The Love of Habib
Chapters 1.3
I'm tired of hearing their talk. So I took my wallet out of my bag, took a million cash and gave it to the girl. For the price of his answer and as my guilt-redeemer.
"Now, buy something out there to fill the stomach." I said while putting it in the hands of the girl.
Seeing the money of one million in the hands of the girls, all those who had talked about me immediately gawked. They might not have expected me to be this generous. Eits, I now have a lot of savings, 3 ATM cards that will guarantee my future life so I won't be stingy.
"Eat. I still have a lot of bread in my hand." Dira suddenly came.
He gave Girl 2 peanut butter bread from a brand that is no stranger. After handing over the bread, Dira looked at me with a smirk on her lips. As if he was mocking me. I glared back at him, this kid loves to make trouble.
After Dira left, I also immediately went to my bed.
"This is a chocolate of desire. After drinking it you won't get hungry easily."
I was stunned, glancing at the person speaking from the corner of my eye. Gisel turned out to also come to Girl, she gave him a bottle of chocolate milk diet from a certain brand. Astonished, Gisel and Dira suddenly give Girls what they like. Maybe because what Siti said had upset them like me.
"Well, you're rich now, girl." Siti looked at the amazement of money and stuff in front of the Girl.
The girl had rejected them but Dira and Gisel insisted it was okay so she gratefully thanked him. After talking to Dira and Gisel, he came to me.
"Don't refuse, this is my promise. If you reject it then get your nose out of my sight tomorrow." I said bodo very much, lying on the bed while pulling my warm blanket.
The girl didn't say anything at first but she didn't step aside. I don't want to know and sleep behind her, pretending to sleep.
"Aish..thank you.this money is very much." Slowly I heard the sound of her sobs.
I was surprised to hear him cry. So I immediately turned to face him.
"It's nothing." I said weird.
He wiped his tears while tightly grasping the money in his hand.
"It's so much..." He said he looked embarrassed.
I was silent at his words. I'm honestly confused about this situation. After thinking for a while I finally distracted her.
"Em, I want to ask you again." I said purely curious.
I rolled my eyeballs in wonder, "It's free."
"This..did you know habib Thalib?" Ask doubt.
He looked at me with bright eyes. Her crying went nowhere. This reaction is too much. Is habib Thalib as extraordinary as those people say?
"Habib Thalib is the manager of the cottage, Aish. He just 6 months ago came home from Egypt and is now teaching at the boarding school. Habib Thalib was a very kind and friendly person, Aish. If there are students who ask questions outside of teaching time, he will always answer them seriously and patiently. In addition to having abundant knowledge and likes to spread it, habib Thalib also has a handsome face. He is a person who likes to smile and has good manners. Habib Thalib is a role model for all of us. Em, I think maybe habib Thalib is the most handsome man in this boarding school. But even so he is always humble, does not like to get too close to the opposite sex and respects us. So it is not surprising that many santriwati or ustazah who harbored a taste for him. Even I heard there were already some santriwati and ustazah who sent proposals to him but to this day I have never heard habib Thalib respond to any of the proposals."
Smiling, handsome, friendly, have good manners.all this reminds me of brother Khalid. Because Khalid's brother is always smiling, he is very handsome, and has good manners and is friendly to anyone. Is this not too coincidental?
The same call, the same character, are Habib Thalib and brother Khalid the same person?
"Is Habib Thalib tall?" I asked to hold back.
The girl smiled widely, "She has a tall body, a pure white skin, and there is a small mole in the corner of her right eye."
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It..really he! Perhaps habib Thalib and brother Khalid were the same person because brother Khalid also had a small mole in the corner of his right eye.
"I want to meet him. Can I see it"
"Assalamualaik."
My words were cut off by someone's greeting.
"Waalaikumussalam, ustazah." It turned out that the one who came was an ustazah but I didn't know him.
I wanted to continue asking but the ustazah suddenly called my name.
"Is there anyone here named Aisha Rumaisha?"
That's my name.