The Journey of Love of the Monty Girl
Are You Ready, 'Fah?

The next day, on a working holiday. Last night, Naziah made an agreement with Ifah and planned to exercise to fill their morning.

Therefore, after carrying out his duties as a Muslim. Now, Naziah already looks beautiful, neat and stylish with his sports clothes.

She wore a green tosca outfit one set, specifically for Muslim women. Combined with a sports-specific headscarf with a black hat, matching that headscarf.

Right now, Naziah is busy wearing and tying his white sneaker laces. While talking to someone through earphones that are connected directly to the phone in his outfit pocket.

"Yes. Wait, sec. I'll be sliding soon." replied Naziah. While continuing to tie one by one his shoelaces.

"...."

"Hm. Okay, it's done. I skate." replied Naziah again, excited.

Then, instantly move away leaving temporarily. Mess his dwelling place, with a small run. To meet Ifah who was waiting for him in front of the entrance gate of Mess. Yes, mess Naziah's place of residence. Made like a custom-built boarding building. With more complete facilities for permanent employees who are in office is quite important in the company where they work today. As for other permanent employees, such as Ifah. Also prepared mess, but with makeshift facilities and there is only one bedroom in it. And the two mess buildings, built flanking the company building itself.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mba'!" ifah said with a sweet smile towards Naziah.

When the position of Naziah who ran small, already seen and approached him.

"Wa'alaikum, 'Fah" replied Naziah smiling more sweetly. "Just right!!" connect Naziah.

"Okay.." replied Ifah and started running beside Naziah.

Last night, they also agreed to head for the city park. Which is not too far from there. It only takes about seven minutes to run.

On the way, while continuing to run small casually. They talk lightly.

"Where was yesterday's problem, Mba'? Did Mba' call Mama Mba' in the village?" ask Ifah while slightly glancing at Naziah's face.

"It is." replied Naziah slowly and briefly.

"Continue... What was his response?" ask Ifah again.

"Huh...! He handed me all the decisions. He said he would follow my decision. For the one who will live it all forward is myself, not him or anyone else. He also said, I am very mature. Which of course already knows very well what is good or not for me." replied Naziah while remembering the words of his mother last night through a phone call.

"So, did Mba' think about it and decide?" ask Ifah more and more to know.

"My brain is still too tired to think about it, 'Fah. I was like traumatized into a relationship with a man like him. Honestly, my former fiancee who was also a leader of a company in the city of P. Men like them are certainly much desired by women from various circles. That will do all sorts of ways to approach and get them. Even if it's a dirty way.

I purposely came to this city to run away from such a man who kept chasing me. And hope to meet an ordinary man who can make me fall in love with everything he has. That's it." replied Naziah at length and expressed the desire of his heart all this time.

"I mean, not falling in love after first having a relationship like that, 'Fah. I want a man who is secretly loving and not as aggressive as he was before. And let me realize his own love. By his tacit actions, attitudes and traits that he showed me." Naziah explained.

"H...??? Isn't Director Rega like that!" chirps Ifah like muttering, but still heard by Naziah.

"Yes. But, I don't love her, 'Fah" Naziah answered honestly.

"Em. means that's the problem here. Mr. Rega who too soon expressed his feelings to Mba'. So, not Mba' not loving her. But, that's right ... Mba' doesn't love him yet. My suggestion... Mba' try to have a relationship with him first. However, not a relationship. What the heck... Muslim boy's term now that?..em...I forgot!" ifah tries to draw conclusions. And tapping next to the temple trying to remember the term in question.

"Ta'aruf???!" timpal Naziah replied.

"Well, that's Mba'! How's it?" ifah said enthusiastically by brandishing his index finger like finding an idea. And ask again.

"Dam!!! I don't know 'Fah, I'll think again." replied Naziah by first exhaling a heavy breath through his mouth. "Come, we'll circle the park one lap! After that, we look for breakfast." continued Naziah want to end their discussion about the problems he faced at that time.

"Just!!!" answer Ifah

And they started to speed up a little. Until surrounding the park area that they have started to climb. After that, he continued to run on the sidewalk down the road to the park area while chatting.

After being satisfied running and decided to have breakfast chicken porridge at one of their subscription street vendors around the park. They decided to go home. Because the sun was already starting to scorch, the sign of daylight was starting to come.

They returned to the sidewalk they had passed. However, something suddenly stopped the steps of the two of them. And turn your eyes to one of the crossroads.

"Please...please...!!! There's copet. Help...!!!"

Shouts the voice of the middle-aged woman. Being able to stop the steps of Naziah and Ifah who were chatting while walking casually enjoying the sunny morning. And a rather deserted road with vehicles passing by around that road.

Naziah straightened his hearing. And staring alternately between two crossroads that they want to pass. Same with Ifah.

"Looks, that's the copy, Mba'!" ifah said with a tense face. Just pointing with his eyes. Naziah followed his friend's point of view.

A pickpocket with a stocky body and long hair. Seemed emerging from one of the intersections while running fast by carrying a woman's wallet shaped long in his hand. The distance of the taker was with Naziah and Ifah standing on one side of the shaft road, about a hundred meters.

Because the scream of the woman who experienced the tadpole was quite loud. And Naziah and Ifah's hearing was sharp. So, even though the distance between him and Naziah and Ifah was far enough, he could hear his screams.

"Are you ready, 'Fah?" tanya Naziah ambiguous.

Ifah rounded her eyes with a raised forehead and furrowed her eyes at Naziah's face. He did not understand at all, what Naziah meant to ask about his readiness at that time.