Fatimah Azahra Her Name

couriers

A week has passed.

Arafah and his little family had already returned to the cottage.

Fatimah daily preoccupied with her boutiques, three more months of Ramadan, has become an annual routine jiga ramadhan with the production of clothing that enslaved.

In addition to serving customers, they also serve online reservations.

"this is what the Rif day will send??" ask Fatimah to Arif who is putting the package into the trolley.

"yes, the courier has come.."

"Have you checked everything, from the quality and everything else?"

"Alhamdulillah is Miss...In Shaa Allah is safe"

Arif also pushed the trolley forward to be delivered to the courier car, there are 3 trolley reservations that will be sent today.

Fatimah helped petrify Arif pushing the other Trolley.

haha... the boss pushed the trolley?? ah it's common, Fatimah never mind join petrifying her employees. that makes all employees feel at home and comfortable working with Fatimah.

"Mas Ikbal. This there are 3 trolleys" said Arif while giving the Package to be sent followed by the Fatimah brought.

"Rif.. resinya not let anyone slip yes, because we will send to customers" said Fatimah after putting a trolley outside and then re-enter the boutique.

"the new Rif??" ask Ikbal

"It's not that Ms. Fatimah owns this boutique"

"just saw this one this time.."

"iya just returned from Singapore to study"

chat after chat occurs as they arrange the package to be sent into the box car.

Ikbal unceasingly saw Fatimah who was talking to customers who came to the boutique.

"Don't smile yourself.it's crazy to think about it..hehehehe" joked Arif.

Ikbal did not reply to Arif's teasing he just smiled broadly.

"Which one should I sign, there is still a lot of work.. if you wait to be satisfied to look at Ms. Fatimah,. when to leave ??"

"Couldn't ya who collapsed like this have a wife like him??"

Arif Not answer but instead turn his head down and look at the face of Ikbal from Below, with the expression of the eyes shriveled

"Why?? wrong ??"

"There is nothing wrong. mas Ikbal good people, diligently pray, memorize the Quran again..."

"gue is far from being a good Rif.."

"let's say it. Let's know the results"

"ta'aruf his term" replied Arif lightly

"it's not that easy, he's the owner of this big boutique, I'm just a courier"

"hmmm. yes already in the future, this hunt in the process, if slow can be thud later I'm the same Boss ma'am, although never" said Arif while leaving Ikbal still with his mind.

"it's hunted" Arif said again

"he's....."

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"Where???" ask Hafidz

"What's what???" ask Alvian back

"the kemaren...Halalin's my adx??"

Finish Ashar prayers because none of their patients hang out at the cafe near the mosque which is not far from the Hospital.

"Gue tau... You put the same feeling of Fatimah right, from the beginning you met her??"

"where do you know??" alvian asked in a surprised tone

"do you.. 3th more never see again, still like my feelings to him??"

"just curious or what??" ask Hafidz again

"gue didn't know.I'm confused, you know when my flight back to Jogja, I'm one plane, and somehow, when the first time I saw him again, you know, I think he's the same guy I know..."

"seriously...?? one plane??"

"his initial doubts, but my eyes can not be separated from the activities he did on the plane"

"butiii...."

"but what...???" ask Hafidz curiously

"when I helped him, and saw the way he was, and the longest sentence he ever said, I was immediately convinced it was him"

"what sentence???"

"waallaikumusallam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh"

Hafidz geleng geleng made her hear his friend's answer

"and....."

Hafidz is still with his kepo expression

"gue was more convinced when his name was called by a woman, whom I knew, when Arafah called him"