I Love You, Ukhti
Chapters. 14 Debate with ustadz

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"Remain you at the door! waiting for the red carpet?"

"Ck.yeah, I'm a famous and beautiful artist certainly ustadz!" answer firda

"sorry, the carpet is still being washed!" Ustadz

"Ck. au ah dark" said Firda clucking and stepping into the classroom with horror stomping feet.

It is interesting to see the debate between Ustadz Candra and Firda, because only the city girl dared to answer every time Ustadz Candra spoke, not even the culprit Alvin. who can only obey all the talk of this one ustadz. And it became a separate entertainment for the audience who witnessed the debate of the two.

"so you feel beautiful?" tanya Ustadz Candra glanced at the beautiful girl who was beside her seat.

"Alright this afternoon do not have to take a shower, and later invite Melati to the grocery shopping market in this ponpes!" he added flatly and turned back the book in front of him to prepare to continue the material.

the statement made Firda throw his sharp gaze towards the government and successfully invited the laughter of the entire class.

"patience Firda, consider this a test," Firda passed from beside Ustadz Candra to his seat with a thunderous laughter.

The fiqh lesson that is usually the most feared by students because of the Ustadz killer, suddenly became the most missed lesson of class X this language. especially if not for the ridiculous debate of the two people. Ustadz Candra with her firmness, Firda with her innocence that can sometimes make the expression of Ustadz Candra who is always flat and firm in front of the santri becomes reddened with embarrassment.

in fact, not infrequently also laugh with them and it becomes a pleasure for children of class X language.

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The days passed by Firda in this pesantren is not easy. adapting to new things that are very contrary to previous lives, but giving up is not an easy word for a Firda. Although sometimes his heart screams to give up, but his persistence against the scream.

" Fir, this Friday is still serious," said Nurul who just landed his body on the mat where Firda mediated wkwk.

"yes, from earlier instead," said Melati who had just returned from the bathroom.

" the cave is not a rich pinter elo Rul, the cave wants to be able to read the writing, at least before the cave order is here in a week!," replied Firda showed a book of learning the Qur'an in his field.

the answer that made Nurul smile proudly of his best friend.

" all need the process of Fir, surely you can," Nurul hugged his best friend who was not long known.

Seeing his two best friends embrace each other Melati did not want to miss, after putting a towel into place and Nimbrung hugged his two best friends. Melati never thought it would be this close to Nurul, yes they are friends and always one class since tsanawiyah but Melati never dared to approach because it is

their status is different. And the difference in status seemed to disappear due to the presence of Firda. Dead saw many other sides of Nurul who had been looking very soft and graceful.

"Firda, there is a crybaby!," said one of the santri who called Firda and disperse the three friends who fi shrouded the taste of haru.

"Who? cave parents, right, come here next week?," asked Firda astonished.

"no idea, I saw a guy!," said the santri named Arum.

Firda thought for a moment to see his two friends hinting at the question which was then nodded by both of them after getting a nod from his two best friends, Firda soon meets a visiting guest who is believed to be not his parents but a man.

"Aarrrggghhhhhhhhh...... Abaaoggg..... Saranghaeee!," cried Firda so happy after knowing the person in the pesantren gazebo was his brother Irfan who had come home from Germany.

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