Destiny Nafizah

I'm Going to Go

A few minutes later, I arrived and parked my bike in the parking lot and walked to the lobby and entered the elevator that took me to the top floor. Upon arrival there I walked out to apartment number 32 after that, I pressed the bell, before the door opened, a smiling man greeted me

The man looked very handsome in a short-sleeved shirt suit and jeans wrapped in his stocky body. I was blown away for a moment and then cried while saying hello, ”Assalamualaikum Pak.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam, enter Zah!'' In a cool and relaxed style, Pak Angga invited me to enter his apartment. While inside I was a little surprised to see the room, it looked quiet and quiet. I bit my lower lip to relax my heart and brain which is a little pro and con over this situation and then slowly I sat on the sofa.

“Sorry Zah, suddenly mbok Well permission to go home, I did not have time to contact you and also just returned from the hotel there I was very busy, I was very busy,” he said as he walked to the kitchen preparing his own drinks and snacks, before long Pak Angga was out carrying food and drinks sitting opposite me, I swallowed his saliva to hear Mr. Angga's answer.

Angga continued speaking. "You got Zah's laptop? I check from your laptop only yes, all I allow from your laptop it.”

“Bawa pak ,”I replied while taking the laptop in my bag and turn it on and clicked on my secret concept, then I directed it to Pak Angga. He looked at me as if he knew my anxiety.

He sighed and expressed his regret again “Sorry once again yes, Zah. Trust me I won't fuck around.”

Then he started to focus on the draft that was on my laptop while continuing to talk, "In two weeks I'm going to America to continue my S3, and will also take care of the hotel there. When I was there, you could only follow my guidance through a video call, Zah. Next Saturday is the last guidance through face-to-face with me, because Sunday morning I leave.”

He drank his coffee and continued speaking. “Some days until departure, I'm not going to Zah's college, that's why I told you to come here hoping to help you before I leave." He looked up at me again and I nodded while drinking his warm tea. Pak Angga continued to focus on my laptop while occasionally drinking his coffee.

“How long have you been there?” I break the silence.

Angga looked up briefly at the girl for a moment, it felt like he wanted to express his feelings to the girl at this time as well but he had yet to solve the problem with his fiancee who was betrothed by his master's man, who was the one, he also threw away his desire.

“Emm ... four years Zah, why? You miss me?'' angga said while laughing. I bowed embarrassedly hiding the red hue on my face, then chuckled at my lecturer's question.

“Haha ... if I miss the same Father, can be inflicted by the girl sekampus Pak,” my candlestick to Pak Angga, he fell out of his way to hear my answer.

Angga is still focused on the Nafizah draft interspersed with light jokes not felt already at 21:00. Angga ended his activities and then glanced at his watch while talking, ''Already night Zah, I drove home.”

“I brought a motor sir, I replied while putting a laptop in my bag.

Mr. Angga got up from his seat and took his car keys and said, Just stay here your bike, and next Saturday come here again at one o'clock in the afternoon, Zah. You just bring a change of clothes there is an empty room, you can shower and pray there, there is mukena bi Ina you can use.”

“Good Sir,” would not want me to support because there is no choice anymore.

In the car I sat quietly looking out the window. Pak Angga was still focused on his steering wheel while once glancing at me.

The car stopped at the luxury restaurant Angga removed his seat belt and got out of the car. ''We eat first Zah, I am hungry,” he said as he continued to walk into the restaurant.

I followed from behind, and we sat at the very end. Then we ordered food, before long our order came, and we ate quietly. When we finished, we continued our journey.

Soon we got to the car stop right in front of the gate of my house. Pak Angga took off his seatbelt to drive him into the house. However, I prevented it, ''Until here only Mr. ,mami is not at home only me and household assistant only.”

“Where's your mom Zah?" tanya Angga scrunched his forehead.

Nafizah replied, "Mommy if you have a night at Pak's club, he owns the biggest cub in town. Oh yes, why do you know my home?”

Angga smiled hearing the astonished expression of the girl. ''Easy it is Zah, your bike tomorrow to be escorted by my hotel employees here.”

He put his safety rope back on, I nodded and opened the door and got out of the car.

“Trank you sir,” he said then closed the car door after getting a nod from Angga.

Angga drove his car back to his apartment. On arrival at his apartment he took a bath and he performed his prayer a little late, then laid his body on his bed mattress and fell asleep quickly due to fatigue with the routine today.

I also entered the house after the departure of Mr. Angga's car, then went straight to my room. Shower and pray and lay my body on the bed and sleep. The night is getting late.

Today there is no campus routine that I have to live, because there is no secret guidance. At 3:00 in the morning I woke up as usual. Bathing, praying tahajud and continued by reading the Qur’an while waiting for the dawn adhan.

When the morning adhan reverberated immediately continued the morning prayer and then returned to reading Alqur’an, after I think enough I closed the Alqur’an and folded the mucus. I got up from my seat and went to the kitchen.

There I saw Sumi's bik and Kaila's mom cooking. I scrunched my forehead looking mami already at home early in the morning, usually he rarely comes home, at least once a month, because he prefers to be at the club for days.

From childhood I was foster by Bik Sumi to introduce religion and teach me to teach. It was all Sumi who did it. Because my mom doesn't care and my dad went somewhere. I never knew where the man I missed every time was. I stopped seeing him when I was seven years old.

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