MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 20's. Everything will be Ok!

*fatin

In a beauty shop. A minimalist two-story building with a dominance of lime and black colors. Rows of sets of matching color dressers plus giant mirrors along the walls are neatly arranged.

"El'moro Beauty Salon & Day Spa"

He had read a large inscription on the glass wall above the building before entering.

The atmosphere there is quite crowded. Some hair stylists and MUA appear to be busy with their respective customers. Almost everyone there smiled towards them, more precisely towards bang yusuf.

He walked with the hand of Chubby girl Farah. His left hand held the paperbag he had received from a girl almost the same age as him, whom they had met earlier in the lobby. He tried to remember where he had met the girl but somehow this time his brain was slow.

It seemed that Farah was not the first time to go to that place because everyone they passed by, greeted the little girl.

He cannot lie if his chest is currently blooming because of mixed taste. Feelings of amazement, groggy, shame, insecure is also a body that feels floated, light. How not since entering the room, all eyes were immediately on him. In addition, this is the first time he entered a salon that he thinks is luxury.

Some of them even praised, though,

"Matching pair."

The feathers are increasingly bristling when his hand in the armband suddenly by bang yusuf. Walking through dozens of eyes that stared in amazement at the three of them, towards the second floor where rows of VIP treatment rooms and one room of the owner, which he later knew was named Theo. He tried to take off his hand, but the eagle bead looked at him sharply.

Again he sighed helplessly. There was nothing he could do but surrender to every word of the man he now had with him. So many rejections that He gave, none of which could save him from the absurd entrapment of the Forced.

He could not even twitch when a man in the style of wood made, pulled his hand, leaving Farah who had never taken it off. Took him into one of the special rooms of VIP customers, of course at the command of the flat face, Joseph. Adding to the sense of insecure is increasingly multiplied.

"Waaowws.. Surprises! it could be crispy, savory, crisp, greget, alot plus hot news for the eggplant lambe aka gosipers, beb. Iiihhhh gemeess!" Strangled the woman-shaped man as the door of his room opened. Attaching a shocked expression mixed with amazement with the netra plus perfectly rounded lips.

Instantly he felt overwhelmed by the behavior of the salon owner who seemed quite familiar with Joseph's bang. He tried to neutralize his feelings by trying to smile sweetly at the beautiful man.

"What the hell, I want you to make her as beautiful as your models. Be careful not to touch too much, I don't want to." He clucked slowly. Smiling wryly towards the man.

"God! uh, betewe, interlude, side ata__,"

"Wife-to-be. Hmmm, I don't have much time." As usual, the forger was indeed a hobby of cutting off other people's conversation.

"Basic of yah!" It's in the heart.

"Farah same uncle first, Aunty beautiful to be made more beautiful same Om Theo, Ok?" Take the man to the pounder, but the little girl runs towards him and,

"No way, Farah wants to see her beautiful Aunty at the same dance Om." Whine the little girl while holding her hand again. He quickly gently rubbed Farah's head, nodding a sign of agreement.

"Yes, honey. Come on!" Soft talk. A glance at the wooden man in front of him, and gave his sweetest smile to familiarize himself. The man returned his friendly smile.

"Oh, pound the beautiful Eikehh, please deh, call it not Om dong, the time is as beautiful as this is still called Om, call Brother well, baby, Sister Tya, Ok?"

"Ok, Sister Tya." The sound of the bell ripped cheerfully.

"What's a joke really?" Again the woody man said dissatisfied.

"You know me well (you know me well), Theo." The man said he threw himself on a mini sofa set in the corner of the room.

"Theo.. Theo, Thya, Nyusup. It's still called Theo, what, anyway?" The woody man throbbed inadmissive. Makes him unable to help laugh.

"Blown, suckle.. nutmeg lo!"

"One is the same dong. hehehe!" Theo returned to his snickering.

"Oh yeah, what color is the outfit?"

"Peach, Brother!" Sahut's short. The corner of his lips was drawn, remembering the forger actually remembered his favorite color.

"Ok, Let's get started, (let's start)!" Pekik Theo spirit. She nodded in agreement, again smiling as her hand removed her hijab. Slightly loosen it so as not to block the activity of Theo's hands when applying makeup.

He is welcome to sit in front of a large mirror. A little hesitant at first, but the friendliness of the owner slowly erodes his stiffness. He began to rilex when his face began to make over with all kinds of materials and makeup tools that he did not know the name also function one by one. Understandably all this time he only knows facial foam and baby powder.

He praised Theo's hand agility when I made over her face. Occasionally the man asked questions about his relationship with the Joseph bang. Be he took turns to answer every question from the man and the chuby, Farah who did not want to lose, whatever he saw at once must also ask.

While Bang Yusuf was busy with calls on his phone.

"Gosh, just realized that we turned out to be acquaintances blum from earlier, huh khaan?" He nodded towards the reflection of his interlocutor's face behind the mirror in front of him.

"Eikeh would have known, right? Tya, tuh kanebo dry ajha tuh that no morals call her Theo." Said the man while pointing at the forger with his chin. He smiles.

"I'm Fathin, Brother!"

"Lecture huh?"

"Yes, just got in!"

"I know, I know.. Surely met this college thug at ospek time right?"

"I_iya, Brother!" He hesitated because he believed that right now the eagle bead was looking at him.

"But, don't worry, even though the dried kanebo looks terrible but the doi is super good. The best friend deh tree. Eikeh ajha nih well, if not for doi, maybe now it's been so bad about __,"

"It can't be done, brisik!" The baritone interrupts Theo's chirp, making the woody man finally cry while smothering his own mouth.

"Hehehe... Sorry, Beb, Eikeh's gossipy soul suddenly thrashed." Theo defended himself. Actually he still wanted to listen to the continuation of the story about the forger, but it seems that the man did not want to indulge in his disregard.

"OK, Finish. Now Fathin's in that room, and then get changed." Said Theo while pointing to a door that read Walk in Closet.

"Aunty get changed first yeah, baby!" His interest in Farah who had been incessantly praising him. The little girl nodded and raised her two thumbs up, too,

"Ok, Aunty's pretty!" He rubbed the little boy's cheek and passed towards the changing room. He had never dared to stare at the bead of Joseph that He knew from now on. Choose to walk quickly and as fast as lightning in and close the door in haste.

He breathed a sigh of relief. As if just escaped from the pursuit of ghosts. Instantly his net was perfectly rounded when his consciousness returned. He was so amazed to see the four sides of the wall of the room filled with rows of clothes with luxurious designs in a glass cabinet the size of the width of the wall. Shoes, bags are also a variety of accesories also neatly arranged in the storefront on the right left side of the door where He stands now.

A mirror the size of height exceeds his posture standing firmly in the middle of the room. Again he looked at his face there. It all feels like a dream. It's like being in the middle of nowhere. Even this time he did not know the face behind the mirror.

"If it's a dream, I'd love to wake up from all this. This is not my world." he mumbled softly.

He is not interested in a beautiful dream in front of his eyes, which is to live with a treasure with the forcible. He was always trying to make himself aware that he was nobody. He came from an incapable family. That He is very different level with Bang joseph like heaven and earth.

He did not want to fall asleep with the cradle of this dream, because He was afraid of falling down that was so painful.

He realized his purpose was in the room. Hurriedly He took out the contents of the paperbag that He brought. several sets of hijab clothes of matching color but different models. He took one by one, and the choice fell on a flowly long dress with a choice of purple pashmina hijab.

A few minutes passed.

Her beauty is now increasing in level after everything is perfect. Now he is right to be with himself. He was embarrassed to get out of the room. But Farah's voice, calling out her name, finally forced her to slowly open the door.

Chequek. Door opens.

He came out with a bow. Not daring to look at the face of the Forced who now does not look like what expression he shows.

"Waaoow, amazing, so beautiful!" Theo choked hysterically as he walked closer.

"Oh, God, help me!" His inner.

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* Yusuf

I don't know how many times He changed positions sitting on the soft sofa that He was sitting on. This was the first time she had ever waited for a woman in a salon. Something he had been avoiding all this time. Waiting stupidly without knowing what to do.

"Gosh my stress if every day have to send him to the gini salon." His eyes lay his head on the shoulder of the sofa he was sitting on.

He was immediately bewitched not to blink while staring at the appearance that was so charming was standing looking at him. Well, Fathin, the soft-eyed girl was standing so majestically there.

The girl now looks a little more mature. It was a truly amazing sight for him. The beauty of the girl multiplied. Unknowingly he stood up and walked slowly closer. Standing right in front of Fathin who had now lowered his face.

He could not help but praise the girl who now filled up all the space in his heart. But the wry smile that Theo was pointing at instantly held him back. His grip suddenly made it difficult for him to find the right words.

"Thank's, brow!" He even praised Theo who had been busy giving all kinds of compliments to his girl.

"Gimenong? Judge dong, Ihh gemmoy deh, very prestige!"

"People were bowing trus from earlier, so don't know what the outcome was?" His flat speech was intending to provoke the girl's expression, and sure enough, Fathin instantly raised her beautiful face. Staring with sad eyes but raining, a little smile but enough to create a beautiful sigh that adds to the pounding on his chest.

"What is this, why is my heart pounding? I have a heart attack?" At once he did not understand what he was feeling now. He had never felt a similar murmur before.

Tap..

Theo's clapping of hands resuscitated him. He rubbed the tip of his nose. One hand went into his pants pocket.

"Perfecto!" Praise later.

"Huumm let more cucco, you change also gih color in line so that the couple, Ok?"

"Should ya?"

"Well, the girl's time is this perfect, the guy's falling apart. Don't dong, if you think you're mistaken for a brother who again anterin his sister to the event place know not?"

"Lo tell me about the old cave?" The sung did not accept.

Ppff..

The beautiful girl in front of him held back a laugh, making him instantly stare intently at that face. But he was lazy to argue. Soon his papa show will begin. He also resigned when Theo began to act on his hair and face. Tidying up all sorts of feathers around his handsome face.

"Exelent! Eikeh sure, you both will be the center of attention there!" Teeker Theo when the two are ready to leave the place.

"Lo is very good at looking for candidates for bini, beautiful kebangetan, rival eikeh bingits. hihihi. eh btw, eikeh kelarin the rest of the work first well, ntar eikeh nyuluh, ahem, ehmm, Sup, Sup, gebetan eikeh the cute Eric who won lo da__,?" He immediately gave a sharp look towards Theo who was still grim with his centile style. Instantly the woody man stopped his chattering, grimacing funny and saying softly,

"Yes, yeah, you're the prettiest. Erik is passing by, hehehe!"

"Gue walk first. I've transferred!" Flat talk. Turning for a moment towards Fathin and as usual without permission, holding the girl's delicate hand.

"Eh, you what the hell, you think someone else's eikeh? pack the te-ef show all."

"No, again at dusk, you've become the girl I saw tonight. So, you're worth it!"

"If so, often ajha here, so my salon can cepet guede. hehehe!" He did not intend to serve unprofitable sepik-sepik from Theo, choosing to move to the exit still with a position holding Fathin's hand.

***

*fatin

Throughout the journey his heart was unceasingly pounding erratically. He was not unaware if from earlier bang Yusuf often looked at him with a difficult gaze to interpret.

He was really in a very uncomfortable situation. The gaze of the eagle bead beside him, not to mention the shadow of a meeting with the big family of the forger in a moment. It really makes his adrenaline race strong. The chest widening that he felt increasingly tormenting him inevitably made him unsettled.

Instantly his palms were cold and sweaty, making little Farah ask innocently,

"Aunty again afraid in the law well, why is his hand cuddled? because Farah also likes it if it fits again late or does not know pe er. Afraid of being angry at the same teacher." Obviously the little girl could feel it because her hand had never escaped from the grasp of the little hand.

"Eng_no, really. I_this may be aunty overheated dear, because it is not unusual to wear make up kayak gini!" His answer answered the origin. A glance at the forcible who immediately made a sound emphasized.

"Don't remember what I said? don't think of a macem." As usual the man could always guess what was on his mind. His face immediately warmed up. I don't know why he wants to express his feelings at the moment. But, Farah's presence in the same place made her with all her restraint.

After all such things were not worth happening in the presence of such an innocent little boy.

"Yes, God, this is a bad guy. Why should I meet him?" Sorry in the heart.

Without feeling the car entered the courtyard of a large and magnificent house. Along the entrance streets and the courtyard of the house is lined with all kinds of cars. He could guess what the people inside were like.

He began to imagine beautiful and handsome faces plus glamorous makeup as usual in watching in soap operas on TV.

"Now, drink first. Let's relax more!" He was stunned by his daydreams when Joseph bang thrust a bottle of mineral that he had opened his seal with a pipette. He seems doubtful. But the nod of the flat face made him finally reach for the bottle. suck a little, just wet his throat that feels dry due to the nervousness he experienced.

His face stiffened again as the car door was opened by the man who then took him down. He was stunned when the little girl, Farah got off the car ahead of him and immediately ran into the house.

"Come on!"

"I'm scared, brother!" Unknowingly both of his hands gripped the man's arms. He said a clear word while shaking his head to look at a more handsome face after Theo tidied his face and his long hair that was allowed to unravel.

For a few seconds the two stares clashed and locked. The corner of the forced lip was suddenly drawn to form a thin smile. In his heart He praises the creation of the Lord who is before him now.

"You're so pretty tonight. I love it." The heavy voice suddenly made him aware of his slackness as well as his tightened grip on the man's sturdy arm. His face immediately blushed due to embarrassment. With a quick movement, he lowered his hand.

"M_sorry, Brother. I_I didn't intentionally" he said stuttering.

"No pa pa, I like you this way." Yusuf smiled in a knot unceasingly staring at him.

"Everything's will be Ok, hum?"

"T_but, Brother, I_I don't care to be in the middle of rich people like you. Don't go in, brother, please!"

"I really don't dare. I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed inside. Guys like you have to follow these rules. The food must be this way, the way must be that way. Next time, brother?"

For the umpteenth time He tried to avoid the tense meeting by pleading, to be merciful to the forger even though he already knew what answer he would receive.

"Ck, you can't stop with the discussion of the rich, the rich. When are we gonna be here?" Beads as sharp as eagles are now back into fashion as usual.

"M_sorry, Brother! T_but in the later dalem brother will not leave me alone right?" He was sure before He decided to enter.

"You're starting to fear that I'm staying?" Joseph smiled knot.

"That's all, I mean ka__,"

"I promise to be by your side until you get tired of seeing my face." Cut yusuf.

"Ck, seriously too." He cut funny, made the handsome man chuckle.

"Yes, yes, this one is serious. Come on in, I know papa and my brothers in Dalem!"

"T_but this is his hand off first. It's not good to see people!" Petunya again.

"Whisper!"

"Come on!"

"His head is in the upright, don't duck, trus smile!"

"Ribet very!" But even so he ended up being forced to resign as the stubborn man linked their fingers. Started to run according to the direction of the forger.

A crowded atmosphere echoed in the room. Feet do not feel like touching the floor now, his body like floating, light. His chest flutters chased each other with his footsteps. His whole body is crashing. How not, the two of them were really the center of attention along the entrance to the place where everyone was gathering.

He is not dreaming. He was in the presence of a middle-aged man with eight beautiful women and several adult men surrounded him. Everyone smiled broadly at him.

"Everything's will be Ok, baby!" Whisper Yusuf, making again his hair bristling.

TBC>>>