The Love of Habib
Chapters 9.10

Aish smiled coldly. It turns out that aunt wants the money.

"No, I won't lend it to auntie." Reject Aish cold.

"Auntie and uncle will definitely return it to you." Persuade aunt across there.

Aish staunchly, "No, I still won't lend you this money." Resist.

Aunt lost her patience. From the sound of her breathing roar Aish knew that aunt must be very angry across the street.

"Don't go too far, Aish! We are your family. Do you think we won't return your money?!"

"No," Actually, yes, but Aish lied.

"I just don't want to lend it to anyone." Said Aish again.

"Then what are you afraid of? We are your family and not strangers! Shouldn't you be helping your family?"

Aish laughs funny. Her aunt is very strange. Anyone would be afraid to lend him money when pressed like this?

Why does he not have this consciousness in him?

"I'm not afraid of anything. This is my money so I have the right to refuse to lend you any money. After all, my aunt's identity as my family wasn't enough to convince me. Yes, it is, bi. Auntie didn't have to waste time talking to me. I'm closing, assalamualaikum."

"Aish! Aish! Aunt still wants to talk to you! Aish wait-"

Aish didn't want to hear her voice anymore so she hung up straight away. He put the phone in its place. Silent, his dim eyes stared at the already silent phone without that annoying sound. Sighing deeply, he patted her on the cheek to refresh her sad mood. Smiling, he comforted his heart with the shadow of Habib Khalid who had made his heart flower. Convince himself that he only needs one habib Khalid and his world will not be sad anymore.

"Someday I'll visit grandfather." His whisper missed when his heart thought of the old face of grandfather.

Aish set her emotions and walked out of the private room. Outside he saw some santriwati was waiting in line to withdraw money at a counter that was deliberately prepared to make it easier for students to take money.

Aish has no cash left. Actually there are, but the amount is less than Rp. 50,000. This amount of money was not enough to meet his daily needs.

Gisel was also out of money. He had no money to spend and it was not good to spend time in Dira. Aish saw that Gisel was actually not feeling well but had no other way because the temptation of the canteen food could not be rejected.

Groping her pocket, Aish heaved a sigh of relief because at a time like this she still remembered carrying her purse.

So he decided to join the queue with other students.

...****...

Aish pulled 2.5 million from his own savings book. Before returning to the cafeteria, the cottage was deliberately prepared to meet the needs of the students. The goods sold are more dominant personal needs than food.

Aish buys bath soap, laundry soap, and other personal needs of women. Then he also bought some snacks for the children in the room. In one shopping Aish directly spent Rp. 500,000.

Unfortunately there are no fried foods sold, if there Aish must buy it because Gisel and Dira really like to eat fried foods since buying in the dorm canteen.

"I didn't realize I had bought this much." Murmured Aish Nelangsa saw his shopping bag.

He couldn't lift it alone but he couldn't ask others for help because he didn't know any of them. Mostly everyone is busy with their own groceries so Aish does not feel good asking for help.

"Afwan, do you need any help?"

Aish surprised. He was suddenly approached by a man.

"Oh, can I ask your sister for help?" Ask Aish politely.

Surprisingly Aish reflexes did it to this man but when he was with habib Khalid, he did not feel it at all.

"Of course you can. I happen to be here on patrol in the cafeteria." This is indeed his duty here and it is not once or twice that he helps others.

Aish.

"thank you. Then please help me bring all these things to the front of the girls' dorm." Aish said asking for help.

His attitude is very polite. Taking a quick look at this man, Aish guessed that he was his senior brother in the boarding house.

"Come on. By the way my name is Dimas, I am one of the disciplinary staff of the boys' dormitory in charge of maintaining the safety of the canteen." Dimas introduced himself to Aish.

Dimas was a friendly and warm-hearted person, people who spoke to him would naturally feel at ease. And so did Aish.

Aish did not feel uneasy and quite comfortable during the conversation with him. Aish thinks Dimas is a sweet talker because he gets along easily with women.

"So you're the same old brother as Nasha?" Aish has a pretty good impression of Nasha.

Dimas smiled with a smile.

"We went in the same year, so we're leaving."

"So this is your last year here?" Ask Aish to count.

"True but not." Bizarrely.

"Cock?" Aish's confused.

"True this is my last year studying here but also not because I plan to intern here. So maybe this isn't my last year." Dimas explained in a very patient tone.

Aish nodded in understanding. Hut education is somewhat different from public schools. If the public school is only 12 years old, then the boarding school is more than this. Maybe it can also be called direct entry to college education because after graduation some people definitely decide to intern at the boarding school cottage where they studied before or go looking for experience to other boarding schools.

This is common in boarding schools so many scattered young and handsome ustad who trick the hearts of santriwati.

"Oh, so." Aish responds so badly.

Talking to Dimas made him very relaxed on foot. Usually he would be exhausted every time he went back and forth from the dormitory to the staff office or canteen. But this time he did not feel it too much because of the fun of chatting.

"Eh, brother Khalid." Shocked Aish suddenly wants to run into hiding.

But this was only his mind for a moment because he immediately remembered that he and Habib Khalid had nothing to do so there was no harm in walking with other men.

After all, Dimas only intended to help him and did not intend anything.

"Habib Thalib is a wonderful person." Admired Dimas saw Habib Khalid being mobbed by many students.

Those santri were not idle at all. They each held a book in hand and asked the Habib for directions on each question they asked.

"Of course..." The people I love are not ordinary people. Inner Aish is proud.

Seriate...

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