MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#.Episode 8's. Hopefully !!

* Fathin

The sound of the sound of the Adhan isya reverberated not far from the green boarding house that he occupied with his best friend Mitha.

The special boarding house is a two-story long building with each floor consisting of one wide room in the front as a living room and a row of square rooms facing each other, with each size 4x5m. In each room there is a toilet that unites the toilet and bathroom, as well as a mini kitchen located on the inner end.

Although relatively small, but the temperature inside is quite cool because there are two fentilations that are wide enough in the mini kitchen and toilet that make the air circulation inside is quite good. Plus a long window right next to the exit that practically brings more wind in.

The front of the boarding house building is so neatly arranged with a small garden on the left and on the right there is an open garage that extends where the boarding children keep a motorbike or parking for guests.

At the top of the entrance gate there is a large green writing that matches the color of the soft yellow concrete fence.

"GIRL'S SPECIAL SRIKANDI COTTAGE/AKHWAT".

While at the entrance of the boarding house is clearly attached a pamphlet containing S&K (Terms and Conditions ) applies.

#Only open to girls and Muslims.

#Male guests can only enter

living room except for family.

#Back time to visit pkl 22.00.

#The gate is closed at 00.00.

#Maintain the cleanliness of each room and work together to maintain the cleanliness of the corridor, living room and boarding yard.

#Majib prays in mosque near kostan and

following ta'lim morning together.

#Istiqamah keeps prayers five times.

"Hmmm., it's worth the rental cost is cheap. Not worth the comfort provided. Apparently, the conditions are heavy. Especially for girls who want to be free, do not want to be bound by rules!" Mitha chirps the first time they entered the boarding house.

"Btw, he says it's specifically for girls. But what's in the front room of that guy? Where the handsome is dumb again. Blum again sholehnya aura is really good if fit again wear a dress. Heideeh, make the chest fireworks know no?" Add Mitha with her centile style.

"Haha! You well, if the affairs of handsome men never escape from your coverage. The other children said, it was the father of the boarding house instructed to keep us all here. He studied at UNHALU. Last semester farm boy, jago silat you know! Trus good, friendly, intelligent. Pokonya seedlings, bebet, the weights are superior, Guyyss!" He tried to increase the level of Mitha's amazement to the level of a god.

"Good, Fhat! You, how do you know so much about this? Hemm, you're secretly stalking_in the brother, yeah?" Temptation Mitha to him while his cry was unclear.

"Ihhh, don't slander! I'm just horrified by the kids too. Ah, let's go in!" He turned Mitha's attention while pulling his hand into their boarding room at the time of their umpteenth encounter with Bang Arsyil at the main door.

Their room was right in the first row after the living room. Face to face with Bang Arsyil's room next to the stairs. Nephew as the right hand of the host. The only man who lived in the cottage.

Room with shades of green orange peel, with a design that is quite comfortable for anyone who is inside.

He who has a hobby and skill qualified in juggling plastic waste into a variety of unique crafts and Mitha who is so slick in all things plus a master in the field of Spatial Planning, the fix becomes a complete synergy that makes their rooms very decorativ.

At the front corner of the springbed is a corner rack containing several small and medium size dolls, the photos of the two of them were framed with rolls of multi-colored invitation paper rolled into a pipette and glued together on all four sides, also some books plus containers for stationery from used bottles wrapped in flannel fabric form a smiley image.

There are several photos of both measuring 10R on the wall, also frames that read some words of encouragement wise word. One of them,

"Never abandon prayer if there is God's intervention in your business!"

While on the front side of the bed there is a painting made of pieces of colored cardboard attached to the wall to form a giant banyan tree.

almost every corner there are trinkets recycled from waste.

The vibrant room is increasingly unique with all-green appearance in almost every item available. Starting from sheets, tablecloths, curtains, to kitchen furniture.

Ahh, all this can not be separated from the big hand of two friends, Azhar and Akram. The two were even willing to spend their salaries for a month to buy furniture plus knickknacks that He and Mitha needed.

Even for the next three months they both do not need to bother thinking about the cost payment because the two friends have completed it, paid off.

Recalling them he suddenly turned to Mitha who was about to go to the bathroom to ablaze and exclaimed,

"I've only often heard tales of true friendship. But being friendly with Azhar and Akram as well as you, makes me benner-benner sure and believe that the story is not just a fairy tale but real there!"

"Look at this room, Mhit, they really sacrifice a lot of things for this. For the sake of making us comfortable here!" He looked at her all over the room. The manic began to be filled with clear circles that were ready to slide from the contest.

"Yes, Fhat! I think the same as you. We are both very lucky to know and befriend both of them. They are truly good and sincere people. Too good even!"

"They never let us get hurt or hurt!"

"Luckily then when they want to enter here they have already reported first that we four spupuan, otherwise they can - they can only sampe the living room if here. Not exactly fun, is it?" Mitha chirps again.

"Aahahahhha! Yes really!" The two are together.

"Eh, yes, I have hunted sono prayers. Trus dandan is super beautiful. Prince you come back. Her tears were wiped away!" Mitha began to tease him while continuing her original plan of going to the bathroom for ablution.

He immediately prayed Isha. Soon after, he changed his clothes. Casual trousers and white color t-shirt. Slightly smearing his face with moisturizer and baby powder. Giving a little touch of lipgloss pink lips dibibir petite. Simple, natural. Ok, enough!

He was still busy arranging his hijab when the door was knocked with the sound of their soulmate duo greeting and calling his name and Mitha alternately.

"Let me open, Fhat! You go get ready!" Mitha moved from her prayer table after praying to the door and opened it.

"Well, it's pretty, Fhat, where are you going?" Akram who entered first could not wait to question him.

"Yes, where are you going? by himself? not with us? ma who?" Azhar glanced at him a little sharply while giving consecutive questions.

"Aduuhh, one dong nanyanya. Confused to answer where it used to be, hehehe!" He tried to melt Azhar's frozen gaze from entering.

He glanced at Mitha who was immediately understood by him .

Tap.tap..

Mitha clapped her hands to divert the attention of her two best friends.

"Gini, Guys, tonight Fathin's about to be picked up by the prince for the dance in the Castle!" With a contrived style Mitha was successful in making both of them look seriously at him.

"meaning? Wh who? how can we not know?" Azhar started again with questions without commas.

"Yes, he was invited also just last afternoon, Guyss, so where to send a report to the amang-amang our boss!" Mitha again tried to parse Azhar's gaze that had not changed in fashion.

He who realized the atmosphere in the room was changing suddenly groggy did not dare to look towards Azhar and Akram. Until the knock from the outside blows it all away.

Tok.dok..

"Fathin, there's a new one, right in front!" Shouted Faza the occupant of the room to the right.

"Yes, Mom! It wants to come out. Thanks, mbak!" Mitha who disobeyed.

"Ehemm, so what, Zhar, Ram, can I go out for a second? Not for long, though! Yes, please..!!" The ink is a little flattened.

"Who the hell is she?" Azhar replied to him while taking a glimpse of his appearance.

"Uhmm, same Bang Fahry!"

*Pffm..

"As expected*!" Akram held back a laugh while throwing his body on the bed.

"Yes, go there! Noh Si Abang is waiting!" mitha added later.

"Pake jacket! It's cold outside!" Azhar finally spoke flat.

Unknowingly he pranced happily,

"Thanks, yah ngizinin!"

They are like family after all. He does not want to do anything without his third consent. And he greatly understood the attitude of his three friends, especially Azhar who did have a nurturing soul.

"Yes, I'm on my way, yeah, bye!" His face was still moving while stepping out.

"Bye! take care!" answer them in unison.

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* Fahry

He arrived at the temple of Fathin as promised, after the Isha prayer. While parked the motorbike tetiba He saw two large motorcycles commonly used by two friends Fathin also parked there.

A faint feeling of anxiety ran through his heart.

He stepped towards the entrance and found a girl of his age who he believed was one of the residents in the boarding house as well.

"Asalaamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalaam!"

"Who are you looking for?"

"I'd like to see Fathin. Fathin's there?"

"Oh that, there, really! Wait, I'll call you!"

"Yes, thanks!"

The girl went inside and not long after came back and spoke kindly,

"The bath is ready, right! Be back again. Please wait a minute, z stay into yah!"

"Oh, yes, thanks!"

He finally chose to sit in the living room waiting for Fathin while opening an incoming message on his phone.

He was still busy typing a reply to a text message on his cellphone when the tail of his eyes caught the shadow of Fathin walking towards him. He immediately turned his head and found Fathin who was standing there like a model who was demonstrating his clothes.

one hand held the strap of his sling bag, and the other hand reached into the pocket of his jacket. Not spared a smile as sweet as honey that kills the best on her tiny pink lips.

A moment of view the two met and,

Degh...

Again the murderous smile made him powerless to avert his astonished gaze. Strange murmurs that have not felt since the departure of Sherin is now increasingly often he feels back when he meets Fathin's eyes.

"K_kok, even dumb? Is there something wrong with my appearance?" Fathin spoke and returned to look at his appearance with a little keki.

"Oh, ng_no, really! I was just pangling to see you. You are so beautiful tonight!" Honest speech.

"Bragging! Hehe!"

"Seriously!"

"Road, come! Hunt malem later. There's an S&K going on!" Point Fathin with his chin towards the pamphlet at the entrance.

"Come on!" He chuckled and looked at the pamphlet.

Both of them walked out to their bikes in the parking lot.

He helped Fathin put on the helmet. Accidentally his hand touched the smooth cheeks as soft as the baby's skin belonged to Fathin. Sontak made his chest gurgle more and more timid.

"So sorry! I didn't intentionally!"

"C_yes, Bang. Sa_i. Sorry!"

The next scene Fathin looks hard riding on his big bike and practically he gave him direction by pointing his shoulder. Fathin seemed to already know how to just be a little awkward to hold on to his shoulder.

They arrived shortly before the film began. He walked towards the cashier to buy a ticket and both went into the cinema.

The film is romantic. The Butterfly, a film that tells the story of a journey of three friends, namely Fano (Andhika Pratama), Tia (Poppy Sovia) and Desi (Debby Kristy) are on a quest for identity and find meaning in life for them. Their friendship begins with an accidental meeting at the beginning of college. Although they have characters that are much different from each other, but that does not hinder their friendship.

From the beginning, he did not focus on the film that was being aired. He prefers to seriously pay attention to the expression of Fathin who sometimes smiles, laughs sometimes sad. Until at the end of the story he saw Fathin crying sobbing watching one of the main cast in the film eventually had to leave for eternity.

Unknowingly, he reflexes grasping Fathin's fingers. Next with a more frontal movement he grabbed Fathin's head and leaned on his sturdy shoulder hoping to calm him down.

She saturates for a moment the fragrant scent emanating from Fathin's hair behind her hijab..

The fun scene finally had to end when Fathin suddenly regained consciousness from his paper and reflexed to withdraw. Nervously the girl said embarrassedly,

"M_sorry, Bang, I, I didn't mean it!"

"No, no papa! I should be the one who should be sorry for being so presumptuous to grab you earlier. I reflexively thought I saw you so sad to see the movie!" said staggered.

Both are out of the cinema. He again grabbed Fathin's hand and took him to the parking lot where the bike was.

He tried to relax even though Fathin felt uncomfortable and tried to grab his hand from his grasp. But he didn't want to take it off.

"Please, don't take it off. I don't like the look of the guys there just thought you never saw a girl!" I am without shame.

Fathin finally looks resigned and nods to let it go until they get to where the bike is parked.

"Fath, I'm hungry. Let's go eat first, Dad? I have a good place to eat. The place is simple but I'm sure you'll like it. You're not pa-pa, are you?" He who blum can move on from the warm hand grip it blum want the night to pass so quickly. He still wants to add to his rhythm with his dinner idea.

"Oh yeah, yeah, hunt! Ntar Abang is sick if he is late to eat!" Said Fathin while riding on the motorbike after wearing a helmet by him. This time he was more careful. Didn't want to make Fathin feel uncomfortable.

"But, wait, wait, what did he say? Ntar is sick if you eat late?" His heart immediately warmed to find Fathin who looked worried about him.

He also brought Fathin in a simple and elegant lesehan dining place with a nuanced nature interior design, with wood and bamboo materials that dominate. Several gazebos with round table sets plus circular sitting pillows surround the table. Facing a beautiful pond containing ornamental fish of all colors. Plus the potluck lighting, making the romantic feel increasingly felt. Enough to make the feel at home sitting there for a long time.

"What do you want to pesen?" The question breaks Fathin's attitude with his choice of place.

"Ummm, same with you Brother, I've never been here so blum know what the best menu is?" Fathin said slowly.

"Oh yeah? Here the mainstay menu is all the typical eastern Indonesian specialties of Sulawesi. how about we try the typical Manado food first?"

"Of to you!" Nod the fatin while smiling sweetly at him.

He called the waiter and ordered food. Warm rice, vegetables Ganemo* and grilled fish plus sambal Tabu-dabu** become the menu of choice this time. While waiting for the food to come he tried to break the silence between them.

"Oh yeah, Fhat, you don't care about your loyal bodyguard duo, gini street same guy? You know, I saw Azhar being a little possessive of your ma?"

"Ehemm, are you guys dating?" her question was carefully hoping that Fathin's answer was "no"

But their order came before Fathin could answer his question. Be that they end up eating by bringing their own feelings. The sound of the clanking of spoons and forks that collided with the plate became the sound track of the silence of both.

Every now and then they meet and throw smiles at each other. In the umpteenth minute Fathin began to dare to ask her, making her sparkle happy.

"Again here often, huh?"

"Sometimes if you want to!" The reply was enthusiastic hoping Fathin asked again.

"Ummm, who's it?" He looked at the girl carefully looking for the meaning of her facial expression now. But hurriedly Fathin lowered his head while feeding his food again.

"Obviously, why?" He didn't want to be honest about Sherin who he brought to this place several times.

"Ng_no, really! Nanya doang, afraid that someone is angry you brought a girl here!"

"angry? Meanin? who?" His forehead wrinkled to look at the beautiful face in front of him who had just bowed in shame.

"Brother Brother suppose! Gini Blum has a girlfriend?"

"I'll answer if you answer my question first. Are you the same Azhar dating?" The question again repeats the previous question that Fathin had not answered.

"Yes, brother, what the hell! The four of us are just a law. Not more. It was answered. Now it's my turn to answer my question!"

Their meal is over. But they still feel at home there while chatting. He seemed to lack the enthusiasm to discuss the masses that He had almost buried in - in since the presence of Fathin in his heart lately.

"My boyfriend left me two years ago. His father, a high-ranking pilisi in Polda suddenly mutated to Bandung and mboyong all his family there. Since then, our relationship has been broken and even ended. I don't know! Too deep is the gap between us. He's a non-Muslim!" I was honest while the man looked back at imagining Shiren's face. To be honest he still leaves a little taste for her in there.

"Ehemm, ah, what the hell is this talking about. Let's go home, let's close the gate again!" He moved as he reached for Fathin's hand, who was only said to be not wrinkled, and walked to take him out of the restaurant after he had previously been to the cashier to pay for their food.

Along the way, they both remained silent. Drowning in each other's minds. He never stopped hoping that Fathin would not be affected by his story just now about Sherin. May Fathin open his heart to him.

"Hopefully!" His mind is hopeful.

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* Vegetable Ganemo, one of the special foods. Manado , is a processed vegetable in the form of a mixture of melinjo leaves, papaya flowers, and yellow squash with thick coconut milk sauce.

This dish is given a special seasoning, so it can remove the bitter taste of the vegetable and bring out an interesting taste.

** Sambal Tabu-Dabu is a typical Manado sambal made from onions, chili and tomatoes. The taste of the sauce is very fresh because it uses lime juice and additional basil leaves.