight. During this time dozens of beautiful girls who queue up to be his lover, not one bit make him flinch. Some of them even shamelessly offer themselves even though limited to One night stand, hoping to have children from him. Never once again has he been beaten. Beautiful handsome face, typical white man, indifferent nature and difficult to approach become a special attraction for him.

If she wanted to, she could easily choose one of them to be a wife. But for him something valuable will definitely take a lot of effort to achieve it.

Fathin is something valuable, because getting it is not easy. He had to be willing to make the position of helplessness of the girl in the ospek period to be able to give absurd orders as his mode of action to approach the beautiful-eyed girl. He doesn't care so much about the word love.

One thing he believed, the love will grow often together. For this reason, he did not give a pause to greet the girl every chance.

As usual, he could not let the trip this time be missed without grasping that delicate hand. Walking with a simple smile, past the amazed gazes of his true fans, the mothers of ghost hunters handsome as himself.

He saluted occasionally with a little bowing of his body as a sign of his appreciation to the great women. Despite his brutal nature, childhood is foolish in many ways but he cares about one extraordinary figure named "Mother". Perhaps the only woman named mother who does not like is the woman who has been legally the wife of his father at this time. I don't know!

"Hallo is handsome, oh his sister is very beautiful yes, it could be like I am a ghost. My son is good you know, his handsome is also different thin with his brother. hehehehe!" A middle-aged woman who owned the accessories store they passed by suddenly exclaimed in a cry while holding onto Fathin's cheek.

Ftpffft...

Fathin seemed to be holding back a laugh.

"Ehm, sorry, this is my future wife, not sister, ok!"

"In soul mate well, like just finished High School!" The mother seemed amazed in disbelief, again stroking the cheeks as smooth as the skin of the baby owned by her girl who had just been still smacking a smile, holding back a laugh.

"No, forced marriage! excuse me!" Tightly and without waiting for the mother to tell him he again pulled Fathin's hand to walk away from the mother who was still grimace there.

"Aahaha...! Brother's face is very funny if again erosion kayak gini." The girl's laughter finally broke, and as usual her flat face and sharp gaze were weapons for her to stop it.

"What's so funny, hum?" He asked as he brought his face closer to Fathin's. The girl stuttered and reflexively dodged by stepping back. He followed that step by stepping forward, forward and forward until Fathin stopped at a barrier beside the escalator stairs. The girl was hysterically screaming. It was almost that the girl had fallen if only her losing hand quickly caught that slender body.

The girl was closed like fear and reflexes hugged her sturdy body tightly not wanting to be released. The scene really made their bodies tightly touch each other. Unknowingly the hugs locked onto each other, for a moment his chest rumbled withstanding the strange thump that suddenly ran over him.

"Sister, please, I'm afraid of falling! Please, sister, hiks... hiks..!" The girl was like she was having a phobia. Sobbing with a trembling body, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat, and gosh he started panicking his girl's hand now felt ice-cold.

He cupped the beautiful face that was saturating with sobbing.

"Fathin, deck, why are you? Hey, your hands are cold." He opened his eyes, people were running towards him.

"That's his sister why, Mas?"

"He's in shock. Please bring my groceries down!" His love for a woman of the same image, his brother, who looks panicked to see the condition of fathin, he took out the car keys from the pocket of his pants and lightning quickly raised the tiny body of Fatin who was already weak helpless. Insant! .

He ran down the stairs to the first floor carrying Fathin's body towards the parking lot and hurriedly pressed the key button of the car he was holding.

"Please open the door, Ma'am!" His breath was slightly wheezed as he ran from the second floor with the body of fathin.

"I_iya mas!" The woman swiftly opened the door. He put his body behind the wheel. Opening his jacket quickly and closing it to his girl's body in haste.

"This is the blanja, Mas!" He grabbed all his paperbags and put them beside the wheel. Quickly close the door.

"Thank you very much, Ma'am, I'm going to the hospital now!" Without waiting for an answer from the woman he immediately ran around his car, and in an instant darted out of the parking lot of the mall and at high speed split the road to the hospital. Lucky before he thought of changing his big motorbike to his favorite car because he did not want to fathin the heat on the bike.

"Sorry, I was benner-benner by accident!" He said frustrated. Staring at the beautiful face that looks pale behind there through the rear-vision mirror in front of him. Reflexes his hand hit his car's sterring.

"M_sorry, Brother! I_I was just kidding." The girl's eyes sounded soft.

Her net returned to staring at the rear-vision mirror and found the girl moving slowly, kneading her temples slowly. He who was still panicking immediately pulled his car over the shoulder of the road. Run out of the car and get back in the wheel where Fathin is.

"Are you okay?" He asked worried while cupping that beautiful face. He swept his eyes all over her body. This time for the first time he was so worried about a girl other than his family.

"No_no pa! M_thank you, Brother, I just saved me." Fathin tried to wet her dry lips.

"I_i'm thirsty, Brother!" The girl was shriveled.

"I_iya, Sorry I was too panicked to forget to drink" he said stuttering as he picked up water in the steering wheel seat pocket. He completely forgot everything at this moment. Even the theory of handling patients in conditions like this was unthinkable by him so much panic.

"Come, you drink first!" He tried to sit the girl slowly and carefully and drink her.

"We're going to the hospital now. I no longer have a scorang device. We have to make sure you're really okay!"

"Ng_no. I have a phobia with a position that almost fell like that. I once fell from a height of smp time and it made a trauma that did not finish until it became a phobia until now."

"But you're lemesy!"

"Ng_no. I don't like the smell of hospitals!" The girl insisted on refusing. He could have forced fathin as usual, but the weak soft bead was immediately bewitching him resigned.

"Please anterin me to Azhar ajha's room. I just need a broken wife. It won't be long, though! please!"

"Sure?" He went back to making sure.

The beautiful girl nodded without even bothering.

"I help you, we move forward. I don't want you to be alone here. Don't argue anymore!" He returned to early mode, forcefully forcing.

Gee whiz....

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*Azhar

He has finished with a slate of ospek's last day agenda. He intends to go home to relax while waiting for the faculty makrab event tonight. He walked towards the parking lot. From a distance he had seen Akram was making a phone call while sitting upright on his sport bike.

"Ok, ok, I'm with Azhar coming home now!" He catches Akram's conversation with someone on his call.

"What's wrong?" Ask impatiently.

"We go home now, Zhar, Fathin relapses his phobia again. Mitha just called!"

Without much question he immediately turned on his sport bike and quickly darted away from the faculty page followed by Akram.

His face frowned questionnaires to find a metallic sedan car in front of his dorm.

But he doesn't want to get dizzy. Choosing to walk quickly along with Akram to his boarding room. And his panicked face instantly changed fashion to find the same guy who booked a box pitzza the other day. Instantly worried, what madness would happen again in a moment.

He raised his eyebrows intending to ask Mitha, who had been gently stomping on Fathin's soles, But his best friend even glanced at the handsome who was gently rubbing Fathin's head which was still covered in hijab without giving an answer.

"So Fathin almost fell from the second floor of the mall. Suddenly he trembled and broke out in cold sweat and finally tweezers. I'd like to take him to the hospital to be handled well but he refused, did not want to. Wants to be ushered here." The man suddenly made a sound as if he understood his heart.

"Fathin during this time there is no drug intake, such as increased serotonin inhibitors (SSRIs) to relieve anxiety disorders or beta blockers to deal with symptoms due to panic, such as irregular heartbeat, or maybe benzodiapine to treat a severe anxiety disorder?" He was amazed by this figure.

One word for that handsome guy,

Cool....!!

TBC >>>