Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
17. Fikri (Tryka-nerka)
I was driving my car at a moderate speed when the clock was 22:00 p.m. There was nothing special about all this other than the jolly Fara and the innocent woman Afrah.
Afrah is like a child who just came out of the house. That's what I've been thinking since I first met him in Aceh.
But, something strange is peeling in my heart. My curiosity for him. He reminds me of my old friend named Reva. One of the women I hated for being the cause of Devika's death. Because when in massalu Reva who drove Devika's car until finally the accident happened.
O Allah. Devika again Devika. Instantly I pulled both corners of my lips uplifted in memory of the beautiful late Devika. If he was alive, maybe right next to me there was Devika. The figure of a future wife who accompanied my loneliness.
But if you think about it again. After a few years, I never heard from Reva again. Whether he's alive or not, only God knows after the last news I heard that Reva was in a coma due to the accident.
Thinking too much about Devika and Reva subconsciously I drove my car to arrive at my apartment bassement. I parked my car neatly and shut off the engine.
The Afrah shadow that held the communication science book just now really cannot be forgotten. Moreover, I used to study in Communication Science.
Okay I understand that who studied in the Department of Communication Science is a lot. Not just one person. But, I felt that there was something in Afrah that made me curious.
Was Afrah studying communication science as well? If so, where did the woman go to college? Is it in the same university as I am in Samarinda?
I shook my head quickly. No. gabe. It is unlikely that Afrah attended the same university while Afrah was from Aceh.
A thought that Afrah was once a roving student again crossed my mind. Suddenly my head was dizzy just to think about it.
But if it's true. I never saw him then. Especially having a friend who is a major. My cell phone awakened me from all my thoughts. Mother's name is plastered on my phone screen.
"Asalamualaikum. Yes Mother?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Where are you going?"
"Firki in the apartment bassement. What's the matter, Bun?"
"There's nothing Fik. Quickly get to your apartment. It's night. Time to go to bed. Mother made you a glass of cow's milk."
I'm slack. "Oh God the Mother. What's for?"
"So that your bones are healthy. You're 30 years old Fik. Don't let you be an osteoporosis bachelor."
"Mother. Please don't overdo it."
"Loh, you are! Mother is of equal concern to you. Prevention is better than cure, right? You haven't married Fik. How sick is it?"
"Yes yes it is up to Mother. Whatever.." I said with patience.
"Quick to the apartment before your milk is cold, yes, big baby or Mother will stuff the baby pacifier into your mouth so you do not protest much!"
Clik. Connection interrupted.
O Allah strengthen the heart of the servant.
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The phone rang after I just closed my laptop. I accepted. An unknown number.
"Hello Asalamualaikum?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Hey, sweetie."
I'm appalled. Gosh darn. Male voice. Instantly I clicked.
"Sorry who?"
"Have you forgotten my geeky voice?"
"Tell me who you are. I don't have time for-"
The door is wide open. A tall man of formal stelan just walked in. He pretended to have a serious look on his face and was still holding his phone.
O Allah. He's really outrageous! I almost got emotional from that shitty guy.
"What's up here?!"
"You kicked me out? Oh come. I just arrived from Switzerland."
He was sitting on the sofa in my room. His name is Daniel. Friends during ospek time on campus. We are different majors. While studying Daniel studied International Economics.
"I don't care. Don't call the word. That's so horrible!" sebal say.
I checked my wrist watch. It's noon hour. Which means the break hour arrives. I also walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Eat."
"Daniel!"
I stared at Daniel. He just laughed amusedly. He was so. Sucks and likes to mock me.
"It's fun to make you angry Fik. So, where are we going?"
"To my restaurant. Lunch."
"Then you have to make a deal. Let's just say your cool friend's welcome arrives from Switzerland."
"Whatever." I said coldly. We finally entered an elevator to get down to the lobby floor.
"Why are you coming home? Tumben once?" I saw Daniel who was beside me.
"I failed again."
"In your business dealings?"
"No. It's a personal matter. Sintia is married to her father's choice. I can what?"
I shave my shoulders no matter what. "Just enjoy. Isn't singles fun without being tied up?"
"You say that easily. Don't tell me you haven't forgotten our late Devika?"
I didn't answer. I just smiled thinly. Daniel just sighed. My best friend knew who I loved and who I would never forget.
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As Daniel went to the toilet, again I was pensive with all my thoughts. Especially about Afrah. Soon the woman will come to deliver my room food.
The curiosity from a few days ago about Afrah made me wonder more and more in my heart.
"Asalamualaikum Sir?"
I looked towards the door. The woman I had been thinking about was standing in front of the door carrying a tray that contained some lunch today.
"Wa'alaikumussalam come in."
Politely Afrah entered my room. Afrah began serving a lunch menu in front of me.
"Em sorry Sir. Any more additions?"
"No." I shook my head quickly. "That's enough."
Afrah just nodded then politely chose to say goodbye to me.
"Attent."
Afrah stopped her steps. "Yes sir?"
Instantly I fell silent. Gathering the courage to ask more questions about its mass. But is that polite?
"Sir?"
"Huh?"
"Sorry what's wrong, sir?"
"Ah I'm sorry. Are-"
"Asalamualaikum. Sorry long wait for Fik. Right now"
Then we all fell silent looking at Daniel who suddenly came. I finally had Afrah go.
I have to be patient. I had to wait for the right time to ask further for the conjecture I had after these few days.
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Fikri became suspicious. When is that how to turn? 😂
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