MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 35. Photo Pre_Wedding

*fatin

Three days of college walking. And during that time also Yusuf stand by to deliver him on campus, because coincidentally the man was also busy taking care of the submission of the title of the script.

Azhar who already knew sikon finally chose vacum from the shuttle task. His best friend was impressed to avoid him in recent days. He became confused himself realizing Azhar's change in attitude towards him. But to ask, Joseph had always not given him a loophole to it.

Every time the forced went home from college, he was always on time waiting in the parking lot of the faculty. And of course no show stopped here after that. He must return home soon because after he still has to practice. Tomorrow night is the day they will perform at the MTQ opening event so the practice time is more total.

Joseph paid attention even to the little things about him. He who cannot be tired, cannot stay up late, cannot eat late, study time should remain a priority even if only briefly and the most often repeated by the forger is the problem of prayer. The man did not compensate him at all for delaying his prayer. According to him, Joseph was like Uncle Risyad who was too strict to regulate the issue of prayer in his house.

But he was also grateful that Joseph had completely changed since his return from the temple. Its indifference dropped at a minimal level although it has not completely disappeared. Well, he can understand because after all changing the character of the person is not an easy thing.

He always suddenly smiled for no reason when his memory presented the image of Joseph. Black spots that begin the growth of fine hairs on the chin make the handsome face more radiant and charming. The forger is handsome. It is only fitting that so many women are so crazy about him.

Imagining that again his heart was restless. He was jealous and of course afraid that one day his beloved man was taken by another. He would not be able to even imagine it.

"Emang gini well if people fall awake in love? do you like to smile clearly on your own?" Mitha's chirps while the two were lying down during the training break.Make the shadow of Yusuf suddenly disappear from his imagination.

"Ishh, what the hell, just bother. People are fun too! I also love the handsome face of Kak Yusuf who according to my observation, he is more handsome since abis khuruj tau no, anyway!" He slumped his best friend with a mini foam pillow.

"Yes yes.. All right, the forger is handsome. That's why you have to be extra careful!" Mitha started to scare him.

"Be careful? for?"

"Well, be careful not to be embraced by people, Lo see how the expression of girls when you meet the Brother?"

"Ish, I want you to Lo! serem tau!"

"But if I've ever heard, the survey proves, Bang Yusuf's kayak is a type of loyal guy."

"I mean Lo?"

"People who are not easy to fall in love usually if suddenly like the girl must be loyal and of course loving!" Mitha spoke while playing her eyebrows.

"Ummm, if loving is yes. But sometimes bummer. That's Posesiv Lho, Mhit, heuideh!"

"Posesiv is the same as dead love! hihihihi!" Mitha giggled to herself, while she immediately pricked and stripped her tiny lips.

"Appaan, anyway! Uh, Mhit, btw, you don't feel like Azhar's been like me since that markab night?" He raised his head slightly by resting on his bent hand.

"Yes too yeah! Yes, I feel it too!"

"According to Lo, why is it? I swear I'm confused and sad too, because I really don't know what I'm wrong?"

"I think Azhar is jealous, Fhat is the same closeness of Lo Bang Yusuf. You do not see how Azhar keukeh really want to know how the feeling of Lo to Abang? I have always felt that Azhar likes Lo!"

"Can't you?"

"Yes, can you, the hell time Lo can not get more attention Azhar to elo all this time?"

"No, really, I think it's all just a friend's usual concern. We have already commented to keep our friendship by looking after each other, loving each other and helping each other. And that's what's been going on all this time between the four of us?"

"Yes, but often together it can sometimes grow more flavor, Fhat!"

"Well, what should I do, dong?"

"Gue reckon you have to talk both from heart to heart. You must be able to realize Azhar if we are legitimate. Don't mess with this problem, we're breaking up. We are like brothers. We will still be friends at any time. If about his feelings to elo, say he was late, lost cepet ama bang Yusuf!"

"Lo's sure he wants to beat me up and get his trima?"

"Ck, how the hell, Lo is the wise word expert, all this time also Lo right that could be a mediator and peacemaker among the four of us? I'm sure you can!"

He only heard Mitha's next babble that he could not fully hear. His mind even floated on the shadow of Azhar's flat face that always stood as a protector for the three of them. His inner raging began to look for the right word equivalent to explain and make Azhar understand.

*

The city of Kendari has been busy and boisterous since morning, especially this afternoon. The sound of vehicles from the joint security unit of several related agencies became the trigger for the riot when the motorcade that picked up Mr. President and his entourage at Wolter Monginsidi Airport to the residence of Mr. Governor of Sultra, the president and his entourage, splitting cities.

Almost all the way people stood waving at the motorcade. They are so eager to see the face of the number one in this country that incidentally can only be seen on the television screen so far.

Mr. President will open the 21st national level Musabaqoh Tilawatil Quran (MTQ) this year later at 20:00 pm. He and his wife, the Minister of Religious Affairs and the Governor of Sultra will inaugurate the opening of MTQ.

The atmosphere in Kendari city today has been decorated by various welcome banners for the contingents from 33 provinces and colorful banners from Wolter Airport to the MTQ arena on the Road Abunavas.

As per the dress rehearsal last night, the opening ceremony will be filled with a colossal dance by 1,200 Junior High School students and Kendari City High School.

This afternoon's event is a defile of the participants from 33 provinces. He and Mitha along with the rest of the group did not miss. They joined the contingent of Sultra. He looks graceful with the regional clothing suit he wears.

The hot weather but a little cool with the occasional gust of wind that hit her beautiful face made her sweat a little. He was also seen repeatedly wiping his face with tishu. Unknowingly it turns out that from earlier a camera of a handsome man was busy perpetuating each of his movements. Who else if not the idol, the forced. The man was deliberately present in the arena for the sake of watching it during the march.

He could not lie to his heart if from then on his own bead was not ceaselessly looking for the existence of Joseph. He wanted to take a selfie with the man in the traditional Kabaena outfit he was wearing today as a memento. Until at the end of his resignation he was suddenly startled by Mitha's voice that screeched slightly while pointing in one direction.

"Fhat, it's Bang Yusuf!"

His gaze instantly turned on the figure ahead there. For a moment he was stunned by Joseph's completely different appearance. The man seemed to have just attended a formal event with a material trouser suit and a Navy batik top that was so fitting on his dashing body was so elegant and seemed authoritative. Her hair is neatly tied. The expensive watch that was coiled around his wrist, as well as a canon camera with a strap hanging around his neck, really made the man perfect.

He was just about to step closer when his joint bead captured the image of a beautiful woman in traditional clothing typical of Sultra with a sling that read Princess Tourism Sultra, a, he approached Joseph and closed his eyes from behind.

His steps suddenly stopped. He who is still in shock with the scene can only be glued with a sharp gaze to the front where the two people are throwing smiles at each other and shaking hands long enough. The beautiful woman was endlessly speaking for nothing while unceasingly attaching a charming smile to her. He saw that Joseph was also smiling as he nodded, and the woman did not let Joseph's hand slip.

Suddenly his chest tightened. His heart was like a thousand invisible needles. Sickness and pain of course. Instantly his memory ran to remember every remark Mitha said yesterday that told him to be extra careful to guard his idol. His sissy bead looked back sharply at the woman from top to bottom. Instantly his heart seemed to be jolted in an instant. He felt insecure. The woman is absolutely perfect from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair.

He again wiped the sweat that had flooded his temple. His steps slowly retreated as he searched for Mitha's hand to look for grip and strength.

"Mhit, i-that's who? They seem to know each other, really deket. That girl is beautiful, Mhit! We're back in the shell, Mhit!" The net is now beginning to glaze over. He pulled Mitha who was still silent from earlier to follow the shock, away from the place.

"But others blum at home, Fhat! what is it about Mr Radit?" Mitha tried to hold back her quick steps that made her best friend dragged.

He stopped his steps and looked at Mitha with his own eyes.

"Yes, you talk to Mr. Radit now if we go back first! Cave wait here!"

"OK! wait bentar. I'll go there first!" He responded by nodding quietly without a sound. His voice was so tight this time. He was really jealous which was so very.

Suddenly his confidence evaporated somewhere. He shrank for a moment. He became less deserving of the forger whom He had to admit to being perfect in all things. Imagining the woman's hand clasping Joseph's hand tightly, her heart slipped again. If not afraid her makeup would fall apart, she would have been crying by now. It turns out that falling in love is not just about being happy, about being sweet. There was a bitter wryness as well.

He was still sitting down in a park in the corner of the MTQ square while trying to hold back his tears, when suddenly his manic round saw a pair of shiny pantofel shoes right in front of him. He wanted to ignore it because his feelings were so messed up right now. But the heavy voice he knew so well suddenly looked up quickly.

"Why are you alone here? I'm like a crazy person knows you didn't know you were there?"

He hurriedly turned his face in any direction. The shadow of the stifling scene earlier re-spun on his head. He wanted to express his frustration to the man who was now sitting next to him, but again his sane brain can still be compromised.

"Why you?" The man spoke again because he had not spoken at all.

"Why what?" His flat mouth still turned.

"Why silence?"

"No! this is again by the way!"

"You saw that one?"

"Noggle. The clear talk!"

"You can't if someone talks in his face!"

"Appaan, anyway! by the way, I'm horrified, really!" This time, with a little throbbing, Joseph chuckled softly as he grabbed his hand and held it warm.

"I'm glad you're jealous. It means you have accepted me completely. I have nothing to do with Doctor Vania. I was just trying to return the greeting well, no matter how much he ever saved my life when the accident yesterday. We're septangan. He's done it all, so he's a doctor now!"

"Not the name!" Ketus answer.

He grew shocked after knowing one more advantage of the beautiful woman who turned out to be named Vania. A doctor? holy jeez! He is insecure about this. But a moment later he was dumbfounded to see Joseph laughing after hearing his answer.

"You're the one only, my future wife!" Joseph spoke softly, adding tightly to the link of their hands. Makes him momentarily forget the annoyance of his heart because the beautiful hissing in his veins again catapulted him mercilessly.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" That handsome face was looking at him intensely. He who had wanted to look at that face had now turned back to look at the eagle bead. His chest rippled back.

"Still! why, should I wear gini clothes here? see the consequences? Big brother so handsome and all the girls here mengeliatin Brother continue!" Sung-piggling.

"Sorry! this was not a change. From a busy morning, Papa welcomed a contingent of MTQ from many provinces in several hotels. This is the formal gini. Afraid of not getting your exclusive moment just after the march!" Joseph chuckled softly.

It's back in flowers. Instantly he became guilty of being so upset at the man who had been fighting to come to this place for his sake.

"Sorry!" Lirih.

"It's Ok! We're going to Fadhil's place first. You must be thirsty! Come on!" Joseph stood up while helping him to stand up because the clothes he was wearing were enough to make his movements a little less free.

"Slow down!" Joseph was sometimes so sweet with his little cares. The corner of his lips is interested in attaching a small dimple to the corner of his lips. Yusuf who glimpsed at his smile became stunned and as usual will begin to shake hands.

"You are so beautiful today! So I want to hug but fear sin!" Both of them chuckled slowly.

"Ihh, what the fuck, anyway! not very clear!"

"Oh yeah, wait a minute!"

Joseph immediately took off his hand and ran to find a pair of young men sitting in another garden. He saw the man talking to the man there and before long the two walked towards him.

"Honey, we're both taking pictures!" Yusuf said, handing over his canon camera to the teenager who came with him.

"Please, dad?"

"Wheel, Bang!"

Yusuf again grabbed his hand and slightly embraced it making it again bristling and culminating in his movement becoming stiff. Yusuf several times whispered it to relax.In an instant many times the sound of the camera capturing the image has sounded immortalize each pose according to Joseph's direction. Many times the skin of the cheeks both touch. Again a tremendous tickling feeling attacked his stomach in droves. Her skin repeatedly bristled along with a red tinge that burned her beautiful face.

That intimate position instantly brought back the shadow of a tight hug in the mall the other day.

Blushhh..

His face was now inexplicably red withstanding shame. Moreover, the teenage photographer impromptu in front there many times smiling knots staring at the two.

"Prewed photo prepayment yeah, Bang?" The young man asked as if he wanted to tease the two.

"God willing, Doain!" Yusuf the duckling as usual never cared about the origin, making him slightly elbowed the man of his tribe. Joseph just chuckled.

"Ok, enough. Thanks, dad?"

"Together, Bang! if so, excuse me!" The young man said friendly.

"Eh, btw, what's your name?"

"Faisal, Bang!"

"Yusuf and this is Fathin my future wife!" Joseph immediately met with the young man and finally the man took out his wallet and pulled out five hundred thousand pieces of money and handed them over to the young man. The young man's reflexes rejected him and as usual the forger never accepted rejection. The young man finally accepted the gift even with a little heavy heart. Finally Joseph gave a business card while saying a friendly word,

"When you join again, call that number!"

"Wheel, Bang! thanks, Bang!"

"Together!"

He who was still amazed by the scene in front of him just became increasingly able to see"Come!""Where to?""Find the cold one. Hungry plus thirst!" He nodded and walked in Joseph's footsteps still with the man's hand.*Four o'clock right He has arrived at a salon where He and his team will be in make over. Joseph drove him inside and met his team and the man returned. All eyes were fixed on him, for he was late. He realized the atmosphere was enveloping trying to smile clumsily and attach his finger to form the letter Victory."Peace!"Mr. Radit who had met with Yusuf was incessantly staring at him as if asking for an explanation. He took a heavy breath and tried to be as relaxed as possible while turning his brain to find answers if soon the instructor asked.At 19.00 all had been stretched. All the previously ordinary faces now look beautiful charming almost unknown. Especially her who basically had a charming face, Mitha until pangling looked at her."You are so beautiful, Fhat! Bang Yusuf will definitely pangling see you ntar!" Pekik Mitha was unconscious."Sshhttt.. diyatin tuh same other!""Ck, biarin, let's add a tuh kebakar who likes to rent the same as us! you're the sirik!" Mitha returned to her bar-bar mode. He hurriedly pulled his best friend's hand away."What, anyway, Fhat, justin aja they're horrified, they're the same sirik emang we both gegara pak Radit more consider us!""Huh, already! We want to perform again, you know! mending us vocus so we can perform maximum ntar! lots of do'a!" His soft speech tried to calm Mitha who was replied by a nod by her friend.***YusufHe ran into his room after praying Isha congregated in the mosque. He's about to get ready. He did not want to miss the important moment Fathin who will appear at the MTQ opening event tonight. He was a little stunned as he passed through the living room where his extended family was ready to set off for the arena. It turned out that Citra's plan was to invite all her sisters to come see Fathin's performance."Loh, you blum ready, Suf?" Shouted Citra towards him who was running up the stairs."Five minutes!" She gets ready with lightning mode but still makes her masculine. Wearing his expensive watch. Musk perfumes in some areas are mandatory and last as fast as lightning reaching for his leather jacket, mobile phone and car keys. Little ran down the stairs and chased after all his extended family who were already in their respective cars leaving the loyal Mbok Asih waiting for him at the door to close the door."Come, Mbok!""Careful, Den!"He ran back and got in his car. In an instant the car was gliding smoothly out of the courtyard of the big house, splitting the busy and crowded city streets. Many times he hit the steering of his car because of prolonged traffic jams. If before He would curse with all the swearing if stuck like this, then not this time. He even beristighfar many times while restoring his fine straight gondrong hair to decompose.Often begging do'a so that He is not late to arrive in the arena. And grateful that his prayer was fulfilled. The event is still a welcome. He had to walk to the show because his car could not be brought closer because almost all sides and corners of the square was filled with vehicles both two and four wheels but he did not find it because Fathin's phone seems to be in silent mode. Until when his ears hear the MC announce that the next event is hiburn which will be filled with colossal dances, some regional dances and the best tambana sultra qasidah group performance. His heart thumped and immediately approached the show area. That's when the eagle bead saw Fathin there was hearing the direction of the instructor. Fathin is so beautiful tonight, she thought. His daydreams collapsed instantly as large screens in several corners displayed the faces of the Qasida players. Fathin's beautiful face was endlessly smiling there, and she looked as if she was going to greet everyone. Suddenly the sound of greetings from Fathin followed the sound of music that blends with the sound of tambourines. Churning out the melody of an Arabic song, "Maghadir".Fathin's clear voice completely hypnotized him. He was amazed as he unceasingly praised in his heart."I love you!" His mind was still staring at the beautiful face of Fathin behind a big screen in every corner of the square. He lost track of Fathin earlier. Many times he called his girl's phone number but the results were nil. He walked straight to his car parked far away.He was almost out of the square area when suddenly his phone rang the sign of an incoming call."Assalaamu'alaikum!" He was a little surprised because the voice across was not Fathin's but Mitha's."Wa'alaikumsalaam, Mhit, where's Fathin?" Hurry up."Fathin again lemes really, brother. His head was suddenly dizzy. It's all gone here and he says he wants to go home!""Yes, I went there skarang! You keep your jerk!""Okay, Sis!"Without a second thought he immediately turned towards the house where Fatbin had been training all this time. His heart was really troubled and worried for the girl.TBC>>>

"Come on!"

"Where?"

"Search for the cold. Hungry plus thirst!" He nodded and walked in Joseph's footsteps still with the man's hand.

*

At four o'clock he has arrived at a salon where he and his team will be made over. Joseph drove him inside and met his team and the man returned. All eyes were fixed on him, for he was late. He realized the atmosphere that was enveloping trying to smile clumsily and attach his finger to form the letter Victory.

"Peace!"

Mr. Radit who had met with Yusuf was incessantly staring at him as if asking for an explanation. He took a heavy breath and tried to relax as possible while turning his brain to find answers if the instructor asked soon.

By 19:00 everyone was out. All the previously ordinary faces now look beautiful charming almost unknown. Especially her who basically had a charming face, Mitha until pangling looked at her.

"You are so beautiful, Fhat! Bang Yusuf will definitely pangling see you ntar!" Pekik Mitha was unconscious.

"Sshhttt.. diiatin tuh same other!"

"Ck, biarin, let's add a burning tuh who likes to rent the same as us! you're the sirik!" Mitha returned to her bar-bar mode. He hurriedly pulled his best friend's hand away.

"Apaan, anyway, Fhat, justin aja they are horrified, they're the same sirik we both gegara pak Radit is more concerned with us!"

"Udah, no! We want to perform again, you know! mending us vocus so we can perform maximum ntar! lots of do'a!" His soft speech tried to calm Mitha who was replied by a nod by her friend.

**

*Yusuf

He ran small to his room after the prayers of Isha congregated in the mosque. He's about to get ready. He did not want to miss the important moment Fathin who will appear at the MTQ opening event tonight. He was a little stunned as he passed through the living room where his extended family was ready to set off for the arena. It turned out that Citra's plan was to invite all her sisters to join in watching Fathin's performance.

"Loh, you blum ready, Suf?" Shouted Citra towards him who was running up the stairs.

"Five minute!" His mouth without looking.

It gets ready with flash mode but still makes it masculine. Wearing his expensive watch. Musk perfumes in some areas are mandatory and last as fast as lightning reaching for his leather jacket, mobile phone and car keys. Little ran down the stairs and chased all his extended family who were already in their respective cars leaving the loyal Mbok Asih waiting for him at the door to close the door.

"Come, Mbok!"

"Be careful, Den!"

He ran back and got in his car. In an instant the car was gliding smoothly out of the courtyard of the big house, splitting the busy and crowded city streets. Many times he hit the steering of his car because of prolonged traffic jams. If before He would curse with all the swearing if stuck like this, then not this time. He even beristighfar many times while restoring his fine straight hair gondrong unraveled.

Repeatedly pleaded for do'a so that He would not be late to the arena. And grateful that his prayer was fulfilled. The event is still a welcome. He had to walk to the show because his car could not be brought closer because almost all sides and corners of the square were filled with vehicles both two and four wheels.

He was wobbly looking for the whereabouts of Fathin but he did not find because Fathin's phone seemed to be in silent mode. Until when his ears hear the MC announce that the next event is hiburn which will be filled with colossal dances, some regional dances and the best tambana sultra qasidah group performance. His heart thumped and immediately approached the show area. That's when the eagle bead saw Fathin there hearing the instructions from the instructor.

He stood in his place. Fathin is so beautiful tonight, she thought. His daydreams collapsed instantly as large screens in several corners displayed the faces of the Qasida players. Fathin's beautiful face was endlessly smiling there, and she looked as if she was going to greet everyone. Suddenly the sound of greetings from Fathin followed the sound of music that blends with the sound of tambourines. Churning out the melody of an Arabic song, "Maghadir".

Fathin's clear voice completely hypnotized him. He was amazed as he unceasingly praised in his heart.

"I love you!" His mind was still staring at Fathin's beautiful face behind the big screen in every corner of the square.

The night is getting late. He lost track of Fathin earlier. Many times he called his girl's phone number but the results were nil. He walked to his car parked far away.

He had almost come out far from the square area when suddenly his phone rang a sign of an incoming call.

"Asalaamu'alaikum!" He was a little surprised because the voice on the other side was not Fathin's but Mitha's.

"Wa'alaikumsalaam, Mhit, where's Fathin?" Rush by.

"Fathin again lemes so much, sister. His head was suddenly dizzy. It's all gone here and he says he wants to go home!"

"Yes, I went there! You keep your jerk!"

"Good, Brother!"

Without a second thought he immediately turned towards the house where Fatbin had been training all this time. His heart was so agitated and worried for the girl.

TBC>>>