Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
14. Afrah (Patience for Allah)
Pelita Indah Complex Housing. At 14:00 p.m.
One day has passed. The shadow of the incident that night after seeing Mr. Fikri and Fara chatting briefly on the porch of the house made my heart restless.
I don't understand what's wrong with me. My heart feels uncomfortable. My feelings are not calm. Seeing Mr. Fikri and Fara made me dislike it.
O Allah. Servant why? Is this what you call jealousy?
Why was I jealous that night? Mr. Fikri is not who I am. Mahram is not. Why am I jealous? Fara and Pak Fikri have been betrothed. I cannot be among them.
I chose to sit. Resisting anger and stifling emotions in the chest. For 29 years I have never known the word man. Love's. And jealous. I'm just a kid who spends time with Mommy.
Once I recognized and familiarized myself in the outside world, all kinds of problems were present one by one. Especially my heart.
I choose to lie on my bed in this tosca color. I like bright colors and rainbow colors. In front of my eyes it was all beautiful. But unfortunately this beauty does not affect my mood.
I'm trying to sleep. I closed my eyes tightly. In the darkness of the shadows in my eyes I was currently imagining rainbow cake. Rainbows. Pony. The red color of the neighbor fence that was painted this morning. Yellow color turmeric spice belongs to Mother in the kitchen. Green color of neighbor grass. Blue iris blue eyes Pak Fik-s
Oh Allah....
I finally woke up again. I smacked my face with this pillow. I feel like I want to roll on the bed so that the shadow of Mr. Fikri and Fara together disappears.
Then I squeezed again. I'm speechless. I grabbed the prayer beads. Think fervently so that this liver disease will soon disappear by remembering God.
As Allah has clearly stated in the Qur'an :
الَّذِينَ آمَنُوا وَتَطْمَئِنُّ قُلُوبُهُم بِذِكْرِ اللَّهِ ۗ أَلَا بِذِكْرِ اللَّهِ تَطْمَئِنُّ الْقُلُوبُ
"(i.e.,) those who believe and their hearts are at peace with the remembrance of Allah. Remember, it is only by remembering Allah that the heart is at ease." (QS. Ar Ra'du :28)
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Delicious by Fikri Family Restaurant. At 13:00 p.m.
The break hour also lasted. Currently I enjoy snacks cassava cassava made by Mother. I never bring heavy food from home because I prefer colorful snacks like these.
I sat down leisurely while eating these delicious cenils slowly behind the veil I was wearing. The rest location of the employees is located at the back of the restaurant and more precisely in the locker room area. This room is quite comfortable. Desk and chair are provided. There is also a mushola.
"Afrah?"
I looked to the side. Suddenly Dad came up with a trademark wearing an apron and his chef uniform.
"Dad? What's up?"
I intended to stand up from sitting but Dad told me to sit down. My father chose to sit in front of me.
"Dad interrupted your lunch?"
I'm shaking. "No. Afrah just so happens to be done. Dad's resting again?"
Dad nodded. "Yes. Dad again rest. I have a message for you, son."
I saw Dad who was so serious with me.
"Daddy's been contacted by Bu Ayu. She is the birth mother of Mr. Fikri."
My heart was beating so hard. Suddenly I was excited. O Allah. Am I in the same room as Mr Fikri? Is his match with Fara void? Can I get a spade?
"Why Dad? Is there any important news?"
Dad nodded again. "Yes son. It's about Fikri."
"Ficily?"
O Allah. This heart is getting so fast. My cheeks even warmed up and it felt red. I gripped the tip of my hijab. Channel this sense of heart-restlessness.
"Look, Ayu's mother tasked Dad from now on to make a special healthy lunch Fikri. Said so Fikri wouldn't buy ready-to-eat food out there."
"Then?"
"Dad thought after that you were in charge of delivering Mr. Fikri's food to his room. He will arrive 1 hour before the break. That's all."
"So the delivery man for Mr Fikri?"
"Yes. What have you been thinking since, son?"
"Em no Dad."
"Then I want to go back to the kitchen. Quickly finish your food."
And my body doesn't feel excited. And so soon I realized. I should never have hoped for humans.
Astarghfirullah's. What did I just do?
I should have hoped in God. It wasn't Mr. Fikri who would disappoint me. Aye right?
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Next day. At 13:00 noon.
I held a tray filled with food and a glass of water for Mr. Fikri. Father said Mr. Fikri was already in his room.
Just to walk into his room, my heart beat completely. I tried to be patient and follow this command.
I have climbed the stairs one by one as many as 3 floors. The iron box exists. But I'm scared. Afraid like the incident at that time who almost fainted because they did not understand how to climb the iron box.
Arriving in front of Mr. Fikri's room, I was surprised. I'm speechless. I saw Fara sitting in front of Mr. Fikri. O Allah. This feeling of dislike is again present.
"Mother Afrah?"
I gasped when Mr. Fikri called me. As a result, I clumsily entered his room. I slowly served Mr. Fikri's lunch on the table.
"Well, Afrah! You work here too?"
Fara's enthusiastic voice only made me nod awkwardly.
"Ep. Yes Fara. I work here."
"Oh yeah? What share? Food introduction?"
"No. I'm the cashier." I said again to Fara.
"Alhamdulillah. The spirit of Afrah. I'll play in your house tonight!"
I just nodded awkwardly. Fara is so. He's a jolly friend.
"Can Afrah ask for more help?"
Mr. Fikri's voice distracted me from him. "Could Sir. Ask for help."
"Please drop off the lunch menu for Fara ya."
"What do you want to eat?"
I saw Mr. Fikri ask Fara. Fara's face became red. He's very cheerful. Even look beautiful and fit with Mr. Fikri as a matching couple.
"Hmmm. The seafood fried rice can also. Afrah will please deliver here. I'm hungry." Yeah."
I just complied and immediately walked out of Mr. Firki's room. With a lethargic step I walked. Down the stairs one by one.
"Yes Allah. Its alright. God willing is a strong servant."
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Afrah Patience. Silence is gold.
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