Teach Me (Naina)
Chapter 173

The news of Naina's pregnancy spread so quickly, Alfin held a thanksgiving in the mosque with the worshipers. Witnessed by his old friends, they have changed a lot.

The woman who slandered Alfin bowed her head throughout the study. Seeing the happiness of Alfin and his wife, he really felt unworthy again.

"You see, they're so happy, right? You want to ruin it? Soon they will have children. Apologize to them, Brother sure they have a generous heart. They must have forgiven you" said the older brother, patting the woman on the shoulder.

He sobbed, how sinful because he had justified all kinds of ways to get Alfin.

"I was wrong, brother." He looked up, staring at the brother's face with wet eyes.

The man smiled, rubbing his hair covered by a long veil.

"You know wrong, you know what to do, right?" ask her in a soft tone.

The woman nodded, still sobbing bitterly. He will apologize to Alfin as well as his wife. The two refocused on listening to the tausiyah of a cleric who was invited by the mosque to fill the pre- Ramadan study.

Among them, Seira's family was also present at the event. They looked happy, with Biya occasionally glancing at Yusuf. Can't wait for next month, where the man will marry her.

Is Joseph ready to be my priest? The message Biya sent made Yusuf break out in a cold sweat.

He typed a reply message with trembling hands.

Insha'allah. Are you ready to be my mother? The teacher is always on alert to remind me.

The reply from Yusuf made Biya's heart rattled. The heart is beating uncontrollably, as if it will jump to meet the idol. Oh, falling in love with a million flavors, there's a longing to not see you. Falling in love with millions of feelings, always wanting to be friendly together.

God willing, if that is the priest, Joseph.

Flowers were scattered in Joseph's heart, no matter the environment. In his view, he is only one. The girl who was able to tear down her defenses, who was able to make her fear become homesick.

On the other hand, a teenager flirting increasingly here looking for a figure that interferes with his day. He clucked because he did not find him who was wanted.

"Eh, where are you going?" sergeant Fatih as Fathya stood up to come out.

"Get out, Pah. Fetid," he said, shaking his hands near his face.

The vast mosque was filled with pilgrims who came from various regions. Fatih understood, and allowed Fathya to leave.

"Yes, don't go far. You don't know this area, not our town, baby." Fatih's warning was taken by Fathya.

The teenager came out while glistening in all directions, looking for Alfin's boy who hooked his heart.

"Damf. No, nowhere is there, anyway? Sebel." he swore annoyed. Continue to move towards a gazebo that is not many people.

Sit with a lookout looking in all directions.

"Sister, hurry! I'm going to Mom!" The voice of a little boy teased Fathya's ears.

He looked back at the body, towards the other gazebo. The person he was looking for appeared, pulled by the boy who spoke earlier. Oh, he's handsome! Cold, but cold.

Fathya met, smiling alone. His hand squeezed the air of anxiety, wanting it to feel like pulling the cold teenager.

"Yes." Yeah."

His voice shook the soul, it was so melodious to hear. Fathya wanted to hear it again and again.

Don't leave!

His heart prevents weaning, but the mouth is unable to speak. The boy dragging the teenager's hand stopped his steps as he looked at the unblinking Fathya towards the older brother.

"Sister, isn't that the kid who used to be here? Same ustadz worshiper, Brother remember? From Jakarta that," asked the boy pointed at Fathya blatantly.

However, the girl was unmoved, swept away by the intoxicating charm of a Wildan. He's only half-baked, but the ranum isn't playful, it's tempting. Wildan raised his gaze, looking in the direction the younger brother pointed to.

The two ends of his eyebrows were linked, remembering the smiling figure himself among the many worshippers.

"Maybe. My sister is not very familiar. Come on!" Wildan pulled the boy's hand and took him away.

It was uncomfortable to get a deep look like Fathya did to him.

"Eh? How, go, anyway?" Fathya mumbled, stomping her feet as she stepped following the teenage boy's figure.

"Truly, yes ... look, cake. Time just keeps moving forward. He didn't know if behind him was a beautiful person following along," racau Fathya further accelerated the pace of his legs.

"Ups!" Fathya halted the move abruptly as the trailed teenager suddenly halted the move.

His sharp ears were very alert, not that he was unaware someone was following. Only, he didn't care much. Often it happened to him, Wildan was used to it.

"Why, Brother?" ask the little boy next to her.

Fathya was alert, he turned to his right and left looking for a place to hide. Then, running behind a pillar of the mosque hid themselves avoiding their gaze.

"There's nothing. Come on, it's Dad and Mom." Wildan again took the boy by step, approaching Naina and Alfin who were inside the mosque with their other brothers.

Fathya peeked, unconscious that someone had been standing in front of her.

"Duh! Abaghfirullah!" his screeches while holding onto his chest, his body bounced crashing into the pillar. Some time his face paled due to the presence of the figure.

"Why so?" He went along, and there was nothing suspicious. Then, he looked back at Fathya who was still hunting the air greedily.

"You, how, like seeing that ghost, anyway? Your face is also shaved. You sick?" asked the other teenage girl while looking at Fathya's face.

Eh?

Seira's son held her cheeks together, making sure she was okay.

"I-I'm okay, really. What are you doing here all of a sudden?" Fathya pointed at the figure of Salma who suddenly appeared before him.

The teenager held up two hands filled with plastic bags.

"I took this, to share with the newly arrived pilgrims," he said with a friendly smile.

Fathya rounded her mouth. There are still pilgrims coming.

"I'm helping, huh? It's okay, isn't it?" said Fathya trying to get closer to Alfin's children.

"Oh, can. Yuk! It's in the gazebo there's a new one coming." Salma pointed at the guests who had just gotten out of the car and were sitting in the gazebo.

Fathya nodded, taking out a large bag of snacks to share with the worshippers. Both look compact, familiar, and like they have a bond of friendship.

Wildan silently looked up, from where he was sitting he could see the two teenage girls were cool in distributing food.

"Sister, look what, anyway? How, from there look mulu?" cecar the younger brother.

"Nothing. Just look at the new congregation in dateng. Tonight, a lot of people came. Not like yesterday" Wildan sighed deeply. He glanced at his sister, and sighed in relief.