Utami Khoirunnisa's
9. Glimmer love.

Being liked by someone might make anyone feel appreciated. But if too many people like, will make the head dizzy because of thinking about it.

Not dizzy because it is complicated to think about all that, Precisely Utami does not care, the goal to school is to demand knowledge, but what makes it disturbed is, the students who envy him. So that away from him, hostile to him, makes the girl's mental a little disturbed.

Often Utami comes home with a pent-up upset, even he does not care about the rain that soaks his body at this time. Utami did not forget that mother always gave him an umbrella, he deliberately let the rain wet his body, At least, people will not know if he cried.

"Assynnya!" Greetings as soon as he arrived and settled himself in the wet wooden chair on the terrace.

"Waalaikumsallam" As she opened the door she answered. His gaze turned sharp when he found out Utami's wet uniform.

"You're sane? In the umbrella love even rain rain?"

Utami.

"In search of teing tea diseases"

Utami was still silent, she knew, mom must be having trouble at home, it's okay if she's getting out, really!

"Most play the same temen not really you mah" Now mom blames her friend, of course Utami does not accept.

"No, Umi rained down on her own, not taught to be calm"

"Naha atuh, the bigger the tea the less thought"

Utami fell silent again, Inwardly read the mantra.

"Istigfar Utami, don't volunteer, you're wrong!" his inner.

Without speaking, Utami immediately went in to clean up, ate, and went to school where it should be her third day.

He walked with a slow pace, absolutely no spirit, but until the mosque all changed, Karna Abi of course, and children who comforted him. They continued to call "titles" and complained about many things after the After-school lesson.

"Now, Take ablution for the preparation of Isya prayer, later continue to learn again" Titah Abi was soon obeyed by children.

"You used to love a pildacil champion, huh?" Utami asked as Abi was about to move on.

"You're so great, I'd love to be Da'i"

"Amin Inshallah" Abi smiled shyly. "oh yes, from tomorrow I also want to pay a salary, and the good news, Mr. Ustadz Amir will return from Mecca" he continued.

"Sir Ustadz Amir?"

"Yes, he is a teacher who always teaches children at once I also learn from him, Some days I just guide children until he returns umrah" he explained

"Oh, thank God, if that's what I also want to invite temen naji here, God willing they want"

Utami put great hope, just like Abi, they want to prosper the mosque, filled with useful activities, especially by young people, especially young people, because most teenagers today are in the wrong scope of association. How a country will progress if the next generation will be destroyed, corrupted, and depraved, which will create a leader far worse than before. Naudzubilahimind...

If his family always told Utami what he could not do, useless, unreliable, and only a burden on the family, at least Utami wanted to pursue one thing...It is a recitation of the Qur'an and the hadith.

"You why? rich again sad?" abi asked after a moment of silence.

Utami was a little surprised, but he immediately swung "Ngak papa really"

Abi smiled faintly, then opened the black beads that were wrapped around his white hands. It was given to Utami.

"If the mind is empty again, try to keep dhikr and read sholawat" he smiled.

Utami was stunned, her eyes glazed over, What is a gift for her? Does Abi care about her? Really, his heart feels better.

"Thank you, how will you go?"

"There's still some prayer beads at home" he grinned as he scratched his non-itchy nape.

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