Friends Towards Heaven
A brother?

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Can I still miss? I promise this time I won't overdo it in expressing my taste. Can ya?*

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After I finished gladi, I decided to go back to looking for bang fathan.

I was just sitting in front of the hall.

I don't dare go down this school any deeper.

Because I only went here once. I sat here for 30 minutes.

But I never saw bang fathan.

One by one my friends had come out of the hall and the last of the priest and brother Azzam who came out.

"Eh, son Aisyah hasn't gotten in the car?"

Ustadz priest ended my wait this afternoon.

"Yes, ustadz."

I finally gave up and decided to get in the car.

Tomorrow, we are ready to go.

We left at 3pm because the show started ba'da maghrib.

I'm ready with my white robe and white hijab.

The trip to Al Islah High School takes an hour and a half.

During the journey I continued to repeat the surah that I was going to read.

Hopefully God will make it easier for me in the future.

Fathan pov - :

Today is the H day event at my school I have forgotten the incident yesterday that had made me a little restless last night I called abi azmi.

Ask the news and do not forget to ask the news of Caca.

It turns out that Caca is good, as I saw yesterday he's fine.

After everything felt fixed, we members of the sausage were told to sit on the 3rd saf because this event was held at the mushola.

After performing the prayer maghrib congregation, acarapun began.

Protocols are ahead. My position right now is the left corner. I don't think it's too flashy when viewed from the front.

"Well, before the event we continue it would be nice to start with the chant of the holy verse of the Qur'an to be brought by the sister of aisha humairah."

I looked deeper.

Afraid that Aisyah will look at me.

I saw it through the corner of my eye.

My Caca looks graceful with her hijab and white headscarf.

God, protect my heart from the feelings that will put my love on you

His voice began to fill the mushola.

Just like yesterday, her voice shook and it was still beautiful.

I enjoyed his voice out loud but implied a line of subtlety.

After closing the reading I still see it through the corner of my eye, while some of my face I cover with a turban so as not to be too clear.

But before moving on, he glanced at me. Glanced for a while and stood up to take his Koran and looked again at my kaearah. Really am.

For whatever sake I am currently nervous once I lower my head even deeper and no longer dare to look at Aisyah.

If a few years ago I was free to see him whenever I wanted, now I intend to further limit the association with Aisyah.

Anyway I'm not the mahrom and I don't want to insult her by looking at her continuously while I know who she is not for me.

Caca went back to his place.

The event continued with full service.

I was dissolved by the event this time because it peeled the issue of Indonesian awareness about Palestinian Muslims.

Although my heart occasionally piqued to keep meeting the caca later, but I had to affirm that it was just a demonic seduction.

Yep! I would do that if my name and the name of Caca were put together in a glorious place, lauhul mahfudz.

Our school event was completed at 9 pm and it was accompanied by a break of isya prayer. Because even though we carry out religious events, prayer is still the pillar of every charity that we do.

من اقامها فقد اقام الدين،ومن هدمها فقد هدم الدين

Prayer is the pillar of religion, whoever upholds it, then he has established his religion. And whosoever breaks it, he has torn down his religion

After the show, I intend to return to the dormitory.

When a few more steps reached the dormitory, I felt that someone was calling to me but I said so.

I look back and I look around. There's no one. I glanced at the watch

"Hour 10"

muttered.

"audzubillahiminasyaitonirajim"

I'm not afraid, but I don't think it's a time when I'm outside let alone alone alone.

I decided to go into the dorm and be ready for bed.

Meanwhile, the,

Aisha pov :

I'm sure the guy I saw in the corner was bang fathan.

I could see from his thick eyebrows and also his gnawing. But why did he try to cover it with a turban?

I really intend to meet him after the show is over.

I saw him using a black turban and also wearing the same tunix as the other Osis boys.

After the event was over, I asked one of the women, the high school student who I believe is a 10th grade student.

"Sir, afwan. Brother wants to ask. Do you know Muhammad fathan al zikri?"

that's how I asked.

"Oh, maybe you're back in the dorm. The dorm's there."

He pointed towards the south.

"Thank you deck."

I hurriedly came out of the mosque and quickly put up my shoes and then half ran towards the dormitory appointed by the adek who did not know what his name was.

I really don't care if I go alone or both.

Obviously, I need to see my brother right now. Strange as well, usually I go to the bathroom just ask for the same company.

Let's just say I'm doing all this under my consciousness. Hehe.

I kept walking towards the dormitory, though,

I saw a man with a black sacrifice and wearing the same tunix as a bang fathan.

I was pretty sure he was my brother.

But he was already very close to the sons dormitory.

It's not natural that I'm a woman to meet bang fathan at the boys' dorm.

Night tonight again. Even though I'm doing this subconsciously, I still have ethics.

I tried to call from a distance.

"Bang fathaaaan."

My voice's hoarse. Because he screamed he stopped. I called you one more time.

"Muhammad fahtan al zikri."

I'm trying to convince him he's Jonathan's brother.

He managed to turn around. Allah, it turns out that it is true bang fathan.

I really want to go to him. But urung when bang fathan rushed into the keasrma.

I muttered.

"Abang, I saw brother. Caca did not dare nyamperin brother to the dorm. Brother, aisha longs." ((