The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Cunning Plans

Tiara could not refuse Robi's request, he immediately contacted the owner of his subscription showroom, he sent a photo of a motorcycle ordered by Robi, after a little bargaining, reached the deal price, he said, Tiara immediately transferred the money, and just waited for the delivery of the goods

"Alhamdulillah., fine, but from where Robi can have that much money, he is here just silent, not working", Tiara laughed, he began to suspect, he began to be suspicious, but quickly he brushed off his suspicions, he did not want to be so bad.

[It's all done, just wait, the goods will be sent here], Tiara sent a message to Robi.

[OK, thanks, ] reply Robi briefly.

"Tumben, usually at length", Tiara's smile.

[But the money is halal right?, I don't want anything to happen you know, ], back Tiara sent a message to Robi .

[That's money from Mamih and Papih, for my birthday gift], Robi reaffirmed.

After that, no more conversations took place. The atmosphere in the hut was already quiet again, only the sound of night beasts could be heard.

The sound of the initial adhan began to sound, the atmosphere was again crowded with the activities of the students, but there was more horrendous atmosphere that morning, there was a car from the dealer who sent a sports motorcycle.

"Well.it's an order who, surely this expensive, could be hundreds of millions of this mah", Mang Daman glared at the motorcycle.

"This is who ordered?, what is Non Tiara again?", muttered Mang Daman.

Before long someone got out of the car, "For Pak, I'm Doni, Tiara Khoerunnisa's house which yes, this order has arrived" said Doni.

"Tuh, it's Non Tiara, there's no mistaking it", muttered Mang Daman.

"Shortly Sir", Mang Daman left.

All santri now surround the dealer's car just to see a sports motorcycle on it.

"Eh..eh...eh.., even here, let's all go to the Mosque", Abah's voice shocked everyone.

"This is Non Tiara Abah's order", Mang Daman approached. He was going to follow her home, but Abah was coming.

"Ara?, what message?", Abah approached the car and approached the courier.

"For Pak Kyai, this is a delivery for Non Tiara", said Doni.

"Send for Ara?, this?, you know how Abah did not know that Ara this message", Abah looked confused.

Before long Tiara came, he held the hand of Abah, who looked at him fixedly.

"Change.., this was Ara's order, but it wasn't Ara who bought it", Tiara lowered her head as Abah looked at her unblinkingly, Abah seemed to be angry.

"Who do you have anyway?, this is Neng's expensive item, the price is exorbitant" Abah said.

"It was my Abah, I asked Tiara to buy it, I needed to go away, I had to borrow it" Robi explained, he suddenly came behind the students.

Everyone glanced in shock, "Wah ..this is an expensive item, where can he buy it" said Ustad Fikri.

"True Abah, this belongs to Robi", Ara again convinces Abah.

"Yes, now all back to the Mosque, let this Robi take care of", Abah patted Robi on the shoulder, in his heart full of questions for him, but he had to immediately lead the congregational dawn prayer.

"Later to speak again", Abah passed to the Mosque following his disciples.

Robi, Tiara, and Doni were the ones who completed the administration. After that Robi and Tiara followed to the mosque.

'From where he had that kind of money, was he a criminal who escaped the police', thought Ustad Fikri. He felt there was a way to kick Robi from the cottage by spreading the fake news.

After the dawn prayer, he hurried to leave the Mosque, "Sorry kebelet" , he whispered to Fadil who was sitting next to him.

He rushed to the cobong that used to be occupied by Mang Daman and Robi, he slipped through the door that was not in the key.

There he began rummaging through the rooms, and he found a lot of money in Robi's backpack.

"Well, caught too, it turns out that it's true that you're the thief who's just hiding here" furious Fikri.

He then took the bag to Abah's house, Fikri sat on the terrace chair, because Abah was still in the mosque.

"There is Ustad, waiting for Abah?", asked Umi Anisa who happens to not pray today at the Mosque.

"Yes Umi, I'm sorry I'm so sassy to sit here", fikri said.

Before long, Abah came home followed by Tiara. Tiara directly mas, uk, only Abah who met Fikri on the porch of his house.

"What's wrong?", Abah smiled.

"Here I have a suspicious item", Fikri thrust a backpack filled with money in front of Abah.

"Who's this?", Abah scrunched his forehead.

"Just keep Bah, later the owner will definitely look for, it's money" explained Fikri.

"Money?, whose money is this much?", Abah glared at the backpack in front of him.

"What money is this?", Abah looked at Fikri.

"Yes, I suspect, this money is not good results Bah, we'll see who will look for this bag, we just interrogate him directly",

Abah nodded. Abah took the bag and kept it in his room.

Until noon, the atmosphere of Pondok is still calm, santri is still learning . Daman was busy with his work in the garden.

Robi is still cool with his new sport bike. All of that can not be separated from the attention of the students who steal - steal a glance towards Robi.

'Great as well as him, can get a good item at a sloping price', thought Robi.

"It needs to be celebrated, thanksgiving used to be better" Robi murmured. He went to his kobong to take some money for his needs.

But how shocked when he did not find a backpack in his place. He rummaged through the entire room, but still the bag was not found.

"Ask Abah, yes ..to Abah's house only", muttered Robi, he rushed to Abah's house.

There Ustad Fikri was already smiling evil once he saw Robi.

"Because of you, caught by the dagger" murmured Fikri.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abah", Robi passed Ustad Fikri, he went straight to the door of Abah's house.

"Hi.., if the meeting is polite", snapped Fikri.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bah...Abah.", repeat Robi, it's not ignoring Fikri's speech.

Good thing Abah Ilham came, "Wa'alaikumsalam, Nak Robi?, was the Robi boy who said hello?", Abah's smile.

"Yes Abah", Robi.

"Alhamdulillah..., what is it like to panic so?", looked at Abah.

"That's Abah, I lost the bag" Robi explained.

"What bag?", Abah glanced at Ustad Fikri who was making out a smile.

"Tas .., a moment yes.", Abah went back into the house and returned with a bag and put it on the table in front of Ustad Fikri.

"Alhamdulillah., yes it is, it is my bag Abah" Robi approached.

"Wait", Abah pushes Robi's hand away, even her tone is high.

"This bag is money, money from where is it?, are you lying, you are actually a robber who fell because of being chased by the Police, yes?, answer!!!", Abah again bullied Robi.

" It's not Abah, it's my money, but it's Bah's halal money" Robi said.

"Alah ..Halah money from where, you work only sleep here, then can have a lot of money like that, impossible", furious Fikri, he joined the roost.

"Yes, but true it's my money, it's my pocket money Abah", Robi again.

"Ha...ha...ha...., pocket money?, this much pocket money, crazy you, which parent gave his child this much pocket money, already!!!, just confess, just say it, that's money from robbing, right?", said Ustad Fikri.

"It's not Abah.., it's halal money" said Robi.

"Have Bah, don't wait long!, he must be reported immediately, this is already criminal",

Ustad Fikri leads Robi to the Madrasah courtyard, he wants all the students to know, who Robi really is.