MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
Episode 45's. New Motor

*fatin

Early in the morning he was dizzy with the excitement of Mitha Gegara latest output matic motor affairs in the boarding parking lot that Erick brought last night. A bit of grumbling because it turned out that Joseph was serious about his words. The bike he promised came. Although Mitha incessantly asked him many questions, he still hid the real reason Yusuf gave him the motor. He did not want any other party to know then misunderstand the attitude of Joseph.

Ah, not to mention if you meet the duo of his best friends, Azhar and Akram. He can already imagine a series of questions from both.More the existence of the motor will practically reduce his engagement to his two friends. Hopefully Azhar and Akram do not misunderstand this, he hoped.

"Forced basis!" the surprise was in my heart when Erick handed me the keys last night.

But though inwardly unwilling to accept, he still thanked kindly to Erick, the right hand of Joseph's brother. As if to know what he was feeling, Erick had a polite speech, he said,

"Thank you. Bang Yusuf if serious same girl yes, like this. Possessive and coercive. But one thing you should know, brother is a good man. You can ask everyone who knows him."

He remembered Mitha's story about Joseph. If you want to be honest, he can feel the goodness. Although sometimes seemed indifferent but he did not doubt how much attention Joseph to him. That man would do anything for her.

Fix, today he and Mitha finally left for campus with a new motorbike after a long explanation to parse Mitha's kekepoan. Along the way his best friend was relentlessly raving merrily praising Joseph.

Look, look, be nice, and not stingy, sholeh. Mitha did not hesitate to label Yusuf perfectly, the ideal of every woman. Again Mitha frightened him by warning him to be careful. Do not let Joseph be captivated by other women who are more aggressive than him.

"Appaan, anyway. My hobby is like that. Yesterday you said that Kak Yusuf is a loyal type of guy, how, anyway!" pouty.

"Hehehe. Just ngingetin doang, Beb. Not a manyun, huh. So ugly Bang Yusuf really turn!" Mitha cengengesan while opening the helmet because both of them have arrived at the campus.

"Eh, betewe, have you talked blum to Azahar same Akram about this bike?" Mitha returned serious while waiting for him to park the bike.

"Gue just said it wasn't necessary to take us today. We want to ride a motorcycle. Azhar does not matter so I do not explain it either." he said while walking to spell Mitha's fingers.

"Well, Azhar, right, not to Akram's kayak. Yeah, let's be a surprise for them. Hehe."

"But I'm not comfortable, Mhit. I'm scared too!" both stopped and chose to sit in a roundabout under a shady acacia tree in front of the language building, because the lecture hours were still twenty minutes away.

"Fear what?"

"Gue was afraid that there was bad gossip. You know yourself, right, on this campus many students who are just like us. Do not close the possibility among them there are thinking macem-macem. For the size of our kayaking students, the tuh motor is a luxury and expensive item." He finally could not bear to not express his grief to his friend.

"Yes, yeah. I was too happy, Fhat, so it's not until there he thought." said Mitha with a regretful face.

"Yesterday was just looked at the same way doang Kak Yusuf, already spread flat he said I came here not the intention of college but nyari girlfriend. And, it's nyampe in the ears of the same father's mother in the village."

"Kok you just talked to me now about this? Trus Om same about what to say?"

"Gue does not want to make you dizzy with my problem this one. The same father Mother had a little mess, anyway, the same story and ngasi warning not to make a strange while here."

"We're not weird, really. This bike is not asked for either. You were forced to accept, right?" Mitha is a duckling. He doesn't want to worry about something that hasn't happened.

"Do I have to tell you about brother Yusuf to my father's mother, Mhit?"

"But if you think about kayak gini, you have to talk directly. Don't take the phone. How if pas pankam lebaran aja lo samplein this. I'm gonna help you clarify who Joseph's brother is and how they're the same."

"That, yeah?"

"Dad. I think it's good."

"But if the rumors about this bike go to them, how?"

"Relax, hand it over to me. We said it was my brother's bike, rebes, right?" Mitha played her eyebrows up and down.

He could not help smiling at his best friend. Mitha is indeed an expert in the matter of looking for gesrek ideas in an emergency.

"Lo same Akram emang most can be if the matter of ginian." He chuckles slowly.

"Eits, that's a crucial capital for a thousand lips world. Our minds must be one step ahead of their lips."

"Ahaha. Whose lips, anyway?" He laughed as he hit Mitha's thigh which suddenly made Mitha squeak small. His bad habits are relapsing without him knowing.

"Aoo, what the fuck, anyway, Fhat. Lo if you want to nampol talk first, dong, Beb, let me get ready." Mitha grimaced funny while stroking her thighs which might have been flushed behind her trousers.

"Sorry, sorry, I reflex, Mhit!" He giggled while rubbing Mitha's thigh.

"Don't tell Lo that in front of Bang Yusuf likes gini reflexes too?"

He could not help but laugh.

"It was so." He grimaced in shame.

"Ih, lo bad, Fhat."

"Lo know what Yusuf said at the time?"

"What?"

"I like you like this. You're beautiful when you laugh." He imitated Joseph's style with a slight exaggeration. Makes Mitha say more.

"Isshh, so sweet...! Yusuf is cool. Fhat, tell Bang Yusuf that there is still a stock of his cement that is like him, I want to."

He again wanted to hit Mitha's thigh but this time it seemed like the friend was better prepared. Mitha immediately stood dodging while running waving her hand.

"Hehehe. I'm going first, Beb. The lecturer came, but."

He still chuckled amusedly while also looking in the direction Mitha pointed. He finally waved his hand.

"OK! Hye!"

The two also separated. He also chose to enter the room because from a distance he had seen the shadow of Mr. Indra, the lecturer who will fill the extensive reading on fiction course today.

He entered the room and when his eyes met Rafael's bead, his memory ran on Joseph's flat face yesterday. He sat down and smiled. Less longing because the short meeting made him more eager to follow the lecture today.

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*academy

He looked at Azhar's face full of inquiring after seeing there was a new motor matic output parked sweetly in front of their boarding house. Azhar who was stared at thus immediately frowned along with wondering in her heart. But the suspicions of the two seemed to be the same especially when they arrived at the door of the room that was already unlocked. There's someone inside.

The two look at each other. The only ones who knew the location of their room keys were his two companions, Mitha and Fathin.

Without knocking the two directly in and back dumbly watched the two people who were sleeping soundly on their beds. Both of them simultaneously smiled while shaking their heads.

"Dassar kebo! Woi's up, it's late." Those who like to do it also start acting.

Although his voice was similar to the mosque toa but the two miss rempong was not in the least disturbed by his screams. Makes him more challenged to judge both.

"Flooding... Floodways.. Whoi, flood..!"

This time the action worked. Fathon and Mitha immediately woke up shouting flood. He and Azhar who had just been standing next to each other watching all his actions were now laughing loudly at the two people in front of him who were busy looking for his belongings while shouting, flood!

Until shortly afterwards both of them were aware of the mess he made. Fathin and Mitha unceremoniously attacked him by throwing him some pillows while grumbling indistinctly.

"Fuck, lo. Fortunately, there is no history of heart disease. If anything, you want the responsibility that we both koit all of a sudden?" Mitha stood around her waist in front of her after throwing her a pillow.

He was still chuckling with a sinless face.

"Lagian lo both sleep dead like kebo. I've packed the soft and polite version but it doesn't work."

"Ck, bad, lo! The vow! I think some flood." Mitha was still blabbering in annoyance.

"Udah, no. The two of you eat first. We were sure of that." Fathin eventually interceded.

He who was hungry hurriedly stepped towards the kitchen. There is food on top of the mini kitchen. Not wanting to make his stomach increasingly rumbling He and Azhar finally pulled the plate and scooped food cheerfully. Fathin and Mitha were indeed the most understanding for this kind of affair.

Both of them forgot their original plan to ask about the matic motorbike in front of the boarding room.

Azan ashar now sounded. As usual Fathin and Mitha took turns to enter ablution in the bathroom, passing both of them who were still cool with their food.

"We go first, well, pray it. You two are still eating too." Fathin spoke softly as he passed the two of them. He and Azhar just nodded.

"Motor Fathin." Mitha's short answer when she asked who was in front of the motorbike, after they had prayed.

"Fathin's?" Azhar malipat his forehead staring full of search.

He who is easily sensitive and connect immediately smiled knot. He believes the motor must have given Bang Yusuf to Fathin.

"Lo forgot, if our future brother-in-law is a civilized person. Small motor for them. I thought you'd be in a car, Fhat!" He looked up at his best friend.

"Eits, you didn't think wrong, Ram. Sia Brother wants to car but rejected by Fathin. The reason cannot be driven. The bike was rejected. But his name is also the forcible who does not accept rejection, hihihi! Yeah, well, Fathin had to take it." Mitha as usual chimed in with the spirit of four five while giggling.

He was amazed as smiling as he watched Azhar's next reaction. And, as predicted, Azhar's face suddenly changed instantly. Understand, a heart that has not fully moved on is like that.

Fathin looks bad. He was sure that his best friend was thinking about Azhar's feelings hearing this.

"You're not angry, are you, if we leave the campus no longer together?" Fathin asked carefully.

"Yes, it's not. We're even happy to feel free from your confines." He said he was determined to melt the atmosphere.

"Ih, you're evil, yeah!" Mitha chuckled as she slowly threw a pillow at him.

Azhar just shook her head with the smile of her feet.

"Alhamdulillah if that is so. We can fall early in the morning, Zhar, do not have to rush ready because we still have to pick up these two first ladies" he said again while patting Azhar's shoulder slowly which now began to chuckle.

"Lo really serious about Bang Yusuf, Fhat?" Azhar again still wants to convince his heart turns out.

"We'll see, aja, Zhar. If Brother Yusuf is also really serious with me, I think it is difficult for me to find the reason for rejecting him. He was determined to change himself so well for this, Zhar. So, I have to appreciate that."

He looked at Fathin and Azhar alternately. He sighed softly imagining being in the position of his two best friends. Must be very unpleasant. But, nevermind. Everything will definitely return to accept each other and normal reality as it used to be over time.

Even the idle and absurd chatter was flowing imperceptibly. He did not like the atmosphere stiff so it makes him endlessly act funny which makes the four of them endlessly laugh.

Until the time of Maghrib they finally separated.

"Be careful, guys! No need to speed, ntar his new bike scuffed if you both fall." He still managed to tick both. Made Mitha throw it with the paper she had just rolled.

"Bad, lo, more motor musing than the two of us."

They laughed again before they finally separated.

TBC>>