Young Ustadz
Digital Wallet
Finished their dzuhur prayers rest in the courtyard of the mosque which is comfortable enough to rest. Decorated with green plants, a clean fish pond, and in the yard there is no garbage scattered even none.
Royyan and Nadhirah decided to walk around the courtyard of the mosque. Romantically, they chatted about this and that, in a jumble of laughter among those who walked holding hands so as to attract the attention of all who saw it.
"Kang!" Nadhirah.
"What?" ask Royyan.
"Hmmm can I say no?" Nadhirah wanted to say something but she felt bad to say that.
"Well? Is something forbidden? There's nothing, right? From earlier you were nyorocos talking!" Answer Royyan.
"It's different kang!" Nadhirah.
"Yes what? by the way, papa! Want to go to the toilet? come on in anter!" so you know Royyan.
"Not!"
"Well, what's Nadh?" ask Royyan.
"I'm um I'muuu it's euh me...."
"What Nadh? Curious know!" Royyan.
"I'm hungry! Hheh!" Nadhirah.
"What's? Hungry?"
"Yes!" nadhirah replied with a shy cry.
"You said you were hungry for a long time!" Royyan.
"Hheh, shame on ya!" Nadhirah.
"Him husband too!"
"God!"
"Yes, yu!" bring Royyan.
"Where?" ask Nadhirah.
"O Allah, Nadh, you are hungry, right?" ask Royyan.
"Yes!"
"If you're hungry, you have to ma?"
"Can!"
"That's all you know!"
"Jokan?" nadhirah asked with a tone of spirit.
"You ndak?"
"You want to want to!"
"Yes, come on!" Royyan.
Amidst the journey to the food merchant, Royyan suddenly frowned, stopping to arrive.
"I don't have any money Nadh!" replied Royyan.
"That's right! This is what makes Nadhirah not dare to ask for snacks!" nadhirah said with a sluggish return after his spirit was burning.
"Hheh, sorry! You got a husband like this!" Royyan.
"This Royyan kang is not kere, but not rich yet! No papa kang, I'll be loyal to kang Royyan!" Nadhirah.
"Thank you!"
"Yeah! Yes, let's go to umma! It's not even laper now!" nadhirah said that whether it was real or a lie just to comfort her husband.
"But jerk!" Royyan took off his velvet black peci, he opened it in the lychee's fold, and al result there was a single sheet of blue money nyempil there.
"There is no!" Royyan flaunted the money to his wife while wearing the peck again.
Nadhirah laughed at her husband's behavior which was funny according to him.
"Can I just keep putting money in there?" ask Nadhirah.
"You don't know? It's the santri's digital wallet! Not easy to lose, easy to reach, will not be left behind!" replied Royyan.
"Hahahah yes, digital wallet!" Nadhirah.
"Santri is usually, if not peci like this, usually in the sheath fold!" Nadhirah.
"Is that it?"
"Yes!"
"Experience huh?"
"Yes! Umma also often find money when you want to wash your sarong! But not fifty thousand, one hundred thousand and above!" Royyan.
"Huh huh, so not the snack?" ask Nadhirah.
"Well? he said no laper?!"
"Yahoooo!"
"Huhah, let's go!" Royyan.
Perhaps this event is one of the definitions of that every problem has a way and justifies that the balance is not going anywhere......
Gays, the author is writing a novel titled Two out of Three Years
Tells about a class of students who, this organization spent the last year of his Junior High School online, online exams and even graduation was done via online. Then continue the first year of High School online anyway, it is cool corona Force.
No meaningful introductions at the beginning of the entry. Stranger, the feeling that Anin felt when teaching and learning activities began to be done normally, face to face.
In the end this generation only had two years to build their story, creating bitter sweet memories of her sitting on the high school bench.
It's about Anindira Giannina with two of her three High School days.
Read yaaaaaa.... Thanksm....