Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
2. Afrah (Blue Sliced Man )
The weather is hot today. But it doesn't matter because it's God's destiny. Right now I'm cooking in the kitchen with my mother. Today we are cooking my favorite dishes. Namely Mie Aceh with a sprinkling of chicken meat that has been in small milk.
Ah yes I forgot. Introduction, I am Afrah Amirah. You can call me Afrah or Amirah. Much the same. I am 29 years old now. Rainbow lovers because they are beautiful. It has been said almost three heads but the soul mate does not exist.
You guys don't laugh at me. It's not that I don't sell or don't want to try. But he has not met his soul mate. All this time if I liked someone, I was only able to harbor my own feelings and did not dare to express them. I'm a shy person.
"Have you finished making the Acehnese noodles?"
Mother's voice made me realize from my daydream since. Therefore, I immediately turned off the stove fire and then served my father's Aceh noodles to the plate.
"God will be arriving soon."
I nodded in understanding. Oh yeah, my dad works at a famous hotel restaurant as a chef there. I can cook too. The results of the lessons and the science of cooking in these various recipes that Dad applied to me.
Speaking of Dad, he wouldn't let me work anywhere else. Dad even told me to stay home to help Mother. Yes indeed, Mother's age is 50 years. While Dad is 55 years old. Of course if all my Mother's work helped her.
We used to have a housekeeper. It was only a year because soon the assistant was caught stealing our valuables. And one more thing, the typical father is a man who is easily disappointed and traumatized so that with the incident, Dad will no longer believe in any domestic assistant.
If it's like that I can what? But it doesn't matter. As a child I must serve both of my parents as Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala said:
"Worship Allah and do not associate Him with anything. And do good to two mothers." [an-Nisa'/4:36].
Mother's cell phone rang out. I saw the mother who had received the call.
"Hello Asalamualaikum Father."
I could hear my father's voice, which was loud even though it was only vague. I just shrugged my shoulders indifferently and chose to continue washing dirty dishes and other cutlery after cooking until my mother's voice again made me turn to her.
"Afra. After washing your dishes Dad's restaurant ya."
I frowned. "To restaurant? Isn't Dad going home?"
Mother walked towards me then squeezed my shoulders. "He said so. Suddenly the restaurant was busy. There is a well-known company from Jakarta that is doing eating activities there. Maybe the big bosses. Here's the Acehnese noodles you moved to the dining box container ya."
I started complaining because I was tired. "Why don't you eat there anyway Bun? My father is a restaurant owner. Dad can cook. Dad's a chef too. Dad-"
And I did not continue my words of complaint as my mother held my lips.
"It's orders. Don't like to complain. Mother knows it's your shortcoming. But don't do it. Learn in anything. There dad works. Collecting sustenance for us. Dad also did not want to eat restaurant cuisine even though it was made. Cuisine over there is someone else's right Afra. Even in the allotment for restaurant visitors."
I put my face in shame. Ah, one more thing you should know about my flaws. I easily complain. But I'll try not to.
Mother finally hugged tightly. "Don't be sad, dear." Mother loved me so much that she rubbed my back gently.
"Originally you know, I prefer your homemade cooking. Said delicious. It's even smart to make processed recipes that I taught you."
I smile. I was so ashamed and realized my mistake. "I'm sorry Bun. God willing I won't repeat it again."
"All right then. Immediately prepare. Don't be late. I must've been holding back the hunger there."
I also nodded and did not forget to kiss Mother's cheek with affection then immediately headed to the room and changed clothes not even forget to wear my veil.
I closed all my letters with a veil when I came out of the house. Incidentally the distance from the restaurant and my house is not too far considering its current position coincides in the middle of the city of Aceh.
From a distance of several meters, I saw several couples walking hand in hand. Ah, just seeing that thing all of a sudden my heart just slipped.
I can only say, when am I like them? Not only that, there was even a couple pushing a babystoler who made me even more upset.
O Allah, I am 29 years old and no Brotherhood has asked me.
But how could that have happened considering I was just a home child. Everyday I just help Mommy, stay in the room while reading novels and playing the internet on the computer. I actually have friends and again they are all family. How lonely is my heart
!!!!!!
I'm appalled. My breath was so stingy that I unknowingly dropped a plastic bag containing my father's lunch on the street. Right next to my feet.
I'm shocked. Astagfirullah, again just thinking about the problem of soul mate and worldly almost a car hit me if only the driver did not brake him suddenly.
I held my heartbeat that was racing fast until I finally sat down weakly. Both my eyes are glazed. I have been privileged many times in my heart even I have not cared about the people around me who started to arrive.
I cursed my stupidity even unconsciously crossed the crossroads without paying attention to the traffic lights that were burning green.
A man came to me. He was worried that he was trying to help me. I politely declined to signify that I was keeping my distance from being touched by the man despite this situation.
Both of my eyes were heating up and I tried to refrain from crying out of shock at this time also behind the veil I was wearing.
Until finally a young man in the range of 30 years suddenly came to see the situation. I was stunned and stared at his handsome face so dignified.
Charismatic aura really emanated from him which seemed like a company leader considering that at this time the man was dressed formally.
I was amazed by his good looks even though only a few seconds and immediately bowed my gaze because it had looked at a man who was not my mahram as from Ibn Kathir rahimahullah
saying :
"This is the commandment of Allah Ta'ala to His faithful servants to guard (hold) their views from the things forbidden to them. Do not look except to those things which are allowed to be seen. And hold your sight from the things forbidden." (Tafsir Ibn Kathir, 6/41)
In me who was still in shock and trying to stand up limped, I could clearly see how the man looked at me unblinkingly behind the look on his panicked and anxious face and the two blue irises in his formal attire.
But just for a moment, I tried to dispel the dizziness that suddenly just present. I tried to stand up with a feeling that was so heavy as if the situation around me felt spinning and I was unable to hold it any longer until finally everything went dark.
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Author :
Greeted briefly with Si Fikri. Keep running out it even fainted 😂
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