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Still at the restaurant at the same hour,Farel walked towards the room reserved exclusively for places of worship by the restaurant.The room has a bulkhead for men and women.Farel approached the place and looked to listen to the chants of Surah Al-kahfi, the room,the voice was very melodious coming from a woman who was inside the place of worship.
It is as if spinning back the memory of Farel's childhood when learning to teach with an ustadz who every afternoon came to his residence.
Ustadz tells the story of Ashabul kahfi,
the story of the faithful young man who slept for hundreds of years in the cave.
Without realizing the tears Farel dripped.A woman came out of the place of worship after completing the Surah that He read.
Farel gasped instantly with the woman in front of him, seconds the woman looked down.Aisyah.
Aisyah slightly bowed a sign of respect and passed without a word.
Farel took the water of the wudlu and carried out his duties as a Muslim.
Farel enjoyed his own lunch, while thinking about the incident.Farel looks pulled the tip of his lips.either what he thinks, only He and God know.
Kris and Farel headed to his office building, entering using a special elevator.
Ting..
Farel headed for the room and sat in his oversized chair.As usual Kris sat on the sofa opening his folding screen and...
"Sir, it looks like we have to return to Jakarta in the near future."Kris glanced at farel
" There's Papa, you don't have to worry."
"But Mommy misses you, sir" Kris said, staring at her phone.
"Is something?" Ask Farel full of questions.
"Mommy wants to introduce you to a girl, the son of a papa colleague".but it seems you are not interested.hahaha
" Davenge whatever mommy's plan is!"Farel gave the order.
Kris smiled meaningfully as he rubbed his jaw away."I'm even more handsome than you sir...!!"
"She.ha.ha.."
That is Farel and Kris, each understand each other well understand their respective positions but very professional.
The two men were drifting in their respective jobs, Chris did not move from the sofa.He prefers to finish in that place.
In a different place Aisyah was meeting with the Professor to ask various things
already dozens of books that He has learned this week, very draining energy and mind because it also has to manage the resto.
Maybe for a few months he had to hand over the resto to Desi for a while.
Aisyah must focus on preparing her thesis and the target of graduating this year and holding a Doctorate.Although it seems impossible because this is one year faster.
Aisyah's phone rang, but not picked up, She was talking to the Professor.
A few hours passed, Aisha returned to the restaurant. He cleaned himself and tired in bed.
Tomorrow all employees take a day off together. Ayesha has scheduled where she will go. Aisyah called someone.
"Assalamu'alaikum" The voice of the woman there.
"Wa'alaikumsalam, are you busy?" Aisyah
"Hahaha I miss you..." Baritone screeched his ears, very enthusiastic about the woman, probably because long time no see.
"You graduated?" asked Aisyah in a slightly mocking tone..
"You kidding?If I'm great, I'm gonna pass the next year." A voice of pride from the interlocutor.
"I miss you so much..
I haven't been to Cairo for a long time.I want to walk, maybe I'll come for a holiday this time. Is your money out?tell me if it's over, I'll send it right away..My money increases every day, you take it easy.Sekertaris Alm Papa takes good care of me...I love you Aisha..."
Tut.tut..
Aisyah turned off her phone.Aisya was moved and thanked, she said,Felisya is fine.Felisya never knew that the money he had given never Aisyah used.Aisyah only minjam for food stall capital 7 years ago, he said,now Aisyah has a typical Indonesian restaurant.All of her hard-earned products forever during this time.It will be a surprise if Felisya comes.
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