My Senior My Boy
Moment Portrait of Azam

Two weeks passed

The excitement about ustadz Fahri and ustazah Rahma who will continue the agreement will be carried out tomorrow. Two days earlier the students were asked for help so that the work was a little light. Of course, many help, they are no less like me and my other friends. That is freeing yourself and the mind from things that blend the activities of the cottage. The event is only done in a simple way that will be attended by a large family and all people who have a pesantren scope. Starting from all students, managers and supervisors.

Me and the senior santriwati are expected to help with the arrangement of food. Because of the opportunity for a temporary holiday, there are some students who come home picked up by their parents. Including Yuri, he also had permission to go home. The three of us remained, of course I was contacted by Umi and asked if I wanted to go home or not. But I do not want to go home, after all they will also visit the cottage for Hadi at this event.

On the sidelines of our work, there is a man who takes photos and videos using a digital camera for the moment. Aisyah knew the santri and it was Azam. He was hysterical for a moment and called me. Of course I was surprised. Fortunately, we were only three with Rara.

" Zia... That's what our portrait of Azam is, right?" His words while pointing right at Azam who had been continuously photographing activities.

" Oh, you are, Shah. Make people panic, kirain what's wrong." Tukas.

Rara laughed gigglingly at the behavior of the two of us. When looking at Azam I just remembered the end was not exhausted with our meeting which was quite strange. There is a feeling that words cannot express for me. But all this time I was just hiding from reality as if I did not want there to be any interest in him. But that's the opposite. No matter how sorry I was to her for the incident some time ago, but hearing the story from Aisyah about her made me a little curious.

" Kak Azam took a picture of us too." suddenly Aisyah yelled at him to photograph the three of us.

With a sense of unworthiness of course makes me panic, but I try to be ordinary.

" Okay, nice pose.." Azam replied to Aisha's call.

" One, two, three. check!" Count Azam while pressing the camera button.

I just smiled faintly while posing the other two fingers of the girls.

" Yes, yeah,.." Her words.

Azam immediately thrust his camera to Aisyah to see the results of their photo shots.

" Wahh very good, thank you, sister" Rara told him.

" Together, I'd like another photo first." Pamit.

After several times Azam photographed the three of us he immediately went to take another santri moment. But before that, I realized when I showed the photos to us, his eyes glanced at me carefully while smiling sweetly without realizing Aisyah and Yuri who were busy looking at their photos. I was just trying to avoid that view. If it couldn't, my face would be like a tomato when I saw him smiling so sweetly.

" O God, your creation is so perfect, even a slight smile makes me melt" I murmured with a smile.

I unconsciously praised him for a moment. I shook my head so I wouldn't remember. I also directly helped Aisyah's work who was installing tablecloth cloth.

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Azam who photographed some activities suddenly called by his underclassman. When he heard the call he immediately turned to the origin of the voice, it turned out that there was Aisyah. He also approached her directly. When he saw Zia who saw her, Azam tried to look ordinary.

While approaching the santri puti he secretly photographed Zia who was working. Shortly after chatting with Aisyah, he began taking photos of the three of them. Some of the photos he took looked good and satisfying. But his chest felt like it was going to explode.

After showing her portrait to Aisyah, Azam looked at Zia and subconsciously smiled. After seeing Zia staring back at him and immediately bowed, he immediately realized and immediately paid a farewell to go elsewhere to take another moment of activity. While walking away from them Azam tried to calm his heart not to overdo it in admiring Zia.

Without realizing it, there were women who were watching them earlier with expressions that were difficult to understand.

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