Asiyah End Times

Asiyah Shawl

The mood in the office. Preparing for the gathering for next week. Food, clothes with matching colors, decorating themes and so on.

No exception with Asiyah and Rima. For the female staff must wear a matching scarf also in terms of model and color. Yes all agreed clothes in white, and scarves for women in soft green with falling material.

For the preparation of tomorrow's event, this Sunday Asiyah will go to the market to buy a shawl as determined yesterday.

After breakfast fried banana this morning is over. Asiyah informed Umi of her plan this afternoon.

 “Umi later bought crackers, Asiyah want to go directly to buy shawl yaa Mi, in Muslimah store,” said Asiyah while sweeping the house this morning.

"What's my shawl for? Umi shawl a lot in the closet, just use that one?” umi answered while cooking in the kitchen for this lunch. Sambal pengulek.

“For Mi work, because there would be an event in the office, want photos of it, he said he had to wear a scarf with the same color as office friends, office friends, the shawl material must also be the same so that later it fits photographed the results are good Mi, Asiyah has not had anything like that,” said Asiyah.

“Oh so, yes already, go, but don't be long, son, help Umi wrap crackers and chips later,” said Umi while shaking her hand frying fish in the cauldron.

“Iya Umi, not long kok, later in shea Allah Asiyah directly home.”

At 01:00 noon.

The house is finished. Eat it too. Shower as well. Dzuhur prayer has also been done. Asiyah was preparing to leave for the market using her motorbike.

The sun this afternoon is quite hot. Drying the clothes that Asiyah was wearing, burning her cloths. Asiyah did not forget to put on a jacket, gloves, and mask to protect herself from the evil sunlight this afternoon, as well as a mask to protect her breathing from the annoying dust.

Fifteen minutes. From a distance, the modern traditional market. Asiyah deflected her motor handlebar, parked it. Asiyah.

Although crowded with sellers of vegetables and fish but this market is still fairly clean. No muddy and stinky. Because it is cleanliness is cared for by market guards and traders and here is also prohibited from littering for buyers.

It was hot weather at the market this afternoon.

A sweat poured out from Asiyah's forehead. He wiped that sweat. Subhanallah.. It is very hot, God.

Heading to the place where the crackers and chips traders who have become subscriptions for three years. Asiyah traced one of the market aisles, firmly her steps. Asiyah was no longer awkward to set foot in a market like this, after the previous glory days of Abi, untouched in the least by Asiyah to shop in a traditional place like this, after all, except shopping at the Mall.

“Assalamu’alaykum.” Asiyah said to the trader. Mr. Sudi.

“Wa’alaykumussalam.. Asiyah,” replied Mr. Sudi.

“Custom Sir..” Order Asiyah. Throwing smiles.

Mr. Sudi just prepared the Asiyah order. Weigh the weight of those crackers and chips. As usual. No need to say the details. Mr. Sudi understood. Because indeed Asiyah and Umi are loyal customers in the raw cracker shop owned by Pak Sudi.

Submitting his trade to Asiyah. Mr. Sudi has packed it very neatly and safely. With a thick plastic bag.

Asiyah took her order. Paying some money to Mr. Sudi.

Waiting for a moment, Mr. Sudi returned the excess money given by Asiyah.

“Thank you sir, assalamu’alaykum,” Asiyah said to Mr. Sudi.

“Yoopp.. both Asiyah,” replied Mr. Sudi.

Alhamdulillah, the crackers are done, just buy a shawl. Should be quick, Umi wait at home, Asiyah should help Umi pack more crackers at home.

Asiyah immediately headed for the Muslimah shop. Not far from that cracker stall. The shawl in the Muslim shop is cheap. It can be bargained for the price. The model is good too. Usually Asiyah and Umi also buy her veil there.

Arriving at the Muslimah shop, Asiyah just chose the shawl on display.

Five minutes already. The scarf he was looking for did not exist. Asked the shopkeeper. It turned out that there was indeed no shawl that Asiyah was looking for.

Asiyah rushed to look for the shawl to the entire store. One by one the hijab shops lined up along the market were entered. An hour had Asiyah looking for him but did not see him either. His feet began to weaken. The sweat on his forehead was getting wet. Breathing out.

Asiyah rested for a moment. Numpang sat in the front seat of the hijab shop he had just entered. Flapping his face with his hands. Asiyah continued to look around, looking around for where the shawl was.

Suddenly his eyes stopped. From distance. It looks like. That shawl is the shawl I'm looking for. Asiyah was excited again. Asiyah immediately went to the store. Obviously the scarf was on display in front of the store.

Alhamdulillahot. Asiyah got it after an hour of looking for her. The struggle seems to be and the price is quite expensive.

Umi must be worried at home. Asiyah's phone is ringing, there's a phone from Umi.

"Assalamu'alaykum Umi, sorry old Asiyah Umi."

"Son, where is it? Why so long?" ask Umi.

"Yes this just want to go home, Asiyah was around the market first looking for the shawl," Asiyah picked up her phone while walking quickly.

"Yes son, be careful, don't speed with the bike."

"Yes Umi, assalamu'alaykum."

Asiyah will be home soon.

Asiyah looked very rushed. With the bag he held in his right hand. The crackers and chips he was holding left and right. Not to mention the shawl groceries earlier. It seems asiyah.

Suddenly Asiyah's footsteps stopped. Looked back. Like someone was following him. There aren't. Asiyah walked back. Hurriedly. Passing through the crowd of people shopping in the market. Urged. Still am. The feeling of being watched still exists. Someone's still following him. Asiyah turned her body back. Looked back. There's no one.

Asiyah turned her body back to the front. “Astaghfirullah.” Asiyah surprised.

A handsome man was standing right in front of him. Holding a shawl in his hand. He gave it to Asiyah. The man smiled at him.

“Sorry.. The shawl just fell, I tried to catch up earlier, You walk very fast,” said the man gasped. Looking at the face of Asiyah who seemed to be exhausted as well. Allah is beautiful, simple, he thought. Astaghfirullah, said the man inwardly, the man rubbed his face.

“Astaghfirullah, I thought there was a bad person trailing Me, thank you,” Asiyah stared at the man's face for a moment. Maa shaa Allah is very handsome. Cools. This guy looks good. Polite conduct. Ahh what is this thought? Asiyah should be home soon.

“Then I excuse you first, hurry up, Umi is waiting at home,” continued Asiyah quickly. Explain things that the man may not understand. Asiyah left immediately.

The man stood glued to his place, looking at Asiyah until she disappeared. It seemed that He really admired Asiyah.

Could it?