
As usual the race went smoothly and Maysa got the champion and also cash his main goal.
Maysa got off Nando's bike right in front of the cottage gate.
"Ndo! thank you, Cave back" said Maysa flatly and directly into the cottage
"uh May!" Nando held Maysa's hand that was about to step foot into the cottage area.
"with the cave hands!" maysa said flatly with a gaze pointed at her wrist.
Sontak Nando immediately released his hand grip with sinless grin
"hp which cave?" nando said and it made Maysa pat her on the forehead
"Masya'allah sorry sorry cave forgot, uh but it's been a short time before dawn a lot of santri on the exit, tomorrow at the cave school bring me, Nando bay and there home!" with a half-run Maysa waved his hand towards Nando who began to start his motorcycle.
Because walking by looking back towards Nando who began to disappear Maysa did not realize that in front of her had stood Rayyan with her disheveled face.
"BOUGH!!" Maysa bumped into the handsome ustad of her dream that was "DEGH" heart as if dislodged from her place Maysa was slowly raising her face to see who she had just hit.
"CAMPUS!" his ogre was right in front of Rayyan's face, and it was heard clearly even with the mimic of Maysa's face rounding both of her eyeballs.
"is your punishment less Maysa?" with great emphasis Rayyan said very close to Maysa's face
"sorry, that was me..."
"what? met your boyfriend? secretly? haem? what else?" the accusation was not her to make Maysa afraid instead make the girl hold a smile
"i asked Maysa! why even smile?" ask Rayyan
"yes, the question of rich people who are jealous, but that was it..."
"May's Astagfire!! you are a woman, it is not good to wander at night let alone meet a man who is not a mahram, your brain is how the hell? I thought he was jealous!" Rayyan pinched her temple while Maysa was still with a facial expression adorned with her indistinct smiles.
Not far from where Rayyan and Maysa were standing was the sound of someone talking.
"what the hell is din? don't be horror-horror deh, it's still this hour you say look if Rayyan's way to the gate?" at once Rayyan and Maysa immediately turned towards the voice and then immediately looked at each other, without thinking Rayyan pulled Maysa's arm and they hid in a narrow alley between the security guard post and the parking lot.
Shortly after Rayyan pulled Maysa into the alley appeared two students in the early place Rayyan stood with Maysa.
"where's din? this is close to your gate? and the gate looks his no sign of open in the slightest" said one santri
"but I saw Rayyan ustad walking this way, did not-don't to the mosque huh? right this is not the schedule of the sir ustad ronda" another santri his chimed in.
Maysa's current position was her mouth smothered by Rayyan using her right hand while Rayyan's left hand hugged Maysa's waist, Rayyan seriously listened and looked towards the two students who were arguing, Rayyan was seriously listening and looking at the two students who were arguing, while Maysa with eyes that occasionally blink slowly he saw the face of the handsome ustad his dream with a very close distance, even though it was dark, both hands Maysa was on Rayyan's chest, Rayyan, the girl silently felt the heartbeat of the handsome oustad that was before her.
So close that Maysa can feel Rayyan's breath, while Rayyan's eyes turn to Maysa's lips that look faintly in the darkness of a narrow alley.
"even though it looks vague, sweet as well" Rayyan's inner self with her hand stroking Maysa's cheek without her noticing.
"hemm!! mr ustad?" call Maysa suddenly and that's what makes Rayyan aware of the wild imagination that controls his mind at that time.
"Astagfirullah" said Rayyan, pushing Maysa away and leaving the girl.
Maysa was still standing in her place with many questions that began to appear in her mind.
In the room Fasha who is still wandering in her dream was awakened suddenly because the cell phone that was on her sanding all night rang and there was listed the name Anita was calling.
"Hallo Assalamu'allaikum??" fasha said in a soft voice afraid that anyone would hear.
"Waalaikumussalam, sis tomorrow hp this sister titipin to Maysa aja yes, about her who has hp already arrived at this house, forgetfulness times not taken first" said Anita from across there.
After all of Fasha's conversation with Anita who was across the phone, the end of her call was ended by greeting each other
"hem May May, you are delicious yes, many love you, even friends care about you very much" Fasha murmured in a soft voice.
"Astagfirullah Maysa" by patting his forehead Fasha remembered Maysa must have been outside while the door of his room he was key.
The girl ran towards the door and opened it slowly, she lowered her head and looked to the right and left, not a single congregation she saw around her room, worried that his roommate might be caught by security, Fasha's cabin rushed a little to the front gate.
Maysa is now sitting in the mosque his mind was still filled with Rayyan treatment which from pulling her suddenly into the alley until Rayyan who suddenly pushed her away and left himself alone.
"cute cackle, rich there is more in hiding" Maysa murmured with a smile that expands to adorn his face.
"kok so want to fad him yes hehe. "Maysa's brain full of ignorant and began to act.
Fasha who was in a hurry to find Maysa stopped her steps because she saw Rayyan who was half running towards her room and closed the door with a rough "BRAK!"
"Astagfirullah" by stroking Fasha's chest stopped her steps for a moment then the girl approached her sister's room, but when he got to the door and was about to knock on the door, Fasha suddenly heard the voice of her brother who was complaining, confused, angry, and wondering.
"why did I do it? o Allah keep away, I fear that one day I will not be able to resist this feeling, Aaarrrghhh!! Next time I have to be more careful, I'm almost tempted, maybe I'd better avoid it"
Fasha heard Rayyan's voice inside the room.
"Who is able to destroy the state of my brother's heart?" Fasha wondered by starting to step her legs to continue looking for Maysa...
seriate...