Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
10. Afrah (Stuck In Elevator )
Delicious by Fikri Family Restaurant. At 17:15 p.m. North Jakarta.
I put my foot forward after coming out of the room of that blue-sliced man. Oh gosh. For months I've been working here now I just found out that that guy is my boss?
O Allah. The world is so narrow. But I can't avoid why I rarely see him. Of course because he is a super duper super busy so just seen in front of my eyes.
"Mom!"
I looked back. That sliced man's call made me stop my steps. Then the man pointed down the floor using his chin.
"Your shoes are Mommy."
Astarghfirullah's. I almost forgot. It feels so shameful. Maybe I forgot the flatshoes I was wearing because I had to release them in front of my boss' room.
I didn't say much. I just bowed my face. He gave me a little distance. I also put on my flatshoes and then looked down politely.
"Other times if I go in the room I don't have to take off your shoes."
I'm nodding. Dare to look at him. He's too handsome and I'm afraid my view as not his mahram will be sinful.
"Sorry Sir. Em thank you. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
Then he left me. I just stared at his wide back wrapped in an expensive formal suit on his body.
I quickly left there. I think I want to pat my eel so shamefully. Why being near her aura is so stressful and groggy. Or maybe it is my superior's nature that is rigid to his subordinates?
"You coming in?"
I looked at my boss when I lowered my face.
"Where are you going sir?"
"This lift" he said, pointing to the iron door beside him.
"Is it safe?"
Then he laughed amusedly. I frowned. Why why anyway? Is there anything funny? I'm just asking.
"Why do you think that way, Ma'am?"
"I've seen it on television. There were people stuck there for hours deprived of oxygen and then passed out. I'm afraid I'm out of oxygen there."
And he laughed again while shaking his waist. Oh my God, why is that him? Is my statement that funny?
"God willing not. Believe this. This elevator's been working since this restaurant building was built."
Yeah I know that. The building has three levels. The first floor has a family restaurant. Where I work as a cashier. Second floor of the ice cream shop. Then the 3rd floor is where my boss's workspace is as well as the meeting room of the employee team.
"Em, I don't have much time. I have to get home to the apartment."
I thought for a moment. Alright. I better get into this iron door. At least my feet are not tired down the stairs.
I entered the iron door. Then the door closed tightly. I saw my boss pressing the buttons on the iron wall that I did not understand. This is the first time I have entered this place. I watched around me. There is no air gap. Just a little camera at the top corner of this iron spot.
What is that little camera for? Did a photographer hook his camera up there to take a selfie from above and forget to bring it back? Oh gosh. Just-there's.
"Oh yes. What's your name?" ask my boss without looking at me.
I bowed my face "I am Afrah Amirah."
"OKAY. I'm Fikri."
So his name is Fikri? Masya Allah. I just found out my boss's name is Fikri. Yes, I have worked here for a long time. For me it is not important to find out the name of the owner of this restaurant even though I had misunderstood and thought he was not the owner of this restaurant.
After that only silence was between us until finally the rumbling sound of my hungry stomach rang.
O Allah. I want to cry right now. I'm really embarrassed. Even to the extent that Mr. Fikri also cleared his throat.
"Eat already?"
"Eat with food in the kitchen. Ask for the chef."
"Sorry Sir. Can't."
"Why?"
"Everything here belongs to the restaurant. I don't want to take it even if it's just as big as a bean."
"Then?"
"If I eat it without permission. I will sin. That's not my right. Especially without the permission of the owner of this restaurant."
Ting! The sound of this iron door opening. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Alhamdulillahot. Nothing happened let alone the incident of running out of oxygen.
"Then?"
"Then it's all going to be haram and not a blessing to me."
And also his word Ta'ala:
وَلَا تَأْكُلُوا أَمْوَالَكُم بَيْنَكُم بِالْبَاطِلِ
"And let not some of you eat of the property of others among you by the path of evil..." [Al-Baqara: 188]
"Alhamdulillah. You are one of my honest employees. Thank ye. I allow it today so that you can eat and be lawful to you. Ask for a chef. Tell him I let him."
Mr. Fikri has already walked away. I didn't answer. I just kept quiet. But he didn't know that his departure made my heart beat. A good handsome man. I like his eyes. Blue slicing. Then he praised me.
O Allah. This heart-debaran? Would I be wrong to feel ashamed of him?
The sound of the iron door closing sounded. I round my eyes in surprise.
"Oh God! Asterghfirullah..."
I quickly prevented him from coming out of this iron door. Unfortunately, it closed quickly. I'm panicking. I tried to force open. But it can't.
I was in a hurry just to press the many buttons on this iron wall. Oh my God, what should I do?
Would if I pressed this button be broken?
Can it be short?
Can it explode?
What if I have to compensate?
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Calm. Calm. Later insya Allah explained why the beginning of Afrah gaptek kebangetan.
Cctv was thought to be the camera of the photographer left behind
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