MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 28. You're The One Only! (You're the only one)

*Yusuf

Morning starts to hit the city. Vehicles passing by began to crowd the road current. He looked straight. Up ahead there the yellow light of careful omens lit up. It slowed down the speed of the vehicle. A moment later he stopped his car because now the color of the lights then it has turned red.

He waited impatiently, as usual. He remembered Gery's message to bring a sleeping bag when "Khuruj" later. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call with someone.

"Rick, you go to Yudha's place, find me sleepingbag. Tell him the price is for me to transfer!" Say it when the phone connection is connected.

Yudha, final semester student majoring in Sospol at FISIP, Unhalu. Joined in the MaPaLa community aka Nature Loving Students. When he knew Yudha turned out to have good business skills, he, He took the initiative to give him the capital to build his business selling all kinds of outdoor equipment trinkets needed by members of the mapala community where Yudha is active so far.

Although the outlet was formed thanks to the donation of funds from him, but he is not the type of person who likes to mumpung. He continued to pay for each of his groceries in Yudha's stall even though the man always refused.

"........."

"Now!"

"Gue wait for you in front of the star hallway! not long!"

"......"

Tin, tin, tin, tinn

The horn that sounded unpretentious again made him realize that the light had turned green. Still with a relaxed style and cueknya__ without caring for the annoyance of other road users__ He also runs his car. Glide quickly to the boarding house where Fathin is staying.

Twenty minutes later he arrived in front of the hostel. When he was about to get out of the car, he saw Akram, Fathin's best friend and source of accurate information all along.He hurriedly lowered the car glass and exclaimed, asking, asking,

"Fathin, any?"

"Well, Brother Blum was told by Fathin? smalem we're immediately sending them back to the boarding room!" Akram looked astonished.

Last night he did not pick up Fathin after the makrab event, after returning from the "Ngopi" event, because he had received information from Herdin if the event was over and all the participants had returned.

"The cost? where's where?" Ask impatiently.

"At Lorong Kambu, Srikandi's cottage. Room 01, Bang!"

"That's Arsyil's place?" The murmur was slow but could still be heard by Akram. Make the young man reply quickly,

"Yes, Bang. Bener, Kostan's in the care of Bang Arsyil!"

"Well, I'm out there right now, thanks, yeah?"

"Ready, Bang!"

He closed the car glass. He then turned back out of the hallway. Up ahead He had seen Erick on a sport bike__gifting him his birthday present a year ago. The young man was still sitting waiting with a sleepingbag of old ash mix tosca that was still rolled round on his back. The corner of his lips was attracted for a moment.

"This kid is the best at Andelin!" His murmur was still smiling.

"Now, Bang! His best product__Eiger mummy___the rest of the color is ready he said!" Said Erick__an energetic young man who had been his accomplice__ while thrusting his ordered goods.

"Where to go camping? tumben looking for ginian stuff?" Erick couldn't bear to ask.

"Gue wants to join Gery as a "cooker congregation" for three days. I just follow Gery's instructions to bring ginian!" Say it with his style.

"Gue support, Bang!"

"Where are you going today?"

"There's a little business on campus, Bang!"

"If tomorrow, you have no time?"

"Ntar looked at. Why, Bang?"

"Then I'm tomorrow, I'm reporting the address of the mosque!"

"Wheel, Bang!"

"Ok, I'll walk first. If there's any kids coming, get some sklian!"

"Wheel, Commander!"

Both chuckle. Soon the two split up after a fist fight, a fist bump.

**

"Srikandi's cottage""

He read a large inscription at the entrance of the Fathin boarding house. His drive entered slowly and stopped in the courtyard of the two-story long building.

He got out of the car and walked towards the terrace. For a moment He was fixated on reading a pamphlet containing S&K applies, to the residents. He clucked slowly. Disagree with these rules. Inflexible and impressed to pressure its residents. But he is the Cuek Yusuf. He cares about rules that he thinks are ridiculous like that.

He walked in and found a room with the code 01 in the first row. He had felt strange himself, because since entering he had not seen or heard anyone's voice. Silent. Silent. But he kept knocking on Fathin's door.

Tok. tokk..

He waited with anxious hope. But the corners of his lips were instantly attracted when he heard a familiar voice recite from within.

"Come on, Mhit, the door's not locked, really!"

He chuckles. That girl must have thought she was Mitha. But he doesn't care anymore. He also opened the door slowly.

Chequek..

He opened his eyes and,

Dag. dig..

His chest is beating fast.

Glutton..

He swallowed the salivary. How not, the sight before him was now really testing his faith. Even the juniors down there were suddenly unable to be prevented, turning into On mode in an instant.

The girl was standing backwards in a rather open condition. The shorts plus the tanktop wrapped around the girl's beautiful body. Hair in the original putty that exposes the neck of the white level. Not to mention the slender waist and smooth white calves down there.

Instead of avoiding that view, He went forward, approached, and without further ado spoke,

"Blum ready?"

Silent...

Suddenly...

"Yyyyyyy.......!"

***

*fatin

Morning is ripe. He got a morning shift cook for today. He and Mitha did agree to set the schedule of each task every day. If one is serving as a chef, the other can be part of the cleaning service. The system is rolling in the morning.

As usual if he was in the boarding room, he would dwell in the kitchen in casual clothes. The above-knee shorts plus the tanktop that formed her beautiful body were proportioned to her well-groomed and smooth white skin. Her hair in the ponytail asAI, tied with a thumb, revealed her pure white neckline.

He had just finished with the task of preparing breakfast for her and Mitha. A moment to wipe the sweat on the forehead and neck. The weather today is quite hot. The temperature in the room is starting to get hot. When he was about to prepare the plate suddenly his phone vibrated a sign there was an incoming message.

At first he tried to ignore it, but suddenly his heart was broken. Because He could not lie, from now on he was so hoping there was a phone call from Joseph, at least a short message containing a romantic greeting like a young couple who were in the land of romance in general.

He got up and walked to the corner where his phone was. With hearts swirling with hope, He opened the short message and sure enough, it was from Joseph. But instantly his heart slipped. It was as if he had fallen down after being at the height of his hope.

Sweet words full of love seduction that He expected, but which came even a sentence of command infuriating complete with frills of emphasis that He had memorized dead, even intonation when Joseph said it.

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"Ready-prepared. I'll pick you up in 15 minutes. Go with me to the place yesterday! I don't accept rejection!"

He stood staring with a blank look at the screen of his phone.

"Where if Kak Yusuf really has a cute, stiff, unromantic nature like the one who said Ms Meisya smalem?" Blanketed.

"I'm not sure, I'm dealing with Yusuf Gini's cuteness?" The manic returned slightly teary. However, he is often treated to a love story with a mess of happy romantic things when in love. He did not hear or read the phrase twice,

"Even small, trivial things will make you smile happily when you're in love!"

He then concluded that everything was just a phrase, only a poem, only a comforting scratch belonging to the poets. It's not always in the real world.

Tok.tok..

He slightly gasped when he heard the door in the corner from outside. He thought it must be Mitha. Without looking, he shouted a little,

"Get in, Mhit! the door is not locked!"

Chequek..

The door was opened by someone. He shook with his back to the door. He was absolutely sure the guest must be Mitha who just returned from the mosque after following the morning ta'lim as one of the S&K applies to all residents of the boarding house, he said, unless he's as lost as he is right now.

"Blum ready?"

A very familiar baritone suddenly sounded right behind his ears.

The fleeting masculine aroma filled his sense of smell plus the mint fragrance of the breath of the owner of the voice, It must not be wrong. He had so memorized the dead tone, the scent, he couldn't have been wrong. The sender of the short message was now behind him.

He was half-broken and shocked to death. Suddenly his heart beat irregularly fast, chasing each other as if to jump out of his chest.

Not only was he shocked, he was also very panicked. No man may enter the rooms of the hostels other than those of family status. This will be a boomerang for He and Mitha, if anyone finds them. Moreover, at this time, the only occupant left behind was himself alone.

Not to mention that she is currently in a state without a hijab. It's a bit open. It really felt like I was naked. Although the Hijab is still in "Dismantle-Install" mode, but it has never been this open in front of men. Suddenly he was afraid of himself. He screamed out a reflex without consciously throwing his phone in any direction.

"Yyyyyy......!"

Without a second thought he immediately grabbed the folded blanket on top of the closet and closed his body quickly.

With an agile movement as fast as lightning, he turned to stare at the handsome face before him. He hung up for a moment. Heart's rustling. He almost forgot his initial intention, due to the sedation of the charm of the face whose good looks level rose many times this morning.

I don't know! What is clear is that the face looks radiant, more aura, more alluring, more bewitching and more other than before.

He involuntarily pulled the man's hand and pulled it firmly and walked out in hunting steps, until the two arrived at the boarding terrace. He took off Joseph's hand with a slight jerk when the two were already outside.

"What the hell is playing nyelonong aja. If Bang Arsyil finds out, we can both be kicked out of this boarding house! Brother didn't read the rules in that pamphlet?" He said without pause a little emotional while crossing his hands on his chest. Pointing at the leaflet that was plastered on the main door with his chin. His face this time felt completely numb because of the shame mixed with annoyance.

"Read! But I don't like being set!" As usual, he could never speak seriously. He snarled along with his annoyance.

He turned his face to the side to avoid the gaze of Joseph who had been staring intensely without pause.

"I'll get ready first. Brother is here waiting. Don't go in. I don't want anyone to misunderstand us both!" He then said, for one step further if He did not avoid, He would surely be utterly defeated by the intimidating aura of the man before him. Not to mention He was so bothered to set a hammering on his chest from the beginning.

"Biarin. We're getting married too." Again the man spoke flatly, indifferently. Make him back clucking in no way out of thought.

"Ck, wait here or I'm not coming!" Threaten him with a mimic made firmly.

"I like you like this. My wife-to-be!"

"What, anyway!" He walked away from Joseph who was still smiling, staring at his passing. He still had a glance at Joseph there before finally opening the door and entering quickly. He locked the door so he felt safe. Long standing leaning his back behind the door. Slightly looked up while memejam wanted to unravel the distress in the heart.

I don't know! Clearly, he wants to be angry. He's pissed. Wanted to cry but was confused as to what and to whom. Also, the feeling of shame that persisted to imagine how Joseph had caught him in an open state. His consciousness is now restored. It turned out that He was still wrapped in a blanket that He had made body armor before.

He wanted to be angry about this case. But the good feeling of meeting again with the owner of that handsome face, overcame everything.

"What is this weird about being in love?" His murmur was still leaning his back behind the door.

*

He took a shower with SKS mode aka Skeletal Speed System. Not wanting to invite a debate with Joseph, He also sped up his movement. As usual he looks simple with a makeshift face polish. Casual ootd options. Triangle hijab in the original tie, but not a bit reduce its beauty. Fifteen minutes less he was ready and opened the door to get out.

"It's been in Dalem, really long!" The heavy sound surprised him again. He glanced resentfully toward the origin of the voice that was right in front of him now. Yusuf was standing there waiting for him at the door.

"What a heck, a habit, a hobby that really ngaggetin people!" Sung-piggling. His hand moved around wiping his chest while locking the door and then placed it under the trash basket that was to the right of the door, as usual.

"Ck, that's a shock! Go, move!" As Joseph had already quickly clasped his hand and stepped before him. He who could not guess the man's reflex movement would not want to step in trying to compensate for Joseph's wide steps. Inwardly endlessly questioning the status of this relationship.

"Son Joseph really does love? His attitude is not sweet at all! Bummer!" His mind asked riled.

As he was about to get to Yusuf's car in the parking lot, a horde of hostesses had just returned from the daily ta'lim ritual in the mosque. He who previously had a flat face suddenly attached an upset face did not like. How not, all the girls stared unblinkingly at Joseph. Although the man's expression remained as usual, indifferent and flat not impressed by the circumstances, but his heart still did not accept.

"Waooow..so handsome!"

"That's Fathin's girlfriend, huh?"

"Where is it?"

"If the handsome is that mah, so the affair I also willing!"

"Fathin's cogan is a lot, huh?"

Among the sound of the voice of the rafters that can still be heard by him. Even Yusuf tetiba glared at him when one of the residents of the boarding said while giggling.

"Which made last week was also handsome, hihihi!"

He who immediately realized who they meant, suddenly felt afraid of himself. Somehow He was afraid that Joseph would find out about Him and Fahry. To shift the man's focus, he pretended to take Joseph in the car. Luckily the man complied and opened the door for her. Walk around the car and get in and sit in the steering wheel.

He installed a sealbelt, again just for focus switching. The car has started to move slowly out of the boarding yard. Passing through his gate, moving slowly out of the alley. Soon it blends in with the morning hustle of the city streets.

He forced himself as calm as possible even though his heart was now very agitated. How not, Joseph has not said a word since. Even the jaw seemed to harden like it was holding back the anger in there. He ventured to steal a look at that flat face. His fear is big.

He started looking around and gathered the answers he would give if the man asked about Fahry. Whatever it is, it has to be honest. Lying is not the solution, he said. In fact, it could be boomerang if one day the time to open it later.

He wants to start a conversation but his guts are not as big as he wants. Up to the minute where He was unable to hold back, his lips still blurted out,

"Sorry!"

From the opening words of the conversation he found only that word. Completely reflex without thinking before.

Silent..

Silent..

Joseph did not speak his words. It's getting keki. Confused what else to say. His heart suddenly melted. His eyes began to glaze over. He finally spoke again, calling.

"Beck__!"

He paused because the man didn't even know him anymore. The increasingly sharp eyes staring straight ahead made him unable to hold himself back from making a sound again.

"A_I'm sorry, brother, if anything goes wrong! Please ja__,"

"Who is that guy?" Joseph suddenly interjected, making him choked not to continue his words.

"Which co_cowok, I don't nger__,"

"I don't like being lied to!"

That face is hard. Joseph stepped on the brake suddenly and pulled his vehicle over the shoulder of the road. Staring at him sharply full of flashes of anger. He glanced at me and did not dare to meet.

"You talk skarang or you wait for me to know from others and you see how I ngingetin that person so as not to try deketin you again!"

Joseph's voice that had been flat now turned loud a little snapping. He who had never once received the same treatment from anyone, was completely shocked by the expression of anger of the man. The tears that were stirring now escaped at last.

"No misunderstanding, hikss, hikss,,!" He wanted to get angry back or yell, but he couldn't do it. Besides being already afraid, he does have a gentle nature. He could never speak out loudly to anyone even when he was angry.

"I have nothing to do with Bang Fahry! Pi__,"

"Oh, so that's Fahry?" Joseph interrupted quickly.

"Please don't make it weird, brother. The vow!We have nothing. Bang Fahry has been to our boarding house but only the skali is doang. It was also just a graduation announcement paper, hiks.. hikss..!" He cried could not stand it anymore.

He's still bowing deep. His hands were busy twisting the ends of his clothes. He still sobbed small when suddenly his head was grabbed gently and carried leaning on the sturdy shoulder of Yusuf. He wanted to refuse but some of his heart wanted him too.

Both are long silent. Interfere with each other's feelings.

"Sorry! I_I accidentally snapped you earlier. I got carried away with the feeling of another guy calling you!" The voice finally spoke flat as usual.

"Me_me... honestly I'm jealous! I don't want to drag Fahry or anyone else to your place for whatever reason!" The voice was loud again.

He also nodded.

"Sorry!" He said again, which was then nodded by Joseph.

Silent..

Silent again.

"We're skarang street?" Joseph suddenly asked.

"Ehh, ah, i_iya, come on!" He nodded and hurriedly withdrew and returned to his seat as before.

"Do you know I'm comfortable? you love to stay here!" Yusuf said as he patted his own shoulder. The man chuckled slightly, making him embarrassed by the cheeks that met.

He shook his head many times. Cowering groggy without being able to speak.

The car is back on running. It did not take long the four-wheeled vehicle entered the parking area of the shopping center that became their destination.

Both of them went down and walked in. Again Joseph's hand took his hand and clasped it tightly. Not wanting to argue in a crowded place he finally chose to shut up and let it go.

He glanced at the sweet circular time pointer on his wrist. It turned out to be 09 in over 15 minutes. In hours like this, the atmosphere of the mall is not too crowded. He swept his eyes around. Again the wild eyes of the women they met none of them looked at Joseph with longing gazes. He returned angry. He glanced at that handsome face which again gave no reaction. He also tried to be indifferent even though he was still a little puffed up.

When he was about to climb the escalator stairs suddenly He remembered the incident yesterday, when he almost fell and then fell down because of his phobias relapse. His hand reflexively restrained Joseph's arm while shaking his head as the two sat down.

"I'm waiting here for you, Dad? It's okay, isn't it? I dare not go upstairs!" Said.

"We don't have to go upstairs. We'll search this floor. There's gotta!" Joseph calmed him down. He also nodded. Smiling attaches a tiny dimple to the corner of her lips. Joseph was momentarily stunned.

"You're beautiful!" As usual the man never cared about any atmosphere.

"What the heck, shame on seeing the tuh!" He was ashamed, and went ahead and pulled Joseph's hand to follow him. The man again chuckled little at his behavior.

After a long tour, they finally found a fairly complete Muslim outlet. The two went in and began to search for what Joseph wanted.

"Sister, what do you want to find, really?" He asked as he took off his hand.

"Wait here, I'll ask the employees."

"Sir, can you please find a suit like that model?" Yusuf asked one of the female employees in long headscarves, pointing to a mix navy men's robe suit attached to a mannequin.

"Oh, yeah, how many sets, akyy?" Ask the employee gently.

He who from the beginning seemed less respect with the store employees who several times caught his eyes staring at Yusuf shyly, became increasingly restless. His face cut down at Joseph who was chuckling at him. As if knowing exactly what he was thinking.

When the female employee was busy looking for several different colors and models according to Joseph's order, she approached the man.

"Ck, bummer!" Whisper's riled. Joseph chuckled slowly again.

"You're the one only!" Joseph whispered back.

"Buck!"

"You want proof?"

"Don't you!" His mouth was fast, because he knew, in addition to the man's indifference, he never messed with his words.

The man chuckled. It's funny swerving.

"Let's come with me akyy, ukhty, the game suit is right over there!" The words of the big hijab employee immediately broke the chain of the second debate.

"Good! come on!" Joseph and took his hand again.

"We have several variants of the same model of the best Muslim clothing brands. And that brand ..... same ..... is the best brand." The employee said the names of two of the best Muslim clothing brands in the country.

"You picky, three-model suits, a long trouser, three robes!" Joseph told him.

"Kok, a lot, for whom?" Ask before you act.

"Ntar, obviously!" Sahut Yusuf is short.

"Ck, yeah, no. Wait!"

"Excuse me, Ma'am!" He said to the female employee.

"Please, Ukhty!" He returned with a smile.

His hands then began to surf in a row of Muslim clothes men who hung neatly. Sometimes he rested his chosen clothes on Joseph's strapping body. The posture of Joseph's higher body was dozens of ceases from him, making him repeatedly have to tiptoe. The man chuckles every time he is like that.

"Ih, don't leadekin! I'm not short well, my older brother is too tall!" He made Joseph laugh.

"I saw this brother try this one! I think it's cool. I'm sure you'll be like Bang Arsyil!" He said while offering a light gray color gamis suit.

"Must yeah?"

"Must!"

"Oh, well, you're all Chinese, nih!" He again thrust a dark gray squat at the man.

Despite his heavy heart, Joseph had no choice but to follow his word. The man entered the locker room shown by the employee. While waiting He let the employee to pack all the clothing options for Yusuf in his tribe.

A few minutes passed. He's waiting for the dag dig dug. The door was open and involuntarily the bead was wide with admiration. His heart rippled again. He was really amazed at the good looks of men with a religious dress in front of him now.

He swallowed the salivary. Unknowingly stepping closer.

"Tuh, right, my brother is like Bang Arsyil really if I believe this. The rest of the beard is growing!" He cupped his own cheeks while saying shyly.

"With the cave of Arsyil!" Joseph responded with his narcissistic style. He chuckles small. In the heart also admitted if the man who often makes it rustle beautifully, it does have a perfect good looks.

"Come on!"

"Wait, I'll go to the cashier first!"

"I'm coming!" Sahut.

Again Joseph chuckled little looking at him.

"You're the one only!"

Blush...

The red spray again hit his cheek. Usual!

TBC>>>

# Khuruj” or “Khuruj fi Sabilillah” is a method of preaching that is carried out in a moving place by the proselytizing group Jamaah Tabligh. They formed a group of 6, 9, to 12 people to preach out of their hometowns and come to the people in other areas.

This method combines the four forces of charity as a support for this movement, namely DAKWAH, TA'LIM WATTA'LUM, DZIKIR WAL WORSHIP & SOLEMNITY.

They leave their families, hometowns, even jobs, without being called, without being paid, really divine taala, call their hearts as a representation of responsibility as his people Prophet Muhammad, SAW, khairu ummah is as an advocate for good and prevent from slack.