The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
There's a way

Robi came home from Abah's house with a radiant face, a wedge in his heart, a moment of plong, after being chatted with Tiara. He's headed back to his cowboy.

Mang Daman is still not home, Robi chose his cell phone mantengin, he was picking motorcycles there, there was one that he clicked and immediately sent his photo to Tiara, [I want that one, I want that one, please find it],

Long Robi waited for an answer from Tiara, even until a long time, "Duh.where again, the next hour did not do anything, reply chat aja could not", Robi mumbled.

He kept his phone because long time no reply, long time he fell asleep again.

Outside Pondok , every weekend there is always a spilled market, many traders who sell their merchandise there, the students are always enthusiastic to visit the market, yes...itung-itung just refreshing from mumetnya studying every day.

They are mostly just a walk, at least just looking for breakfast, because as a santri they are not equipped with a lot of money by their parents.

"This seems to be the location we're looking for, right up the hill there, Robi fell, she should be on the hill" Ronal noticed the mound of the hill above the settlement.

"I see this complex or what?", Ilyas continued to pay attention to the hill behind a complex.

They have arrived in front of the cottage, they believe the place where Robi fell is a hill above.

Ronal and Ilyas were having breakfast at the tofu cutter, while continuing to guess the location of Robi's fall.

"Sir, have you ever heard of anyone being found up there?", Ronal tried asking the seller of the peel, just call Mang Amat.

"People are missing?", Mang Amat asked.

"Yes like that, have any residents here ever found people or bodies on the hill there?", Ronal asserted.

"Ah...seems like nothing, Mang is real people here, and every Sunday sales, but have never heard of it" explained Mang Amat, while his hands are busy preparing his annual coup order.

"Oh..., if the building there, complex or settlement Mang residents?", it seems like there are also many houses", Ronal asked again.

"That's not the Den complex, that's the pesantren building, which lined it up. Many go here, some come from outside the city as well, Mang's son there is also one who studied there, his famous teacher, Abah Ilham, expert in the yellow book", explained Mang Amat.

"Oh...., so everything under that hill, the pesantren complex all right Mang?", Ilyas asserted.

"Yes Den", Mang Amat nodded.

"Is it possible, Robi was there?", whispered Ronal.

"And it's been said, the original Mang here also never heard anyone found there, how you are", Ilyas seemed annoyed.

"Yesterday you see no, the person is very handsome, especially when participating in prayer, wearing cocoa and sarong, alamak..., Ustad Fikri just pass by", he said", the great-granddaughter of some veiled women who passed through Ronal and Ilyas.

"Huh.., women if you see a man's cakeup must be excited", grumbled Ronal.

"Is that Robi?", guess Ilyas.

"You'll hear, that guy said he was wearing koko and sarong, where maybe Robi, he's really illfeel the same two clothes", great-grandson Ronal.

"Yes, too, during the Thanksgiving event at my house, he wore his jacket and jeans", kekeh Ilyas.

"Continue..., how, where are we looking?", Ronal sighed.

"Yes, we can be patient, if for example Robi is there, let it be time, let him be safe from Dery and Eko, we just want to know , we try to send a message to his phone, if he survives, he can definitely read a message from us" Ronal suggested.

"Yes..I'm sorry, how come I just thought of it?", Ilyas patted his eel.

"Yes, we're back now, don't make Dery suspicious, bring him food, let him be happy",

Ronal and Ilyas bought some food to take to Headquarters, after which they returned to ride their motorcycles leaving the cottage.

Shortly after Ronal and Ilyas left, there came Ustad Fikri, Ustad Dzaqi and Ustad Fadil, they also had breakfast in the tofu shop Mang Amat.

"Thank you Mang", smile Ustad Fadil.

"This is the cup, let's eat!, why even so", Ustad Fadil thrust two plates of peel into front of fikri and Dzaqi.

"Ustad Dzaqi directly devoured the coup, only Ustad Fikri was silent, he glared far away.

"God, this is our Ustad from now on even dumb, let's eat first kupatnua, do not continue to eat heart", kekeh Ustad Fadil, he devoured his last feed.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm done", Ustad Fadil's smile, he again glanced at Ustad Fikri who was still sculpting.

"This must be because of the stranger, he felt he had a great rival to get his love for Tiara" Ustad Dzaqi wrote.

"Robi.., his name is Robi", smile Ustad Fadil.

"Yes, Robi, she's my beloved girl, don't take her from my side", Ustad dzaqi's tease.

"What the hell you guys, can be quiet no, no more dizzy" snapped Ustad Fikri.

"Yes, Ustad don't be upset, there is still a way, if your partner is not going, pray'alah, Ustadku", Ustad Fadil tease.

"It's a step away, it came suddenly, it's messed up" murmured Ustad Fikri.

"Why not just die is a person" murmured Ustad Fikri.

"Astaghfirullah Tad, this is all God's destiny, no one can guess what will happen to us, now and then, all the secrets of God, including with Robi. It was not that he wanted to fall on that hill and be found by us", Ustad Dzaqi patted Fikri on the shoulder.

"Remember Tad, mate, die, love and delight, it's God's secret" Ustad Fadil recalled.

Apparently the third conversation Ustad had heard Mang Amat, he remembered the two young men who asked for missing people.

"After Ustad, sorry I went to nimrung, did Mang hear there was a stranger?, there?, he was the person found there?, because there were two young men who asked that question", explain Mang Amat.

"What Mang, is there anyone looking for someone here?", Ustad Fikri turned to face Mang Amat.

"Yes Ustad, but they're gone again, it looks like from Kota, the cool-looking Ustad", Mang Amat smiled.

Ustad Fikri almost told me about Robi, but Fikri and Fadil signaled with his eyes, so that the fikri would not tell the story.

Ustad Fikri also understood with the signal, he did not tell a story. "Have eaten first!, we still have a show at the lodge" Ustad told Dzaqi.

After paying, they returned to the cottage. "We don't tell anyone about Robi without Abah's permission" Fadil glanced at Fikri.

He was afraid that Fikri would prolong the matter, especially if he was very disturbed by Robi's presence.

"Yes.., I also understand", Fikri muttered as he continued walking towards the cottage. But his heart began to put together a plan to get rid of Robi from the cottage.

Robi woke up from her sleep, she immediately checked her phone, she saw no reply chat from Tiara, "Duh.., time must be sampled to the house again, reply chat just long ", back Robi grunts.

Tiara just opened her phone when she came home from Madrasah, she just taught the children there. He found a message coming in from Robi, "God willing, this is a person, is it not wrong to want this sport bike?, have what money?", Tiara glanced at the photo of the motor sent by Robi, who was looking at the car, not to lose his surprise, there are more incoming messages from Robi.

[I've transferred all the money, it's enough to buy the bike, if it's less, it's easy, I'll transfer it again],

"Assalamu'alaikum, ouch...kou you are like a child who asks for toys instead of buying yourself?", Tiara immediately called Robi.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, I ask for help once again, if I buy, all will know my identity, can be messed up, if you're used to it, motor collection , so they will not suspect", obviously Robi.

"Yes.iya.iya.i try", I",