MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 10's. Ospek 2

* azhar*

He was a little able to breathe a sigh of relief because during the ospek walk, Bang Fadhil compensated them for the time not to go to work first. Can not imagine if he and Akram still have to go to work after a day of ospek which is quite energy-consuming.

He just came out of the bathroom. His body was seen with a wrapped towel covering a piece of his lower body. His athletic white body piece was perfectly exposed. He walked while wagging his wet hair after shampooing with a small clean white towel.

Yep... Dou loundry walked, Fathin and Mitha did not let there was even a hint of stain attached to his clothes and Akram even a speck.

He crossed the mini kitchen where Fathin and Mitha were busy preparing dinner for the four of them.

He was suddenly startled by Fathin's shrieking voice while closing his eyes,

"Aaaaaaa, Zhar, what the hell are you doing? Very vulgar, you are tarnishing the purity of our eyes that are still virgin know!"

"Yes, here! Quality fishing comes here which is like gini. It could be for forty days we will not see the money violates the abstinence!" Mitha added dramatically.

"Haha! Bad, heresy copas from where else, Mhit?" His timpal chuckled as he dashed quickly behind the curtain that bordered between the bed and the kitchen.

"From Master the owner of the aji panglimunan, tuh, Akram!"

Akram, who had entered the bathroom, opened the door again and raised his head.

"Slander is more cruel than Hitler, guysss!"

His three friends were back laughing.

He stood firmly in front of the mirror, staring at the image of himself there. He smiled faintly when he realized that his appearance was indeed gallant when he was not wearing clothes.

"Has the Fahin & I cried!" A little bit of piquancy.

He and Akram do have a high body posture and athletic body even though it has not been included in the six pack category. A handsome face with clean white skin typical of kabaena youth in general, making both of them always the center of attention wherever they are.

Even Bang Fadhil the owner of "The Royals Coffe" must admit if the progress and development of turnover every month in his cafe can not be separated from the fruit of the good looks of the two employees. How not, every time the cafe is never empty of visitors because of the charm of both.

Even many of those who come do not hesitate to ask permission to take pictures with dou employees beraura "magic" (so Bang Fadhil called them both).

At first Bang Fadhil thought the four of them were lovers because they often saw his safety with Fathin as well as Akram and Mitha. But then he tried to explain that the four of them were just friends.

Perhaps for the same reason, considering the concept of excellent service including pampering the eyes of the visitors kaffenya, Bang Fadhil finally received a job offer for Fathin and Mitha in the newly opened branch cafe around the front of the Mandonga mall.

Can not be denied the two female friends do have a beautiful face. Rows of cogans (Cowok Ganteng ) often queue up to approach them, but always retreat regularly when realizing there is a He and Akram that seems to be a chronic incomparable curse for both.

Bang Fadhil is a young businessman whose business strategy is beyond doubt. It didn't take long, five years was enough for him to develop dynamically. By making the name "The Royals Coffe" skyrocketed and became the lips of the lovers hang out, especially the young ladies who are indeed the mecca of market share.

Plus the success of opening several kaffenya branch in several cities in southeast sulawesi such as Bau-bau, Bombana, Kolaka and Unaaha.

"Ngapain only from earlier why not wear clothes?" Akram's heavy voice suddenly shocked him.

"I'm thinking about how I can like Bang Fadhil. I'm handsome, cool, smart, successful again. Benner_bener Dreams of women and role models for our kayak youth, Man!" He attached his amazed face towards Akram who seemed to sniff indifferently.

Akram is indeed a relaxed type that lets his life flow without wanting to challenge the current. He never speculated about tomorrow. For him life is today. Tomorrow let time answer.

He understood his friend so that he ended the discussion about Bang Fadil. Choose to move towards the closet and take a casual suit to wear out this afternoon.

They were all going to an All-Existent shop that was in front of a new market, looking for ospek trinkets as the senior's strict Instructions.

After he and Akram prepared, now it was the second turn of his shahabat Fathin and Mitha who packed up after all the kitchen tasks were over. A moment later the four left .

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* Fathin

Tonight he no longer sets the alarm with a continuous rhythm. For his three companions had given him an ultimatum so that he set the alarm just before the dawn. At first he was about to be indifferent but Mitha the miss kepo with a million wits instantly threatened him with the deadly threat of character. Added Azhar's evil plan that he felt would threaten the continuity of love story blum until he arrived.

"Just tonight if you set the alarm kayak last night, I'll tell Brother Fahry if you sleep great slumber, trus mouth mangap plus the lanterns that make the river!"

"Aaaaaa, pleasee, no, Mhit! You really have the heart to open your own disgrace, it's the killing of the character of his name. I could have immediately moved my citizenship to Mars!" He gasped and covered his face in shame.

"And I, will nempelin you trus so that Bang Fahry will not be able to decetin you until the apocalypse!" Azhar threatened him.

"Gosh, you guys are, yeah, so mean!" pretending to be sad.

"You, Ram, how?" Mitha who was not satisfied turned towards akram waiting for what threat Akram would pose for her.

"Nothing, I'm a true friend. So whatever it is I'm gonna support you all!" Again_again smirk sucks Akram makes them chuckle.

"Haha! So, who do you support here, Fathin or Kita?" Mitha was stupefied, asking while pointing at herself and Azhar.

"Uhhmmm, because I participate in the birth and inner terdzolimi then, with this I decided to choose according to my deepest heart to support the most votes!" Akram behaves like a judge in the court of judgment.

Everything was broken except him. He was forced to choose a safe path, succumbing to the ultimatum of his three friends.

At 05:30 He and his four companions were ready to leave. There is still half an hour of apple time determined by the committee.

"Zhar, look at the gate, how many mabaama senior-senior gathered there?" He pointed towards the large crowd in front of the gates of the three campuses.

But Azhar had not been able to answer it, both of them had been shouted by several seniors in bright yellow jackets.

"Down, down! So students don't be spoiled! Down, down, walk in. Motor saved!" instantly his face pale pias when two people from the senior who looked more like thugs because his hair was long plus the original appearance of the _devil approached them with the face of the roar that was made to make his guts evaporate somewhere in a matter of seconds.

He hurriedly descended from Azhar's great motorbike with a seabrek do'a plus an ancestral spell that was useful for shedding the hearts of people in front of him. I wish He would have let him in, because the apples in there would have started very soon. But what an ill-fated day, this time her beautiful face even boomerang for him, beating the heart-breaking spell that He just read.

"You, yes you, the beautiful one down here!" One of the prankster seniors walked up to him and immediately pulled his hand away from the crowd making some of the careless eyes of the servants who were being held look at him.

"Whose name are you?"

"Fa_Fathin, Brother!" He was nervous half to death while looking down in fear.

"Originally from where?" Again_again the senior asked while looking at it from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair.

"Fahri's member, Bang!" Shouted one of the seniors who was standing not far from him.

"Fahry HMJ language?" Asked the senior while lighting his cigarette casually. Suck deep.

"Yes, Bang!"

He was still standing looking down deeply_in as the two seniors asked each other. In his unceasing heart he murmured the do'a, hoping that someone would come to his rescue.

"The gate is closed. If you want to go inside, all down, down. This way we get to gate one!" An intimidating loud noise rang out among the senior horde there giving command as it pointed towards the got that lay along the front of the concrete fence of the campus.

"Gosh, that's far away. Could be an hour late to Dalem. Will be punished by the committee again dong if late again!" His mind is full of dilemmas.

His hand played the string of his crisp bag while venturing to raise his face and looked at the face of the senior who had previously pulled his hand.

At the same time the handsome white face with the bounded long hair was staring at him sharply while leaning leisurely at the gate, exhaling cigarette smoke into his smooth white face. He closed his eyes as the gust hit his face.

Uhuukk..

He coughed as a result of the smoke. His hand tried to drive away the smoke by shaking both hands in front of him. So much smoke that hit his face made his cough a little durable to make his eyes water.

But the sinless face that stood in front of him was even indifferent to increase the volume of smoke entering his lungs by exhaling back the cigarette smoke into his face. This time he really couldn't take it anymore. Tight chest. He also ran away from the idle face was intent on finding fresh air while stopping his cough that never subsided.

huhuukk..

He crouched down and coughed until he vomited, taking out everything he ate at breakfast before leaving. He held onto his chest which was starting to hurt from prolonged vomiting.

He was still trying to regulate his breath that was slightly stinged due to severe vomiting that he experienced, suddenly his hair bristled upright when a burly but soft hand touched his hump while massaging it slowly.

"So sorry, are you okay?" A heavy voice behind his ears made it harder for him to breathe, stiff, moody and of course very embarrassed. He could not imagine how many eyes were watching the scene right now.

Until the next clang He finally shook his head weakly unable to speak.

"Wait here!" The voice was heard again but it was not as close as before.

He just kept quiet. His ears again heard a scream not far behind him. He immediately turned his body and his net instantly met Azhar's anxious gaze towards him among the crowd of several seniors who confronted him. Ordered his best friend to immediately go down into the got following the others.

He nodded trying to convince Azhar if He was okay. After being forced finally Azhar resigned, following the direction of the senior freelancers.

Her manic was still busy observing Azhar suddenly a moge stopped by her side. He turned his head for a moment and found the senior of the moge rider thrusting a bottle of mineral water and a packet of bread at him.

"Drink first. Trus ate his bread. You threw up, your stomach is empty now!" He still hesitates to receive the gift. Choosing to turn his face down.

"Missy. You forgot that you're ospek again? It's orders! Don't try to argue if you want to survive!" He choked.

The rush of mineral water and bread proffered to him and without warning he immediately ate it with his nervous feelings. Within seconds, the bread had gone into his stomach. Now he has a little energy.

"Come naek! I'll drive you inside so it's not too late!" The heavy voice surprised him again.

"I, me!" He stammered unable to continue his speech because the voice gave him a strong-pitched command again not to be denied with a bead that was still sharp looking ahead.

"Hurry, it'll be six o'clock. You want to be punished again in Dalem?"

"Emang who was nahan_nahan We are here until late gini?You kuker!" Sung him with a murmur that could still be heard by the ears of the forger.

"I can still hear what you're saying. Cepet ride or do you want to try nyungsep in another got kayak?"

For the sake of hearing the last threat, without a second thought he immediately rode on the big bike. As usual he must have trouble ascending and the voice again forced him to hold on to his shoulder.

"This time ajha Fathin, no matter what matters you are not late and survived the action nyungsep in got. After this you can pretend you do not know this Forced!" His mind was full of dilemmas.

Finally, with trembling hands full of compulsion, he held on to the sturdy shoulder and climbed on top of the moge.

"Huuuu........!"

The cry of dozens of maba who did not accept He was not punished with them, also the senior who cheered gave the forcible spirit no matter what he meant, makes it want to disappear as soon as possible in an instant from there.

"Handle! We're racing. It's almost a deadline!"

"Gosh, this guy what_what the hell, play ajha command kayak boss. Oh my God, what dreams can I ever meet ama kayak gini. Issh!" His eyes are upset in his heart.

He grinned as his hands were raised wanting to strangle the Forced's neck but stopped because suddenly the speed of the motor turned into high speed, he said, made him spontaneously close his frightened eyes and tightly hug at that sturdy waist.

Fix, the distance from gate three to the building FKIP only reached in less than lightning fast.

He just dared to open his eyes when the speed of the motor feels a little slow. He slowly opened his eyes and how surprised He was when he realized that the Forced did not stop at the parking lot but exactly a few meters from where hundreds of maba from his department were preparing to march.

All eyes turned towards the two. Some of the seniors even cheered and raised their hands towards the Forced.

"You want on a motorcycle trus? Don't you wanna come down?" This time the voice really made him want to immerse himself to the bottom of the earth in an instant.

How not he just realized it turns out his hands are still tightly hugging the sturdy body of the owner of the heavy voice.

Hurriedly he pulled himself off and as fast as lightning came down from the top of the big motorbike and ran away. But not yet how many steps he remembered not to thank. Finally with a heavy heart He turned again and with a restraining shame He grimaced still with a face down and said nervously,

"Sorry and thank you, brother!"

"There join the spit before it's too late!" He glanced for a moment at that face.

The corner of the forced's lips was slightly drawn while looking at him fixedly. Making him hurriedly turn around and run quickly through to the back of the crowd of Maba who was walking quickly towards the lined arena.

His eyes were wild looking for the existence of Mitha in line of participants ospek prodi Indonesian. But he didn't find it. His heart was immediately covered with worry.

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