Halal Lover

The Part 20

"If you can't read my heart. Look me in the eye. Because from there you'll see honesty, see love. I'll make sure, once you see it, you'll believe it."

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For some people, waiting is the most boring thing. Moreover, waiting for something that does not also lead us to certainty.

Expect something beautiful to happen, but the opposite is true.

That's the game of the world.

We must be good at some situations, or we will be played by the situation.

But what we have to remember is; that whatever happens to us now and then, it is all Qada' and Qadar of Allah Subhanahu wa Ta'ala.

The clock has shown at 22:45, and the girl who was sitting on a mini sofa was still faithfully biting her own lower lip.

Not infrequently he also bit his fingernails. That's what you always do when you're nervous.

The horrifying nervousness that makes him confused must start where the explanation will be. Realizing that what happened to his household is now a misunderstanding.

For almost nine hours he sat there. Switch for a while just to pray and take a lightning-fast shower.

But apparently, the busyness never brought her husband back home and greeted her with a shady smile as usual.

Where's Alif going, anyway?

Nazwa decided to take a glass of mineral water when his throat was very dry.

After that, he sat back down at his original place. Still with the same feeling, restless.

Until a voice Nazwa recognized was heard.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

Nazwa. "Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. How did you just get home, Mom?"

Strange, this was the first time she felt so attentive to Alif.

"Yes, it's jammed."

Nazwa exhaled slowly as Alif briefly replied to his words.

Then he cleared his throat to ease his nervousness. "Mas, I want to say something to you."

"About?"

"Emm .. about that one afternoon."

Instantly, Alif's movement to take off his shoes stopped. He looked at Nazwa inside. But because he realized his ego was too high this time, he returned to neutralize the mimic of his face.

"Just say."

The man kept replying briefly, but inwardly he was very pleased with the change in his wife's attitude.

According to him, now the girl was already a little more concerned about his feelings.

Nazwa took a breath before speaking. "What I saw this afternoon was a misunderstanding."

"What did I see?" ask Alif pretend.

"Just the one that was last afternoon Mas see was misunderstood," said Nazwa.

Alif folded into his lips that had been twitching because of holding back a smile.

"I'm really not khyanatin Mas Alif. It's just a misunderstanding, Mom. The one I saw this day was not what I thought." Pause a minute. "That man, my friend. That is, my best friend and Acha. We really have nothing, especially to betray behind Mas Alif."

"I told you that you have nothing in common with that man?" Alif fishing with questions.

How upset, huh? Inner Nazwa.

Actually Alif is really jealous or just want to play tricks on him?

"Continue not thinking that, why did you not see me this afternoon?" nazwa's question was barely audible.

Alif smiled widely, but he quickly raised his face before his wife looked up and saw everything.

Unknowingly Nazwa had already opened a bit of his heart to Alif. The girl did not realize one thing that she had increasingly entered into the life of a man who was her husband.

"You want to know?"

Nazwa nodded quickly.

Alif smiling. "Let's guess what makes me quieter than usual?"

"Emc ... Mas Alif, jealous?" nazwa asked hesitantly.

"Yes, I'm jealous."

Somehow her heart warmed to hear her husband's answer.

"sorry. Nazwa promises never to repeat."

"Live on," Alif replied.

"Huh?"

"Be forgiven, dear."

The blush!

***

"GOOD morning, Mommy."

Alif stopped his steps that were about to go to the bathroom because he heard the soft voice greeting his morning.

Why is he so nervous now?

"You're wudhu, huh, Mas?"

"Eh, yes." Alif scratched his non-itchy temple.

It's like raining tons of diamonds from the sky. This half he was greeted by the angel of heaven.

"Yaudah, it's the same holster Nazwa is ready to put on the bed" Nazwa said.

It felt good not to play when his wife turned one hundred and eighty degrees into a concern for him.

Is this a good sign? A sign that Nazwa has started to open his heart perhaps?

Yes, and the girl herself was confused by his feelings. Why is he so concerned about this man?

Or maybe she just feels guilty for making her husband misunderstand and she intends to make amends?

I don't know.

"Thank you." Alif smiled sincerely.

Nazwa also returned the smile was no less sweet.

After Alif went to the mosque, Nazwa then rushed to cook after performing dawn prayers. He's cooking chicken for breakfast this morning.

His tiny hands were very shrewd when cooking. Starting from washing chicken, making spices, even to grating coconut. Everything worked well until it was finished.

The clock is still showing at 5:30. Since it was still morning and he was already sweating, Nazwa decided to take a bath because the morning shower is good for health.

Alif returns to the apartment to coincide with Nazwa who has just finished his bathing ritual.

Once again they cross paths and throw each other a sweet smile. Like a little kasmaran teenager .. shy cat.

"Want breakfast?" ask Nazwa. "Tadi Nazwa is cooking."

"May," replied Alif nodding.

Nazwa brought rice and side dishes for her husband. And Alif was successful in making speechless with what he sees in front of him now.

After leading the do'a, Alif began to feed rice after rice into his mouth then fell silent for a moment.

This was the first time they had breakfast together. Just the two of them, without anyone else or any members of their extended family.

And this is about the little family that Alif built.

Realizing her husband no longer feeds her food, Nazwa grimaces and worries.

"Mas, if it's not good, don't eat, yes."

Alif raised both eyebrows thickly. "Who's saying is bad? It's delicious."

The disbelieving Nazwa ended up cutting a little chicken meat on his plate and started tasting.

It doesn't feel too bad. That means Alif wasn't lying.

"Enak, right?" Alif smiled at his wife.

Nazwa agreed. "Lumayan."

"Not quite Nazwa .. This is very tasty," praised Alif excessively.

Nazwa certainly soared in his making if only he did not remember that the place he was in right now was the earth.

"Where did you learn to cook from?" ask Alif.

"Todied, hehehe." Smirks.

Alif deserves a thumbs up on his beloved wife's cooking talent. Self-taught is like this, what if he studied with his mother? It will definitely feel more stable.

Alif smiled shadyly and Nazwa really liked that smile.

"Oh, yes. Today you want to ... take a walk?" alif asked hesitantly that Nazwa would reject him.

"Walk?"

Alif nodded. "Yes." Yeah."

"Two?"

"Yes, honey, count while you're dating." Alif chuckles.

"Aren't you in college?"

"Why really? You don't want to, do you?" ask Alif to divert.

Nazwa quickly shook his head. "You! Nazwa wants to."

Alif smiled, again. A moment later the man scrambled his wife's hair slowly which had begun to pede not to use the hijab if inside the house and in front of her husband.

It was successful in making Nazwa flutter. He then gulped down a glass of water in front of him to cover the nervousness that was happening.

However, before that Alif had already caught a red hue on the cheek of the girl he loved. He smiled in silence.

Maybe it's time he opened his heart again to another man. Letting old wounds be buried deep without any need to think again.

No need to forget, just remember. Take some positive ones. The past is the best teacher who will teach us many lessons in the future.

And, because without realizing it, Alif was able to erode little by little the wounds that once gaped wide in his heart.

The man was able to melt his frozen heart with all the gentle and patient attitude he had.

Seriate.