My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Talk about him
"fidz, how have you told him?" ask me when I finished my shower and left the room
"yet, let's not say he likes his people not yet"
"don't tell the person, just go to the parents will definitely be accepted and sure" faqih assured that I directly memitbahannya through his parents directly
"can't do that qih, ane had to ask his people first afraid he turns out he doesn't like the same ana"
"ane sure she also likes you, where there is no one who does not like the same kiai children let alone handsome same pinter rich you must be santriwati there in ngantri to be able to be together with you" faqih is trying to convince me
"ah you exaggerate, besides ane see she is not like other santriwati.the person is difficult to guess, even if invited to speak the answer is flat, rich there is no expression of like or twinkle like to meet ane, even if you talk, different from other santriwati who like a little caper if met ane"
"time anyway? try to see the dong photos, you have no?"
"no"
"doesn't really have, or don't want to tell" he looked as if he didn't believe my words
"it's more precise it's not time hehe"
actually I am not reluctant to show the face of the woman I like, it's just that I try to keep her from slandering the view of a man who is not mahramnya, including me actually. therefore I keep his picture but his face I edit to be covered with a veil, but really he is very beautiful when the aura is closed perfectly, but I do not want to be panatic, I do not want to be panatic, if one day she turns out to be my soul mate, I want her to wear niqob for her beauty, her willingness to keep her beauty only for her husband.ah it feels like this heart is so impatient, want to immediately justify it.
"let's say I don't want to give a look, anyways ane will not be nikung best friend of the time" faqih stood up and walked towards the kitchen
"mending her she wants,, haha"
"haha forgot ane, just returned so yes the same kitchen refrigerator is still empty"
"well, don't eat dong ane" faqih sat back with a limp expression
"we went out looking for food"
"that's dong, you're the deal, right?"
"well, treat Mulu when she's practicing"
"sometimes if your income can defeat you hehe"
"then mah, ya bentar ane take a jacket first glued" I went back to the room just took a jacket to complete my appearance that only wore a t-shirt and jeans. like that I am, if my dipesantren more wearing sarong and Koko clothes or T-shirts once in a while if again at home. but here I am free to wear clothes that I like as long as it is not out of religious teachings. actually Babah and umma never forbid about the clothes that I wear as long as it is comfortable and polite, as long as it is comfortable and polite, but it does not feel good if the way I dress is likened to here because as if I give a bad conto for the santri Babah there.
"what do you want to do with fidz?" asked when I saw that I was out of the room
"meaning?"
"that's, what's your car" faqih makes the question clear
"oh, let your car taro here first"
"okay is ready" we also passed away from the apartment to the place we went to eat