Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 10

The man was stunned for a moment to see the woman who had made him curious the last few days. However, he is good at storing taste and behaving like a regular customer. Enter later after glancing at the cashier guard girl.

"Congratulations ... shop," said Naina almost drowned in her own nervousness.

It hunts the air to neutralize a heart that suddenly beats fast. He held his chest while drowning himself under the cashier's desk.

"Astaghfiullah! Why these? It's so tight." Squeezing the left chest, hoping the tightness will go away soon.

A sense of heat radiated when imagining the gaze of the black bead that rained in. Many times his voice muttered, saying the phrase istighfar to eliminate nervousness.

"Mom!" A customer's rebuke makes Naina flinch.

He looked up, smiled awkwardly then stood up wrongly.

"Here? Anything else? Cheap stew, Mom. Buy two free one," bargained Naina a little nervously.

"Ah, no, ma'am. Next time," replied the Customer while looking at Naina's face.

"good. Total ...."

Secretly the man who had just made Naina misbehave, noticed from behind the shelf. He reviewed a faint smile, feeling attracted by the figure behind the table.

The sincere and sweet smile that Naina had, as well as the attitude friendliness, made her cluck in admiration. He shook his head, brushed off what was passing through his fantasy realm.

Continue shopping to buy some necessities for children in the mosque.

"Naaina!" A man's call to someone quickly distracts him.

"Yes!"

"Oh, so her name is Naina. Sweet as the person," he murmured with a smile.

He notices Naina's interaction with a grown man who called her earlier. Amazed, that one word is the one that seeped in the heart. Seeing Naina who keeps her distance is not like most people who do not hesitate to come into contact with the opposite sex.

Naina knows her limits even though she hasn't perfected her looks.

"Can't you, yeah, get acquainted?" He asked himself. Then, laugh at yourself and continue shopping.

The young man carried two baskets full of groceries, all of which were the needs of children. Put one on the table, and one below waiting for the queue.

Naina turned her head, her heart wondering for itself.

What is this much food for? What is stock for a month? Very much indeed.

Naina laughed inwardly, starting to count the amount of groceries. Assisted by a male employee who put all the items in a shopping bag.

"There again? Cheap stew, only five thousand. There's bread for two free one, there's wine and mangoes for fifteen thousand. Please!" bargain smartly while pointing one by one of the items that are being promoted.

The young man looked one by one at the item the cashier pointed at without a smile. Very different from the young man Naina saw in the mosque yesterday. He took one by one of the items mentioned earlier and put them together with the other groceries.

Naina blinked in disbelief, holding her breath because she really did not expect him to do what he said. The girl went back to counting, summing up her total groceries.

"There's a member card?" ask Naina again while typing the numbers.

Unexpectedly, the young man pulled out a card and Naina took it.

"On behalf of Ahmad, yes? Right?"

He nodded as Naina mentioned his name while glancing. In the heart of the girl cheered knowing the name of the young man that made her amazed.

He mentioned the total of all the groceries, received the money and handed over the goods and receipts of the store.

"Thank you, welcome back!" he said while cupping both hands in the chest.

Not a single thing came out from the young man's mouth. Her natural red lips continued to clench during their interaction. He picked up the groceries, smiling briefly before turning around to leave the store.

"Mmc ... Sir, do you need any help? Let me help you bring it," bargained Naina saw her fatigued carrying five large plastic grocery bags.

"Can. Please, yes" he said, putting two plastic bags on the floor and exiting the store first.

"Sister, I'll take the customer first, yeah. Ask for a moment's replacement, please" Naina asked her colleague.

He carried two plastic bags trailing the young man who had crossed into the mosque. Naina's forehead frowned, but the steps continued to follow.

There are many sounds of children in there, as well as boxes of rice that have been neatly arranged in the mosque foyer. Naina was stunned, is there any compensation? In there, an ustadz gave tausiyah to the children.

"Every Friday here there is always compensation. Inside were orphans and some of them were orphans. This is all from a generous person setting aside a little bit of his provision for the children here" explained the young man when he found Naina who could not be separated staring into the mosque.

The girl's lips were rounded, amazed by the crowd of the mosque.

"Put it there, let me share it later," said the young man again asked Naina to put the groceries.

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry, if you can tell you're teaching here, huh?" naina asked remembering yesterday who saw her gathering with the children.

The young man smiled, in contrast to him who was at the shop earlier.

"I'm just a marbot here, all they teach abis ashar naji. You're new, huh?" The young man asked Naina.

Nodding he replied, "Yes, I just wanted a month to stay here. Yes, I went to work again. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!"

Naina turned around and left, once again glancing inside the mosque feeling interested in joining. Honey, he has to work. Naina let out a sigh as she continued walking, but a call stopped the pace of her legs.

"Naaina!" call the young man.

"Yes." Yeah." Naina turned around, staring confusedly at the young man for knowing his name.

"Your name is Naina, right?" ask her while smiling.

Naina nodded blushing.

"I ...."

"Ahmad, right? I know, I just read your subscription card name, "sambar Naina.

The man was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Thank you, yes, for helping to bring groceries" he said sincerely.

"Either. I'm leaving, yeah."

He nodded and released Naina with an unwilling heart so that both of his legs were reluctant to move until the girl disappeared behind the shop door.

"Sister!" reprimand one of the children who successfully jerked his body.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! You startled Brother," he screeched while rubbing his chest.

"Sister is daydreaming, anyway. Look what the hell, anyway?" Curious. The boy gawked towards the path of Naina's departure.

"Nothing. Come on, come on in again. Later you will not get a part, you know," said the young man as he invited him back into the mosque.

While Naina, getting inside the shop, collapses under the counter while hunting for air. Not knowing why, the young man always made his heart beat abnormally.

"You why? How, like that big race?" the reprimanded fellow stared confusedly at his figure.

Naina looked up, smiling while shaking her head. He himself did not know what was happening to his heart. A very strange feeling, he said.

"Sane you are" the friend quipped as he left Naina at the cashier's desk to do his job.

Why does he always make my heart sting like gini, anyway. Not knowing at all. Ahmad, yes .. His name is Ahmad. Good, the fight goes by the name.

Naina smiled, the red hue on her cheek appearing to be an ornament. Blushed as he imagined her calling his name.

Ahmadis.

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The intention is to up two chapters, but what is the power of the body condition is not supportive. Sorry, yes, everyone and happy reading.