Pledge of Love Rumi
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They began to get to one of the places that seemed not far from the mosque earlier. Because indeed, the two people just turned around to find a safe place.

"wait, wait a minute..." Shafa held the man down.

"What the hell?" Growing tired.

"my hood is off." Shafa was still holding the hijab at the bottom of his chin holding his veil from opening.

While the man with the thin brew stopped his steps, looking left and right.

It seemed safe, he heaved a sigh of relief with a slightly bent position, with both of his hands holding onto his own two knees taking a breath... it feels like he wants to lay his body on the asphalt road that he pijak is so tired.

He also released the face that he was wearing and handed it to the same Shafa is still boring.

He himself was confused, why Shafa had to take him away from the crowd of his fans. But, he was worried as well anyway, this girl would be their moons. The girl may be accused of having a scandal with him.

And I don't know what they're gonna do to Shafa. Because the fans are all fanatics.

For a moment he saw Shafa still silent in front of him.

"Hey... He said he wanted a hijab?"

"Yes, but there it is."

"Qc...! What am I doing? Yes, yes, it really is." Declared.

Shafa looked around. "It's an open place." Mumbled.

And when he heard that, the man in front of Shafa sighed. He walked up to Shafa then without thinking any more, immediately grabbed his hand. Sontak Shafa who realized it also avoids touching hands with the man directly.

"I told you, Don't touch me...?" Shafa lowered his head again, he was actually afraid of the gangster-looking man before him.

"What the hell...!!! You want to fix your hijab, don't you, Madam Ustadzah? That's why come with me, come on." The hand was about to grab Shafa's arm for the third time while walking. And the girl still dodged, until the man's head turned back to the hijab girl behind him. "It's so holy of you? Not even touch it? I'm muslim... Just chill. My hands are not unclean either."

"It's not so, but I'm guarding my ablution."

"Ah...Ribet!" The man pinched the part of Shafa's sleeve again, then pulled it.

"Sorry, brother, bang, emmm....?" Shafa was confused as to who to call it.

"That's...!" Cut the man.

"Yes, Arifin... Me?" Hearing the word om pinned behind his name the man just stopped his steps.

"You call who I am? Om said you? When did I marry your aunt?"

"Yes... How else, you seem to have grown up once."

Arif sighed, "How old are you?" Ask later.

"Du.twenty-five years." Answer Shafa.

"Call me brother or something... Whatever, just don't be Om."

"Yes bang."

"Bang??" Both eyes were round.

"DH...!!" Arifin shook his head in annoyance, he took the girl back to his car. And stopped in front of the door while pressing the door opener key. "Lake in." He said after the car door opened.

"Where do I take it?"

"Hey, you want to fix your hijab right, go in there and put your hijab inside."

"Oh, yes." According to her, the girl got into her car.

"Haaahhh...! This one pisses his name." Gerrutu Arif after closing the car door again. With her back, she waited for the girl to finish. Until the car door opens.

Arif slightly moved away from it, then turned towards him. "Have you?" Ask her.

"Thank you so much Arifin." Shafa said sincerely. The man replied with a hmmm as he walked and got into his own car.

Meanwhile, Shafa is still standing right in front of Arifin's car door. The man opened the car glass. "More..." Pouring out several pieces of money hundreds of thousands of rupiah.

"A..what is this?"

"Thank you, because of your face, I'm not going after the fans." He said he was still directing the money towards Shafa.

"No need to bang, just keep it." Shafa refused subtly, where the forehead is currently wrinkled. 'is he an artist huh? How come he got his whole thing in pursuit of fans.' Inner Shafa, who did not understand if Arifin was a famous celebgram and Utubers. Understandably he is not too interested in social media, let alone watching content that he thinks is very worldly.

"Seriously not want to?" Arifin.

"Yes seriously bang, I nolong Bang Arif tuh sincere. From the heart."

"Not sure sincere, the proof was not going to be, right? Pake nudji maling all." Mumbled.

"Not so, I'll be careful. And again your gawk is like a maling."

"Can? Hijab but su'udzon huh? Fucking Muna.."

"I'm sorry bang, I didn't mean it that way."

"Tell yourself. What matters is taking the money. It's only natural to calm down, not robbed." Still trying to stretch. But Shafa pushed her slowly.

"Sorry, I can't take it."

"This thing is not dirty nor unclean." Gregetany.

"Not so, but I wasn't expecting any money. Sorry again, excuse me... Assalamualaikum." The girl said goodbye before finally leaving leaving the man who was still extending money towards her.

"Getishalam." Arif muttered, he shrugged both shoulders. "Yes already... Today there are still hypocrites, most of all he does not receive this money." Arifin closed the windshield again. Until the car's engine started and went from there, passing Shafa who was still walking casually, with a little pressing the gas.

The girl was staring at the car that was driving in front of her.

"Name Arifin? Nice name, but his behavior? Astagfirullah al'azim." Shafa is privileged when he is implied by bad thoughts about the man.

While in the car, repeatedly peeked at the shadow of the woman who was still walking in the back through the rearview mirror, until it was really faint and finally invisible, after a head shake. I don't know what's on the man's mind, which is for sure for now he's relieved to be detached from his fans.

A ringing phone also made him put earphones in his ear.

"What?" Ask him ketus. "I'm on the road, I told you later I'll take the goods myself, for X problem already let my manager take care of it." Pikkk.

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