Suddenly Getting Married to Ustadz
The Part 69
The girl glanced at the watch in her hand already almost at half-four in the afternoon. He closed his laptop and left the reading room. Visits on Saturdays and Sundays will close earlier than usual. He rushed to the elevator for a long time.
Many people who visit this library, in a day can reach thousands of people. However, to get to the twenty-fourth floor is quite quiet, maybe this girl and one guy who is standing next to her is quite a distance is the last visitor this afternoon.
The two humans do not know each other it must leave the reading room immediately or will be left there because the operating hours are over for today and will soon be closed. While waiting in front of the elevator, the vibration of the phone in the girl's bag rang. However, Azmi was strangely confused looking for the source of a very familiar phone voice in her ear.
Azmi just realized it was not from her cellphone because now the phone in her pants pocket does not vibrate, or sound at all. But the girl's phone that still looks relaxed is not interested in looking, let alone see it.
"Bak, the phone sounds!" tegur Azmi felt disturbed.
"Eh, is it?" The girl looked confused but immediately reached into her phone in the bag. At first glance he was memicing see the caller id listed there, confused when he gave the name to his phone.
"Sir, just look at the doang, raise a noisy dong who knows important." Azmi replied again.
The masked girl glanced fiercely at the man whose identity was not yet known. According to the girl, the man was very chatty and impressed to interfere.
Azmi did not want to lose, raised her chin and signaled to immediately lift it. With little interest, the woman finally shifted the green button and brought the flat object closer to her ear.
"Hallo assalamu'alaikum ..." said the girl flatly.
Sounded not immediately reply, but a few seconds later a sound from there.
"Waalaikumsalam .. sorry, can I talk to Azmi? It's Azmi's number, isn't it?"
"No, I'm Nashwa, you're on the wrong side." Nashwa hung up on him.
"Azmi? Wh who? Don't know, there's just one," he murmured.
Feeling his name being called, the man noticed the girl in front of him who was covered by a mask.
Nashwa who was quite astonished by the young man in front of him also stood on guard. Right now in the elevator were just the two of them, and the man in front of him continued to stare at his hands. The phone is in Nashwa's hand. Quite curious, Azmi also reached into her cellphone in her pants pocket. He opened with one touch, unfortunately the pattern of the screen opener lock does not fit, but clearly Azmi can not forget.
The man eroded the distance a little closer. "I'm sorry, it looks like our phones have been switched," Azmi said. He showed the phone in his hand exactly as it was in the girl's hand.
Nashwa stared at the cellphone in his grip, it was the same brand, color, and type.
"Couldn't you? Let me see?" asked the girl subconsciously grabbed Azmi's hand and matched it with the phone in her hand.
"I can't open the pattern of this phone, and just called my phone ringtone is exactly as rich as mine, so I think it's really interchangeable, the person who had the phone was definitely looking for me, I Azmi so no one connected," he explained.
"Eh, my goodness .. really taker, I also can not open the pattern of this phone. Sorry to end exactly the same gini," he suddenly awkward regret.
"No pa-pa, his name was not intentional either" the man said casually.
They both got out of the elevator leaving smiles and nods.
"That's all, what a shame," Nashwa murmured to be awkward himself. Because he was the one who took the wrong phone earlier, they happened to sit next to each other in the reading room.
Nashwa walked out with a shackle. They are both waiting in line to check out the QR code at the counter located in Grha Literasi.
"You first," Azmi said giving way to the girl.
"Thank you" he replied with a friendly nod and smile behind his mask.
Nashwa headed straight to the basement by handing over the evidence to the officer, then to his private parked vehicle. Not far from his place, Azmi also did the same thing, to where his motorbike was parked. They exchanged glances before leaving their respective locations.