Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
12. Afrah (Fisabilillah Singles )
Pelita Indah Complex Housing. Block A. At 07:00 in the morning. North Jakarta.
"Allaahumagh firlii wa tub 'alayya, innaka antat tawwaabur rahiim."
"O Allah, forgive me my sins, and accept my repentance, You are the All-Receiver of Repentance, the Most Merciful."
I said the prayer after the Sunnah Dhuha prayer as much as 100x. As in the hadith of Aisha radhiallahu'anha:
صلى رسول الله صلى الله عليه وسلم الضحى، ثم قال: "اللهم اغفر لي، وتب علي، إنك أنت التواب الرحيم" حتى قالها مائة مرة
"Rasulullah Shallallahu'alaihi Wasallam once prayed dhuha, then recited the prayer: /Allaahumagh firlii wa tub 'alayya, innaka antat tawwaabur rahiim/ (O Allah, forgive my sin, and accept my repentance, truly, You are the All-Receiver of Repentance, the Most Merciful). He said this 100x" (HR. Al Bukhari in Al Adabul Mufrad no. 219, Al Albani in Shahih Al Adabul Mufrad)
After that, I said the word Aamiin. I released my face after performing the Sunnah Dhuha prayer before leaving to work at the restaurant. Today I went into the morning shift until 16:00 p.m.
"Afrahs. Let's have breakfast first."
Mother's voice made me look at her. Mother still wears her green apron. I just nodded and immediately sat down on the dining table chair.
"What time are you home today?"
"God willing at four in the afternoon Bun. What's up?"
"Just say. After the magrib insya Allah there is a ceremony of thanksgiving next door."
"Worship ceremony?" I frowned. "Something just moved house, Bun?"
Mother nodded. "Yes. Good guy. Friendliest. Three times you have met them. It's more appropriate when Mommy buys vegetables with a traveling vegetable in front of our house.."
"So Mommy is shopping for vegetables while chatting? No messing around, is it Bun?"
"Hush! You are just there. Mother is not so."
Then I chuckled amusedly. Mommy already holds my favorite plate of rainbow cake. But before it was in front of my eyes, Mother again dodged and put it again into the refrigerator.
I'm panicking. "Bun. ah that's Afrah's favorite rainbow cake. Afrah asks." I whine to Mother.
"Can't. Your vegetable noodles are not over yet. Don't be so Afrah. Not okay. God does not like people who are overrated."
وكُلُواْ وَاشْرَبُواْ وَلاَ تُسْرِفُواْ إِنَّهُ لاَ يُحِبُّ الْمُسْرِفِينَ
"Eat and drink and do not overdo it. Verily, Allah does not like those who are superfluous" (QS. Al-A'raf, Verse 31)
"But can the rainbow cake fill up the Afrah lunch later in the break hours at work?"
Mother nodded and smiled at me. "Yes, darling of course. Quickly finish your breakfast. Don't be late for work let alone time corruption."
"Yes Bun."
"Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Come in." greetings Mother kindly.
The sound of footsteps could be heard. I turned to the origin of the voice and a beautiful woman stood in front of me.
I stared at him from head to toe. That woman is sweet. Hijab. White skin. Tyrannous cheek. Has thin lips and wide eyes.
"Yes Allah. She's so pretty. Like a doll." I said in my heart.
"Oh nak Fara. What's up, huh?"
"So her name is Fara?" I say it again in my heart. I can honestly see it today.
"Em sorry Mom interfered. This. from Mama. He said to Mom and the family."
I saw that Fara handed me a bushel of food inside. My mother gladly accepted it.
"Thank God, thank you son. Tell your mother, God willing, tonight we and our family will come to the Thanksgiving at your home. Ah yes, this is my daughter. His name is Afrah."
I stood up and then along with him. He seemed to smile at me. A friendly smile. It seemed like she was not an arrogant woman behind the beauty of her face.
"Hi Afrah's. Greetings. I'm Fara. Play next time."
I just nodded. We also had a little chat with Mother until finally my work hours arrived. I immediately say goodbye to Mother and Fara.
"Be careful on the Afrah road. Don't speed up on the bike."
"God willing Mother. Em Fara's. I go first yes. Sorry I have to work now. Asalamualaikum."
"Wa'alaikumussalam nak."
"Wa'alaikumussalam Afrah."
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Delicious by Fikri Family Restaurant. At 13:00 noon. North Jakarta.
I waited for one of the diners to pay the bill for all the food after I received a bill from him.
The atmosphere of the restaurant today Alhamdulillah very crowded coincides with office rest hours and hours of eating the workers.
The restaurant that became my workplace this time was strategically located close to the office area of tall buildings. Government offices and shopping malls.
The price of food at this restaurant is also very affordable. So there is no need to be afraid of the price of food that is fairly expensive. Especially on the 2nd floor above. Ice cream specialty shop for ice cream lovers.
"This is the money, ma'am."
I received the Rp.250,000 with a friendly smile and did not forget to return the change and receipt of payment.
"Thank you, brother. Welcome back."
He smiled at me. I stared at his disappearance. Looks like he's a service worker around here wearing a hijab and a PNS waskat uniform.
Then my gaze turned to a large table that had been reserved since 2 hours ago by my friend who became a waiter at this restaurant. Currently the big table is already inhabited by two large families.
There were two middle-aged male mothers. A man-of-a-kind
O Allah. Isn't that Mr Fikri? Then I turned to look at the woman in front of him. Masya Allah. The world is narrow. I didn't expect that woman to be Fara. The next-door neighbor who just moved in and came to my house this morning.
My gaze was now focused by the two children there. Mr. Fikri is holding a baby. Looks like 7 months old. Then in the middle between Mr. Fikri and the middle-aged mother was a small boy around the age of 5 years.
"Casual Ma'am!"
I was surprised and looked to the side. "Bak Jihan! O Allah. Afrah's heart feels like it wants to be dislodged." I said while stroking the chest.
Ma'am Jihan laughed amusedly. Ma'am jihan is my workmate too. His position as a food delivery waiter at this restaurant.
"Have you seen Mr Fikri, Ma'am Afrah?"
"Huh?" Suddenly I was nervous. Then I cleared my throat. "Em it-"
"Bak see the woman in front of Mr. Fikri. Masya Allah. Beautiful, Mother."
I looked back at Fara. Ja. She is beautiful. Especially when smiling. Mr. Fikri and Fara seemed like a matching couple.
"The words of the ministers who are here, the woman is his future wife Pak Fikri Mbak. Well the kids who were there, it was Mr. Fikri's foster son."
"Lifting child?" I said not expecting.
"Yes. Foster child." explains Ma'am Jihan again. "I know from Masku Mbak. My brother works for Mr. Fikri's company. Well that woman is also a company with him. His issue was to become a secretary Pak Fikri. But it wasn't."
"Even I thought the two children were the children of Mr. Fikri's birth" I said slowly.
"Don't kid. Marry not yet. The 7-month-old baby is called Fauzan. Well that 7-year-old was his brother Fauzan. Name's Faisal. That's why dong Mbak. Follow Pak Fikri's Instagram account. Let's know he's a handsome bachelor."
"What did you say, Mother? Sagram. What is sagram?"
I saw the look on Ma'am Jihan's face looking at me in disbelief.
"Instagram of Afrah. Instagram. Ituloh, social media accounts. Mommy doesn't have one?"
I shook my head slowly. I really don't have any. That's what the hell? I just heard.
"Judek. Here's where Madam Afrah's phone is. I follow Mr. Fikri. If you need my Instagram account, too. Haha."
I pulled out my phone at him and he patted his eel again.
"Yyahoo!!! How is this sample? This is an old-fashioned mobile phone where you can Ma'am!"
I just shrug my shoulders no matter what. He asked my phone. Aye? Where's wrong? But it's not all that important. My gaze now turned towards the large family table. My heart felt sad.
Yah.. Mr Fikri already has a boking dong? O Allah, what should this wicked servant of yours be?
"And do not approach adultery, for it is a wicked deed and a bad way" (Al-Qur'an Surat Al-Isra 32)
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Patience Yes Afrah 😂
But yes, the world is narrow. Neighbor next door even his future wife Fikri 🤣
Thanks for reading. Healthy always for you.
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