Ustadz Idol
Like a Goat congek

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" Who?, your girl?", asked Azka when she saw Moses approaching her along with a beautiful girl of medium stature, straight-haired shoulder to shoulder. But a moment later after they were closer, Azka focused instead on Sari's right hand wrapped in a cast.

Musa sat next to Azka who was sitting in a long chair on the edge of the field which is usually as a spectator seat if there is a volleyball or badminton match on the field.

Sari followed to sit next to Moses, of course using physical distancing aka keep the distance. Fear of getting too close.

" This is Sari, Grandpa Atmo's granddaughter, your neighbor, when you didn't know her?". Moses introduces Sari.

Sari just waved her left hand, busty, " hi. Greetings know, I'm Sari "

" I am Azka", they call each other by name. Azka continued to pay attention to Sari, her gaze reluctantly shifting from Sari's face.

" True beauty, how can I just find out there is a girl as beautiful as this living next to my house", inner Azka.

Ehem....

Moses cleared his throat because Azka was long enough to look at Sari's face. It looks like Sari is feeling uncomfortable.

" It turns out that Atmo's grandfather had a granddaughter who was very beautiful, I just found out, which I know his grandson who is a boy" said Azka while turning her eyes, then thinking for a moment.

" Dimas.., yes I have a grandson whose name is Dimas, several times I met when returning from the Ied prayer every Eid".

" If the girl, I just found out, rarely goes out of the house if you come here?", guess Azka.

" Yes Kak, after all have no acquaintance of children here, continue to return home at least 3 or 4 days have returned to Malang, so mending at home using the time that is only a short time with grandmother and grandfather", answer Sari.

" Ooh.pantesan".

" But every year I go to my grandfather's house to make friends, why are you never seen?", asked Azka curiously.

" Maybe again behind, because every leaflet of his guests grandfather so much, so after the same silence Grandpa, grandma and mama-papa, usually directly to the back" explained Sari.

" Oooohhh....., if you may know, your hand why?", Azka who had been watching Sari's hand chose to ask rather than be curious.

" Fall down the time of the motorbike bonceng temen", replied Sari as necessary.

" Oh, fall...why do you two know each other?", Azka's question this time made Moses who had been kept silent like a fairy, chose to give an answer.

" He went to public high school, so he was my student.You are a lot of nanya, when did you come home from Bandung?", asked Moses while looking at Azka fixedly.

Moses realized that Azka could not take his eyes off Sari from earlier.

" Year noon, it has started making thesis, so can not often go home, time runs out for college and looking for thesis material" Azka explained.

" Sister of college in Bandung?", Sari asked Azka.

" Yes, are you interested in studying in Bandung as well?", asked Azka curiously.

" It used to be cool, never discussed the same my friends, but do not know what will happen later, maybe just go to college here, pity if grandfather lives alone" murmured Sari.

It turns out that Azka and Sari continue to chat, hope Musa invites Sari to the field in order to have a comfortable chat turned out to get interference, instead Sari so keep talking with Azka.

" Sister.., Naura wants to pee, let's go home spit-cheek", suddenly Naura who has been playing fireworks in the middle of the room with other small children, and, he ran to Azka and pulled his hand.

" Yes.yes we go home now", Azka stands up and follows Naura who is still pulling her hand.

Azka looked at Sari, "Tomorrow if there is time, we continue to talk to Sar, if you don't mind, tomorrow, I want to take a walk to the fun hangouts here", Azka yelled a little because Naura kept pulling her hand.

Sari just nodded with a smile.

" It's a good thing that Naura pulled Azka to go home soon, otherwise I might continue to be a goat-loving listening to them busy talking together", said Moses.

" Have you met all this time?", asked Moses inquiring. They live next to each other. Supposedly every time Sari went home Lebaran to his Grandfather, when Azka also returned from his boarding houses in Bandung. They should have known each other first.

Sari nodded again, "Sari rarely goes out of the house, or messes around the complex here. Most first if you go out with grandma and mom for shopping, or go on a family vacation to Baturraden, there grandfather also has lodging managed by his sister", explained Sari.

" I'm sorry, about the conversation you had with Azka, if you didn't hear me wrong, she mentioned another Grandpa Atmo granddaughter, is she your brother?", asked Moses who pretended not to know, though he had heard quite a lot of information about Sari's family from Uncle Irsyad.

Just as a matter of conversation, because Moses did not know what to chat when just alone with Sari like this, even though there were actually so many small children in the middle of the room, but none of them were known, so it felt like the two of them.

" Yes, Dimas is my brother, but this year he can not go home" Sari replied as necessary, then Sari stood up from her seat, apparently reluctant to discuss about her brother, Sari, maybe because he didn't want me to ask too far and find out the truth about his brother.

" Why stand up?, haven't you relaxed since then?, you said your mama is the same bi Nunung has not finished making the cake, but when I passed in front of your house earlier I saw you again chatting on the terrace with someone through a video call", Sari was a little surprised because it turns out that Moses had seen him relaxing on the terrace, so it is impossible to make an excuse to go home because you want to help mama and bi Nunung in the kitchen, it is clearly caught lying.

" You don't like me wondering about your family?, okay.I won't ask any more questions, now just sit back, watch the kids play fireworks", pinta Musa patted the bench where Sari was sitting, telling Sari to return to her position.

Sari followed and sat down again next to Moses.

They were both silent for a few minutes, as no one spoke, it felt so awkward sitting next to each other like this.

Kruwuk....

The stomach of Moses sounded, indeed Moses did not spend his compote and sweet tea, therefore now his stomach rang out in protest asking to be filled.

" Would you accompany me to eat?", asked Moses, when he saw Sari laughing, hearing the sound of Moses' stomach.

" Eat what?". Sari asked still with her smiling mouth shut.

" We walk for a while to the fork at the end there, it seems that when passing by I saw the seller of catfish pecel who went up there" said Moses.

Sari nodded, of course happily Sari followed Moses' invitation, although Sari did not feel hungry, but this was a rare moment, when else could walk alone and have dinner alone with Ustad his idol.

" Do ustadz have no brothers?, what does Sari mean about an only child?", Sari opened the conversation as they both walked to the fork at the end of the complex.

" Yes, I am an only child, Abi said when Umi gave birth to me first, Umi had been in a coma for three days, because of heavy bleeding during the process of giving birth to me. Abi was desperate when Umi was unconscious, Abi continued to pray for Umi's healing, until three days of Abi's do'a finally granted by the Most Healer, the Most Healer, umi wakes up and searches for my whereabouts, Umi is afraid of anything happening to me, but thankfully I'm fine".

" Since then Abi immediately did a vasectomy, Abi did not want umi to get pregnant again, he was afraid Umi would go into a coma if giving birth to another child" said Musa explained.

Abi's love for Umi, who is so afraid of losing