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"Broman! You saw my shoes, didn't you?" peeker Inggit from the room.

"There's on your shoe rack!" answer Shafa.

"Nothing .. - search for it! I'm late!" pekik Inggit was angry.

Shafa who was rinsing dirty dishes hurriedly closed the water faucet, he walked hurriedly to his cousin Inggit's room.

"Astaghfirullah .. why is the room a mess?" Shafa was surprised to see the clothes and several pairs of shoes belonging to Inggit scattered on the floor.

"Eat him next time if keep my things that really do not pile up let me be easily loud," replied Inggit without feeling guilty, he tidied up his appearance in front of the mirror.

Shafa glanced at the shoes that Inggit was looking for had wrapped his feet, he could guess that Inggit must have deliberately pricked him, "but could've done it without unpacking the contents of the closet, but could've done it, if I work like this twice.." Shafa said.

"Udahlah Sha, I don't have time to debate with you. Mending you clean up my room and don't complain too much!" Anggit smiled cynically and walked out of the room.

Shafa who was already feeling tired could only exhale resignedly, he could do nothing but obey the orders of the owner of the house. Waking up in the morning prepared everything and midday had to deliver lunch to his uncle and aunt at their grocery store.

That afternoon the sun was quite hot when Shafa came out of his uncle's shop. Shafa, who is used to carrying mukena in his bag, chose to pray at the mosque he passed. Shafa felt so calm when he heard the sound of the Adhan still reverberating, no matter where he got the encouragement from, he revealed a little curtain that became a barrier between men and women.

A man in a black shirt stood upright chanting the adhan, while behind him were several people sitting cross-legged waiting for his time to commit. Shafa looked in admiration at the owner of that sturdy back. However, after being aware of his error he quickly closed the green curtain again before admiring it too far"Astaghfirullah.." murmured Shafa while holding his chest that felt pounding.

***

After praying zhuhur Shafa again pedaling a bicycle to the cake shop owned by Madah ma'am which is located not far from the mosque, the plan is that he will apply for work there. In fact, Shafa still wants to continue his education to a higher level such as Inggit who is currently studying at one of the leading Universities in the city.

But it was only a wishful thinking because he had no cost to make it happen, since his father died Shafa lived with the Inggit family and never had a chance to make money.

In the journey Shafa felt there was a motorbike that drove slowly following him from behind, Shafa took the initiative to pull over so that the motor sport preceded him. But Shafa's unexpected because now the motorbike driven by the man in the black shirt has stopped right beside him.

"You followed me?" shafa asked when this man had opened the glass helmet he was wearing. Shafa was sure that he was the one who was chanting the Adhan, Shafa hurriedly lowered his head.

"Assalamu'alaikum .. I am Raka. " Raka took something out of his shirt pocket and raised his hand. "You have it, right? Left in the mosque," he added again.

Shafa felt the tip of the hijab she was wearing, sure enough no more mini brooches adorning her hijab, with Shafa still bowed grabbing it from Raka's hand.

"Thank you," Shafa replied briefly, he prepared to go back on his bike. But Raka's words stopped him.

"Absponding to the legal greetings is mandatory" said Raka mengu lum smile, but inwardly laugh at yourself because it has felt interested since seeing this woman leading a bicycle out of the mosque yard.

"Wa'alaikum...."

Shafa passed away just like that ignoring Raka who was still calling him.

"I don't know your name yet!" raka shouted and returned to ride his motorbike following Shafa to the row of shophouses on the edge of the highway.

Twenty minutes had passed by the time Raka saw Shafa coming out of the cake shop, the woman looked even more radiant with a sweet smile adorning her face.

"In intentional following me?" Shafa is surprised to see Raka sitting casually on a motorbike parked in the shop yard.

"No, I'm going in!" Raka pointed at the door made entirely of glass.

"Oh ...Shapas. Beautiful name," muttered Raka.

Shafa snorted annoyedly because he had time to admire this guy who turned out to be annoying.

"You've got a problem, huh?" guess Raka when Shafa seemed to ignore her.

"Sorry .. We're not that close!" shafa replied with a glance looking into Raka's eyes.

Raka saw there was a stroke of sadness in Shafa's eyes, he just silently watched Shafa pass away.

Raka was still staring at the back of the simple girl who had already avoided him. Shafa ... as the name implies, Raka could see the innocence, serenity, sincerity of Shafa's face. But Shafa's eye light implies pent-up pain and needs treatment, this was the first time he had been so interested in someone he had just seen.

"Maybe God has arranged this meeting, if we meet again I hope you are my destiny" Raka hoped.

***

After dinner Inggit went back into the room while Shafa tidied the table and washed the dirty dishes. After making sure the kitchen was clean he approached his uncle and aunt who were talking in the living room.

"Bik, from tomorrow Shafa has started working in the store buk Medah and--

"Lack of work, in this house you work! If you're not at home who wants to cook, clean the house, send lunch aunt, who if not you?" hardik bibik cut off Shafa's speech.

"Already, Ma'am .. let Shafa work. Let's have some experience" said Uncle defending Shafa, only uncle cares about him.

"Your niece is already living here without charge, so all the work at home is her duty! It's good to go outside the house!" Bibik raised his voice.

"What the hell is it, screaming?" Inggit came out of the room and stood beside Shafa. "What else do you do?" Inggit pointed at Shafa's shoulder.

"Shafa wants to work!" answer bik Ija.

Inggit rounded his eyes. "So who needs me? Shirt, ironing, breakfast before college. After graduating high school kayak you can work what, anyway?"

"I work at the Madah buk cake shop. You don't worry I can get up early to take care of your needs before you go to work" Shafa replied.

"Midah's buk-cake shop where my tongkrongan is with the other kids. I'd be ashamed if they knew you were my cousin! Your looks are like this!" tease Inggit.

"But I need this job. I need money to meet my needs, I cannot trouble you forever. I promise they won't know that I'm your cousin. We can pretend not to know each other!" shafa Exclamation.

"Let Shafa work."

Inggit was upset that his father was defending Shafa.

"OK! But you must obey everything I command!" Inggit looked at him sharply.

"Yes, I promise .." shafa said without objecting because he was used to receiving arbitrary treatment from Inggit.

***

The sound of an alarm at 4am woke Shafa from his sleep. Shafa deliberately woke up earlier than usual because he did not want to be late for work. When all residents of the house are still asleep in a dream, Shafa actually has to do his activities in the kitchen.

One bowl of chicken soup, soy sauce sambal, fried tempeh and one jar of crackers are available on the table, the house is also cleaner, and the house is also clean, now comes the time for Shafa to prepare himself to choose a warm bath to relieve his fatigue.