The Tarnished Holy
Maybe it is ?

Just one bottle of drink, shouldn't make her drunk like this .But,entahlah ..Lately the influence of the drink is so great, maybe the main trigger is caused because of his decreased endurance.

The lingering sense of drunkenness last night was still attacking his head, he thought the booze was also a damned aggressive woman who again failed to arouse his passion last night was useless, useless,because in the end his mind is still centered with the girl he slept with one month ago .It did not escape , he complained to his friend .Even if , the girl sia*lan was already in her appearance fox, but it remains the same the woman was not her. Yes, Phikhar was fully aware that he was the one he wanted.

Fikhar sighed, trying to cast out the shadow of the girl .But again failed, because the face again tortures and demands revenge for his mistakes.

The ringing of the phone in the aftershocks with the screen on it sounded in his pocket. Aryo's ? What happened to the man, when Fikhar had just returned from his house .

"Relvin ... Lo same interest Mikhaila ,kalo Lo want to try later I send to the apartment Lo now malem. Pretty, make Lo's brains!"

Mikhaila, the famous public figure of her beauty, plunged into the world of prostitution. Fikhar did not end up thinking, wearing a lot of barnd goods in the thought of no longer knowing how to use his money .Unexpectedly, to meet the material needs of his young woman was actually menjajahkan his body, with no pay according to Fikhar.

"Gue's not interested Ar , sory !" Calls are unilaterally broken . Fikhar took a slow breath & felt his life was so boring . This one month, the light of his life dimmed, lost and somehow he returned his.He was no longer passionate about anything whatsoever ,except for something about the young ustazah that had been seizing his mind.

Whether rhyme when , his car swerved then parked right in his aunt's yard .

Fikhar went down , walked casually up a few steps of stairs with the mind not knowing what he was going to do here .Error, what else if not to find out a little thing about the woman who has destroyed it so great.

"Bi May !" The man shouted .

"Fikhar, O Allah .here is the same mommy ?" Again, that question was thrown from his aunt's mouth. Moreover, because they know exactly the bachelor Mami Lena does not usually visit their house if not for the coercion of her mother.

"Neither bi, Fikhar will maen only. Fikri is there Bi? He said pleasantries while sitting his body after having had time to greet the hand of the sister of his mother .

"Oh..!" Bi May nodded in doubt .

"Fikri playing futsal, yes aunty made a drink first . What do you want to drink ?" Then he made an offer.

"What a bi !" The man seemed to stretch his head on the sofa. A moment closed his eyes then opened them again as the sound of footsteps walked closer towards him .

"Are you sick, Fikh ?" Bi May asked when she had just laid her ass on the sofa opposite Fikhar. While , Fikhar seemed to pinch one eyebrow . "Indeed, Fikhar why bi?" He said he asked back .

"It's different . Usually the nephew of aunty handsome, cool, neat , fragrant , continue...!" Bi May paused her speech and then stared intently at the nephew who had finished his seven-year gap. "Are you heartbroken, huh ?" Guess what then.

"Ne-gada deh bi !" Celutuk Fikhar denies his aunt's words . His eyes were diverted, reaching out for anything to avoid his aunt's gaze just now.

"Yeeh, don't lie to someone who has eaten more salt than you ." Said bi May while pulling her lips .He knows, his guess is not entirely wrong.

"It's a shame ... Why did it break up ? "Bi May's response sounded concerned.

Fikhar glanced at his aunt at a glance then gulped down the lime ice that his aunt had been feeding him. "Fikhar wasn't sure my mom agreed with our relationship !" He lied, but it sounds like it makes sense .

"Yes, as long as the woman is good, as a rule , can be set why not ?"Bi May response. Breathe in and smile soothingly.

"Well, that's the problem right there. He grew up in America . So, auntie knows for herself how the association there !"

"Patiently, Fikh "The aunt looked at her nephew with concern "If you may be honest, the aunt also disagree less if you marry the same western descendant.!"His assumption later.

"Yes, maybe what you think of a western girl is not much different from the view from the aunt's point of view!" Fikhar responded with a lazy face .Of course, this is not what he wants to discuss here.

"Partian, why don't you know who graduated from pesantren aja the Fikh .Aunty will have a lot of santri acquaintances, sometimes there is a suitable one in you !"

Fikhar cleared his throat, tried to behave as habitually as possible . His gaze was focused, he did not want to miss any discussion that led to the girl who recently made her almost crazy.

"Fikhar wasn't sure they wanted to be with Fikhar!" He sounds lethargic. He took a breath, felt a great impact on the heart as soon as the face of hatred that he had expected was present, a glance looming in the corner of his eyes.

"Why not , niece aunty handsome, mapan , good, just a lot of toying with the heart of women. As long as you want to change it can still be fixed ..!" Bi May said one by one the advantages of Fikhar. "Your uncle is also the same ,tough playboy, but as long as he wants to change, there's no reason for your aunt to reject his good intentions !" She tells of her husband's youth first. The woman called the aunt told me with a perfect twinkle, as if she was back in her youth.

"The problem is, Fikhar has never prayed bi.Agama Fikhar left behind is very far !" Again, the man complained about himself. His eyes glazed over .The rejection looked so real 'he knew he didn't deserve a girl as perfect as Nafisah .

"Well, that's the problem . Try to fix yourself first.because most good women are usually only for good men. Fikhar, however, the soul mate is a reflection of ourselves , so from now on fix everything!" Bi May advises .

"Don't ask for the good, but ..ask for the best!"Close it while smiling.

"According to aunt, maybe not if suppose a Sholehah woman is dating an urakan man ?" Tanya Fikhar was still not satisfied.

"Mungin. is very likely even ! Fikhar, matchmaking is not what we want, but what God wants !"Again, her aunt responded with a smile.

"I suppose the word aunt is so ..." For a moment, Fikhar paused his words ."Ustadzah Nafis want no yes Nerima Fikhar, as where aunt wants Nerima uncle !"He sounds doubtful.

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