Cinta Ilham & Zahra
MCIDZS. 32 Always Fighting

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There is no such thing as fighting without cause, but it is different if it continues to repeat itself. The same is true of the heart, which initially does not like to be liked, hates to be love. All of this is normal. But it is done by God's will and destiny.

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"No dizziness, you just can't understand and understand. Your parents may love you very much, Muhtaz. That's why they often advise you, demanding that you be what your parents expect you to be. You as a child may feel pressured by the demands and rants of both your parents, but it's all your parents intentionally do to educate you to be a knowledgeable and successful person." Ustaz Hasan began to open his voice after listening to all the complaints from Muhtaz.

"But Ustaz, that's not the way. I'm young, I need freedom, I still enjoy my youth with my friends. It's not that it should be demanded that makes the headache, even though there is still Papa who takes care of the office," said Muhtaz with full annoyance. His face turned red due to the emotions that started to flare up. However, Ustaz Hasan handled it very well.

"Muhtaz, listen Ustaz yes. You are deliberately put into pesantren to be a person who is knowledgeable and very intelligent, so that the demands that are often thrown are not heavy by you because you know what you should do. They want that you will manage the office with a smart mindset, not only profitable, but also develop quality, mission vision, and the growth of the company. So is science, the more you learn and memorize it, the higher is also the knowledge you have obtained."

Muhtaz fell silent after listening to all the explanations Ustaz Hasan had just made to him. It seems that he began to think and think about all his words, bring what Ustaz Hasan said is true.

"How's Muhtaz? You still want to blame your parents for everything that happened to you?" ustaz Hasan asked the young man before him. He was very sure that Muhtaz was not a wayward child, just the way his association and freedom were enough to influence him.

"What Ustaz said was true, but I felt that all this was unfair because it was too sudden and urged me to do everything, should have asked for my approval first, not like this," Muhtaz.

"Try you look back, no one's parents are willing to suffer their children, they really hope to make their children the best, although the way is a little different. You know, that's how your parents educated you. Not without reason they do that," said Ustaz Hasan who immediately made Muhtaz silent for a moment.

"Try to think again, son. Ustaz went inside first," continued Ustaz Hasan as he moved from his seat and left Muhtaz alone.

Muhtaz was silent and pensive at the thought of everything Ustaz Hasan had said just now. In fact, he himself did not know that it affected him greatly.

Long time ago and already understood the meaning of all the words Ustaz Hasan. Muhtaz was shocked by Zahra's voice that came without his knowledge.

The beautiful girl is now nearby with a cup of coffee and it has not been realized by Muhtaz.

"It's coffee for you, I keep it here." Zahra put the cup of coffee on the table, right in front of the man named Muhtaz was sitting.

"God, since when are you here?" muhtaz asked who was shocked because of Zahra's voice which made him realize from his silence.

"I've just come here, it's impossible to be here without walking first" replied Zahra with a face that was no less regrettable

"Why are you getting angry at me? I should have been angry with you because of you too, I almost wanted to hang out." Muhtaz complained and was very upset.

"You are also wrong yourself, daydreaming continues like that, tar kambet new to know the taste," said Zahra who wanted to leave the place.

"Eh, that's not it!" muhtaz said while holding Zahra's hand, making the girl angry.

"Astaghfirullah, take his hand off!" zahra firmly with emotions that began to stir.

"Eh, yes! Sick tau," complained Zahra while trying to release his hand from the man's hand.

"If you do not fulfill my request, then I will also not release your hands!" Muhtaz kept his stance by releasing Zahra's hand, even though the girl had repeatedly tried to persuade him.

"Muhtaz, I'm sorry. I'm a freelancer" Zahra told Muhtaz because he had no other way to persuade the young man.

"I will not let go!" muhtaz's assertiveness immediately made Zahra wrinkle his eyebrows.

"And I've been apologizing so much, you didn't let go?" zahra said with a little annoyance.

"It's wrong that you're also sorry I didn't like it, so I won't let go!" Muhtaz looked at Zahra with great satisfaction because the girl looked so upset, that it made Muhtaz happy to see her.

Zahra regained her emotions and was very angry at Muhtaz's attitude which seemed to make her uncomfortable. Even sucks in his opinion.

"Oh, you're so fucking right!" Zahra regulated her emotions so as not to be prolonged. However, it made Muhtaz laugh, making him have to be more patient with this man.

"What's? Let's just say it once, if you don't want to, don't papa either. Maybe I won't let go of his hand" Muhtaz said casually.

"Huh patient Zahra," said Zahra quietly as she adjusted her breathing which was initially filled with emotional turmoil.

"Well, what are you talking about?" muhtaz asked with a little closer to Zahra.

"Eh, there's no, '" Zahra hesitated slightly away so as not to get too close.

"Yes, where are you going? He said he wanted to apologize" said Muhtaz.

"Yes-iya undaunted." Zahra smiled and said, "I'm sorry Mr. Muhtaz."

"Well, that's not hard" said Muhtaz who then released his hand from Zahra.

"Emang was forced too" said Zahra slowly.

"What are you talking about, huh?"

"Eh, don't say anything. I go first" said Zahra, who immediately left Muhtaz, avoiding the man who often gets emotional and arguing.

"Hem, that attractive girl and quite adorable," murmured Muhtaz after Zahra left from before him.

The tall man also sat back in the front seat of Ustaz Hasan's house while enjoying a coffee made by Zahra that had made him a little entertained earlier, even by arguing.