Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
20. Afrah (application?)
As per Mr. Fikri's message last night, I carried out his duty to bring my S1 degree graduate graduation certificate sheet.
The time Mr. Fikri has here is only 1 hour. That's at lunchtime. I don't want to waste my time anymore. I quickly climbed the 2-storey stairs. Riding this staircase has become my routine every day just to meet with Mr. Fikri.
I finally arrived on the 3rd floor. Both of my feet stepped towards Mr. Fikri's room. And again, I forgot that Fara was there right now. Lately Mr. Fikri often brought his partner.
If it wasn't Fara, or that bule guy I saw back then. With courtesy I knocked on Mr. Fikri's door.
"Asalamualaikum Sir."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Oh Afrah's? Come inside."
I entered Mr. Fikri's room. In front of Mr. Fikri was Fara who had just finished her lunch greedily.
"Hi Afrah! Well, we meet again."
I'm just patting. "Yes Fara. Thank goodness."
"I want to see your graduation letter."
I turned to look at Mr. Fikri and immediately gave him what he asked for. Mr. Fikri looked closely at my graduation letter.
I noticed the look on his face. Whether I feel it or not. Why does Mr Fikri look so serious?
"You graduated from Samarinda University?"
I'm nodding. "Yes sir."
"You also majored in Communication Science class in 2011?!" asked Mr. Fikri who was currently suddenly the look on his face turned inhospitable.
"Yes sir."
"You-you"
"Ficery. Just sec.."
Fara interjected between us before Mr. Fikri finished my question.
"You.. You're okay, right?" ask Fara to Mr. Fikri.
I saw Fara who seemed to be worried about Mr. Fikri.
"Yes.me.I'm fine."
"Why do you look angry Fik?"
"No." Mr. Fikri shook his head quickly. Mr. Fikri turned to look at me. "Em forgive me Afrah. Are you okay?"
I'm shaking. "I'm okay Sir."
"OKAY. Again sorry. You can go."
I just nodded and left immediately. Mr. Fikri makes me wonder more and more every day. What's really going on with all this?
"Yahoooooooooo!!! A COCKROACH!"
BRACKET!
Suddenly Fara panicked. Fara climbed onto the table in fear after Fara kicked her chair until it fell on the floor. Me and Mr. Fikri approached him.
"O Allah Fara, What's the matter?" manya panic.
"Afrah! A cockroach! I'm scared!"
"Where?"
"Under the table! I'm afraid! The cockroach got on my feet. Get rid of the beast! Get kicked!"
Unexpectedly Fara was in tears. I quickly walked out of the room, looking for something to repel the cockroach. Then I saw one of the OBs on this 3rd floor.
"Sir!"
"Yes Ma'am?"
"I borrowed this floor mop."
"Huh? For the ap-"
I ignored the OB and immediately brought the floor mop tool in Pak Fikri's room.
"Afrah. I've already thrown that cockroach away."
I stopped my steps that just stopped in front of the door of Mr. Fikri's room.
"Rightly Fik already? Oh my God I'm afraid."
"It has. Be calm. Everything's fine. I'm here for you."
I was stunned to hear Mr. Fikri's last words. Sounds ambiguous in my hearing. Then Fikri's gaze shifted to my second. I quickly cleared my throat for pleasantries so I looked fine.
"Have you thrown it away?" I asked Mr. Fikri.
"It has. You just go back downstairs."
Then Mr. Fikri turned to look at Fara who was sitting on a chair. Fara was crying. With great care Pak Fikri grabbed the tissue and gave it to Fara.
Not only that. Mr. Fikri also gave a glass of juice that I had made because I remember the word Father, Mr. Fikri must often drink orange juice as a requirement of vitamin C in his body.
I took the initiative to make it to Mr. Fikri. But what power if the juice that has not been touched since then has been given to Fara.
Mr. Fikri looked worried and worried about the shocked Fara. But without him knowing, Mr. Fikri did not care about me who was currently holding back jealousy.
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Today I'm off work. This day I spend my activities by relaxing in front of the tv while watching cartoons. Why during my stay in Jakarta here I became fond of cartoon films that have a lot of Chanel.
It feels so relaxing. Especially this time I was shining my favorite rainbow jelly. Then suddenly Dad came and sat down next to me.
"Dad?"
"What are you, son?"
"Nih." I said while thrusting a plate of rainbow jelly at Dad. "Afrah again nyemil. Want to?"
Dad shook his head. "No. Thank ye. Is Dad bothering you?"
"No Well. Just relax. You want to talk to Afrah?"
Dad nodded. "Yes. About Mr. Firki."
Instantly I stopped the jelly chewing inside my mouth. I swallowed it and took a glass of water.
"Yes Allah Afrah. You'll choke on it."
I kept drinking that glass of water until the toilet and then grabbed a tissue to wipe my lips.
"What's up, Dad? Is there a problem with the job?" many nervous.
"Not." I looked at me seriously. "Several days Fikri would call Dad on his cell phone and come to him."
"Then?"
"He asked me all about you. Where you go to school and then you."
My heart was beating so hard. Mr. Fikri has really been making me nervous and astonished lately.
"Dad is everything okay?" I'm being careful with Dad.
"Everything is fine Afrah. But I can't tell you everything about your mass with Fikri."
"Why?"
"It's all because of your privacy. He's nobody you want."
I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Honestly speaking. Father's words tonight really make me hot cold because of anxiety and stubbornness.
"But Dad told him. If she has feelings for you or wants to know you more closely, I'll allow her on the condition of proposing to you and marrying you."
DEG.
"Dad!" Suddenly I stood up. I retreated my steps in shock. "Dad, don't joke. Mr. Fikri is already in a match with Fara Yah. Our next-door neighbor. That can't happen."
Father also stood up. Father scissors. "Why are you suddenly nervous and meeting red?"
"Huh?"
"Newly in a match? None of this is necessarily the case of Afrah. Whether they get married or not is God's secret."
"Why Nak? Don't tell me you like Daddy's boss?"
"I-it's. Afrah - O Allah. This father is just that."
I held my cheeks until Dad laughed. O Allah. What the fuck is all this? Why did Dad tease me?
"Am I honest with you?"
"W-what?"
I stammered. Dad's face was completely relaxed. Not with me since.
"So morning, Ayu's mother came to Dad. She said tonight she wants to go to our house with her husband and Fikri"
I don't know what else to do right now. My feelings are mixed. I felt like this was too quick and sudden. Instantly I limp. I sat in shock. Dad approached me.
"Afrahs. You're okay, aren't you, son?"
"Dad!"
"Afra!"
Suddenly we turned towards Mother who came from the direction of the living room. Father stood up and held both shoulders of Mother.
"Oh God, Mom. What was? Don't rush the gini"
"Dad. Quick out. There's a guest coming. There's Ayu's mother and her family."
"Oh. Alright. Afrah..." I turned to look at me again. "Hurry into the room and put on your veil."
And I was confused by this sudden situation. The feeling between joy and anxiety became one until finally the name of Fara and her closeness with Pak Fikri was tucked into my mind at this time.
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Prepare your hearts. Preparennnnnn!!!!!
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