True Love Never Ends
Part 7's

Azhar called her mother from Jakarta and asked when Azhar would return home, because she felt that Azhar had been in Rafa village for a very long time.

"Well, you're ashamed to ride over there?" ask the mother a song from across the phone.

"Azhar here teaches every day. Azhar is also not bothering anyone" Azhar replied while plugging her cellphone charger because it was lowbat.

"When do you get home? Ummi and Abi have missed you"

"God's in a few days, still at home here"

"Yes already then, but quickly go home yes"

"Yes, Ummi. Oh yeah, Azhar's phone again in cas, Azhar's gonna call again. Ummi same Abi healthy yes"

"Yes, you too"

"Assynolder, Ummi"

"Waalaikum salam" after disconnecting his phone. Azhar immediately changed clothes from the previous teaching clothes, now she wears a t-shirt and training pants.

It was late in the afternoon, teaching and learning activities were also completed. And now Azhar is preparing to join the kite-playing boys.

"Is the wind strong?" azhar asked as she reached the field where the boy was playing kite.

"Tight, Ustadz." replied one of the children who was currently playing kites.

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Nasha was back on the road there while carrying her camera. Now he only wears a t-shirt and also slacks with a length below the knee in combination with flip-flops belonging to Grandma Elin. Want how else, Nasha only brought kedz shoes and mountain shoes, it turns out wearing flip-flops are much more comfortable.

When he photographed a beautiful afternoon view, again he was met with his handsome angel.

"If your soul mate does not go where" muttered Nasha. Nasha also walked over to Azhar and the children were engrossed in kite play.

"Hi.." said Nasha who came from behind Azhar.

Hearing that voice, Azhar immediately turned her head and at that time Nasha immediately captured the moment with her camera.

"You're taking pictures of me?" ask Azhar

"Engga, I'm photographing the scenery" Nasha replied casually and she returned to photograph Azhar calmly. He also took a picture of the boy laughing.

A glimpse of Nasha's childhood, where she only lived in an orphanage. No parents or family, no friends Nasha can. He was often moody and silent. Until he has a family that can give anything to Nasha, but it does not give him happiness.

Azhar who saw the look on Nasha's face that looked sad became sympathetic, even though she did not know what this city girl was thinking.

"You want me to take a picture, right?" bargain Azhar by accident. Even he himself was confused why he offered it.

"May.." answered Nasha and handed her camera to Azhar.

While taking the camera, Azhar saw a photo of herself and it left her dumbfounded. And Nasha who saw Azhar's expression even thought Azhar was confused because she could not use her camera.

"Here, I teach you how to take pictures." exclaimed Nasha innocently making Azhar even more astonished. Does Nasha think she can't use that camera?

"So, you're aiming for the object. Okey? When you get the appropriate object, you click here." said Nasha who made Azhar almost laugh but he held her back. He also did not dispute Nasha, as if Azhar accepted Nasha's teachings.

"Can you, right?" nasha and Azhar asked, nodding with a smile.

Nasha poses very cute among kite-playing children and Azhar takes pictures of her.

"Yes, let's line up" Azhar said with a happy laugh as she saw the boy looking happy.

"Yes do not need to line up times, you think you want a photo of the graduation lined up" said Nasha "Style pakek, which is important exciting" exclaimed Nasha and they also posed in their own style.

After taking enough pictures, Azhar ended the photo session.

"Udah many photos" said Azhar while giving the camera to Nasha. Nasha also checked the results of his photos and he felt amazed by the results.

"Wow, you're smart to take pictures. Just once taught it can" exclaimed Nasha who made Azhar chuckle. But he still did not defend himself that he was not that stupid.

"Thank you for the compliment" Azhar said, and it made Nasha think that Azhar was an innocent man.

He took aim at Azhar once again with his camera and his photograph made Azhar a little surprised.

"You are handsome, you know." praise Nasha brightly brightly while looking at the results of her photo "If you go to Jakarta, it could be a model" he said. Azhar opened her mouth to answer that she was from Jakarta. But Nasha's next question made Azhar again hold back the laughter "You've been to Jakarta yet?"

For some reason, Azhar felt a prank and she shook her head.

"Oh that's it.." muttered Nasha "Later to Jakarta, call me yes. I'll take you around the capital" Azhar just nodded like a fool but refrained from laughing.

Feeling tired after walking alone, Nasha dropped herself on the grass. He sat cross-legged while watching the scenery of the village is very beautiful, fresh, and do not forget the cool breeze. And for some reason, Azhar sat down next to him.

"You are lucky to be born in a place like this.." said Nasha again "You have a cell phone? We exchange numbers" Nasha said again.

Azhar also took out her old-fashioned phone that can only call and text, because her smartphone was in the cas earlier.

Nasha who saw Azhar's phone let out a faint sigh.

"Oh my goodness, Ustadz. This is only for emergencies, there are still people selling hp like this?" nasha asked, which made Azhar laugh. Azhar is deliberately still storing old-fashioned phones because it can be useful at any time, can easily signal and long-lasting battery.

"But it still works well really" Azhar replied with a small laugh, she felt anxious with Nasha's expression.

While Nasha thinks the man in her assessment is really a village, can not use a camera, her cellphone is also worthy of entry into the museum.

Nasha dialed her number from Azhar's cell phone, then she kept her number there. Nasha gave Nasha L's name in Azhar's contact. Nasha returned to the mesem mesem, thinking maybe he could stay close to Azhar? What's more, they've already dialed a phone number.

"So you're from Jakarta?" azhar asked, but she already knew the answer.

"Yes, I'm only here for a week" Nasha and Azhar replied, "I like the way Ustadz conveys material, if I can I want to continue to follow such studies" Nasha said.

"In Jakarta there is no study?" ask Azhar who's back to stale. It is clear that wherever there is always a study, what else is in Jakarta. The hometown of Azhar, where Azhar grew up and studied Islam in Al Hikmah boarding school. But for some reason, Azhar felt like it when Nasha thought he was a village youth.

"There is, but I never attended" said Nasha. And once again Azhar only ber oh ria.

"I also like the way you dressed yesterday" said Azhar arrived who immediately made Nasha turn her head and stared at her "Closed clothes make you look much more graceful" Azhar praised sincerely. Nasha who got the praise was already her heart fireworks. He wanted to jump up in excitement but he held back.

"I'm sorry, Nasha. You should also go home, it is almost evening" said Azhar and he stood up. Then get out of there because it's almost evening, and Azhar has to shower immediately and get ready for her nightly activities.

Nasha also stood up and prepared to go home with a happy heart.

"I have to talk often like that with Azhar, let it be closer" muttered Nasha happily.

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Tbc....