365 Days Towards Halal

92# India

Indian music, welcoming the arrival of Queen and Raka who have just arrived at Indira Gandhi International Airport. After they travel for 2 hours and 20 minutes. The airport, located in New Delhi, is named after the former prime minister of India. It is the busiest airport in India.

In India, there are many interesting buildings. This is what attracted Queen to India. As for Raka, she had no intention of going to India before. It was just that, as he did not want to miss the opportunity to spend time with Queen, so he decided to follow wherever Queen went.

Some say, a pleasant journey will foster feelings of love between two people. Many fall in love and make friends after they travel together. That is what makes Raka motivated to make the seeds of love grow in the heart of Queen.

They got out of the airport and took a taxi to the inn not far from Jama Masjid, in the old Delhi area. The mosque is famous as the world mirror mosque is very famous among tourists.

The mosque, which was founded by the Mogul Emperor Shah Jehan, who also built the Taj Mahal, was completed in 1656 AD, able to accommodate 25,000 worshippers. It's big, isn't it?

As partners in traveling, Queen and Raka ride the same taxi and intend to stay at the same inn. After a few minutes they finally arrived at the inn.

Raka and the taxi driver dropped off their luggage. While the Queen was flabbergasted staring at the busyness of the locals around the hotel. After the taxi driver finished lowering their luggage, Raka will pay for the taxi.

"No need, let me pay" Queen said, holding Raka's hand holding some Rupee notes, the Indian currency. Which was exchanged by Raka from Dollar to Rupee, when they were at Velana Airport in Maldives.

"Not me" said Raka, releasing Queen's hand which held her hand.

"Me!"

"Me!"

"I'm just Raka!"

"I'm the Queen!"

"Raka!"

"Queen!"

They scramble to pay for the taxi, which makes their taxi driver scratch his head at the behavior of people he thinks are a couple.

Finally, Raka managed to give the taxi fare to the driver. Raka's satisfied smile seemed to expand on her face, when she saw Queen pouting while looking at her.

"I'm not good" Queen said, staring at Raka.

"Yes, come on." Raka said as she pulled two suitcases belonging to her and also Queen's.

"Let me just bring my suitcase" Queen said, seizing her suitcase.

"Here you go, I'll just,"

"Raka please.."

"Queen.. let me just," Raka asserted with a serious face.

Queen was speechless as she watched Raka pass from before her. Then, he smiled and took a long breath.

"Are you his man? The one God gave me to move on with my life and erase my loneliness and loneliness?" Queen Mumbles. Then, he followed Raka who walked closer to the reception desk located in the hotel lobby. Because they had booked through an application, now they just stay chek-inn and give a stretcher their identification to the hotel officer.

Each of them has their own room. Luckily, as per Raka's request, they got an adjoining room. How happy Raka is to get a room next to the Queen.

They were also escorted by a bell boy to their respective rooms. After arriving in their rooms, they took a short break. Before the Adhan Dzuhur reverberated from the Jama Masjid, which was clearly heard from their inn.

Queen opened her bedroom window and stared at the beautiful view from her room. While Raka rushed to the washroom, to rinse her sticky body. The air in India was very hot that day. Until he sweats for it.

After taking a shower, he rushed to wear his Muslim clothes. He and Queen intend to perform Dzuhur prayer in Jama Masjid. To reach the Jama Masjid, they can walk for a few minutes.

Half an hour before Adzan Dzuhur met with local time, Raka came out of his room and knocked on the door of Queen's room. He wanted to tell the girl when she was ready to go to the mosque.

Twice a knock, the door to Queen's room opened. Raka was flabbergasted to see the girl standing in front of him. Queen who wears Muslim clothes, looks very beautiful in her eyes.

"Queenis..." He muttered without even a second taking his eyes off the face of the girl of his dreams.

"Yes?" Queen was glued to look at Raka who was wearing her Muslim clothes.

"You're beautiful" she said as she continued to stare at Queen without blinking.

Queen simply smiled and lowered her gaze. Then, he turned his back on Raka to lock the door of her room.

"Already, come on," said Queen as she walked ahead of Raka.

"Raka?"

"Ah, yes..." Sahut Raka while walking after Queen.

Quietly Queen smiled, she felt like she was going to pray in congregation with her husband at Jama Masjid. Suddenly the delusion about a household with Raka just appeared. Until she shook her head when she realized that she could not fantasize like that, while Raka would not necessarily be her husband.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the Jama Masjid. The mosque was filled with many worshippers who were present before the Adhan reverberated. How excited the pilgrims who come, be it tourists or locals there. They flocked to carry out their duties in the mosque.

Queen and Raka split up in the courtyard of the mosque. Raka will head to the male shaf section, while Queen heads to the female shaf.

Before parting, they looked at each other, in the courtyard of the mosque. The Queen's gaze could not be interpreted by Raka. I don't know why he just felt the shade on Queen's face. Raka simply threw a smile and said he would wait for Queen in the courtyard of the mosque after the congregational prayers were over. Queen simply nodded and returned Raka's smile.

Each of them separated. They entered the mosque on different stairs.

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Dreeett..! Dreeett...!

Andra's father's cell phone shook when Andra's father and Mother had just gotten into their car. Those who had just finished attending Andra's Father's office were looking at each other. Andra's father grabbed her phone from inside her pants pocket. While Mommy put up her safety belt.

Andra's father opened a message from someone he ordered to find out about Miss Amara. Attached some photos about the information of Miss Amara.

"Ah, already got," said Andra's father while giving his phone to Mother. Then, he rushed to wear his safety belt.

"What?" Ask Mommy.

"This is the information you want to know" Andra's father said.

Mother's facial expression also looks excited, he also read the message on Dad's cellphone that is in his grasp. As for Dad, start the engine of the car and drive it to take Mommy home, while he will go again for duty.

After a few minutes, Mother rounded her eyes and looked at Father carefully.

"Ohhhhhh, so she's Raka's mother!" Mommy Exclamation.

"Raka's approaching Queen?" Ask the surprised looking father.

"Yes Dad.. wow, he already read our profile first, so he wants to approach me." Say Mother with a serious face and read back information about Miss Amara.

"Hahaahhaha...! Just-there's!" Said Dad while continuing to drive his car.

"In addition to her children who mode want to approach my daughter, her mother mode also wants to approach her besan candidates," said Mother while laughing amusedly. Laughing at the way Madame Amara approached her.

"Well, it's natural that Bun, his name wants to know each other. Sometimes people are different. Some are waiting to get acquainted during the application. Some want to be close first, just to get to know the attitude and attitude of the candidate besannya." Bright Father.

"Yes, uh, but he's a humble guy anyway yeah. It looks ordinary and friendly. Although the style of the clothes is a bit excessive and a bit showy." Mommy Say.

"Husttt.. Let it be, it's her right."

"Yes, anyway.." Mother stamped her smile.

"But yes... Hebring his style." Connect the returning Mother Julid.

"Mother..."

"Yes yes... Mother is no longer julid! Dad is not cool when asked to talk to people!. Mending Mommy gossiped with Nia only..."

Dad just raised both eyebrows and shook his head.

"Wanitaaaa wanitaaaa..julid, gossip, number one!"

"Like men don't gossip! The father of Bobby also often mengejulid and ngegosipin the wives really!"

"Know where?" Ask Dad with a surprised face.

"Know it! You have a sixth sense!" Said Mommy while glaring at Father.

I just smiled and pretended to be busy driving.

"The guy's worse if gossip finds out! I'm sure you don't know!" Said the Mother who kept nagging along the way.