Halal Lover

Part 5's

"When I first met you, it was like meeting Saktah. Can only be stunned, by holding his breath for a moment."

muhammad Alif Diafhakri

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"SHODAQALLAHULADZIM."

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Deck, Brother's in, huh?"

Naufal's voice rang out behind the door of his room. Nazwa tidied up the prayer equipment then opened the door.

"Suprise!"

Nazwa saw an object hanging in the air in Naufal's hand.

"Now, for you. Cepet healed Adeknya Brother."

Nazwa received a novel with the title Halal Beloved from his brother's hand.

"Please Brother Upal," he said and slammed into his brother's arms.

"Together his little brother Brother."

Nazwa took off his embrace. "Gee! I know it!"

"Where is. Look at the glass, your body's a midget." Naufal then turned to sleep in his sister's bed

"Nnnn ...."

"Eh yes, yes. Basic ngaduan," ketus Naufal then sat cross-legged still on the mattress.

"Bodo!" cetus Nazwa, flipping through his brother's novel.

"Walk, yuk?" Take Naufal who did not find an answer from his sister.

"Dad?"

"Hm."

"Let's go for a walk."

"Males ah's. Mostly ngibul."

Naufal. "Yee, this is the kid. By Allah, you are not lying. Swears!" Naufal raised his index and middle fingers into the air.

"Tell?" Nazwa asked to make sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Tumben take a walk?" nazwa asked suspiciously.

Naufal glanced fiercely. "Tumbent kok? I am rarely home."

Nazwa patted his head slowly. "Oh yeah, yeah."

"Basic senile."

"That's right! Um-"

Naufal immediately smothered his sister's mouth before Ummi Audy came and gave her a spiritual flush.

"Udah change clothes there. Fifteen minutes down, brother!"

"Ready grak!"

After Naufal came out, Nazwa immediately sorted out the clothes in his closet.

Just a regular walk, right? Wear a relaxed dress if that is so. Her thought.

After all, Nazwa was one of a hundred women who did not really like everything that was excessive or seemed luxurious. For him, the simple even gives its own impression.

Maybe for others to look luxurious it is necessary. But for Nazwa, excessive is not good and God does not like everything that is excessive, right?

After a long time of choosing. Finally the decision fell on a dusty pink robe and combined with a similar khimar.

Not to forget he wears socks and handsock because the feet and hands are also aurat.

This is enough. - her inner self while standing in front of the mirror.

"Dad! Gih buruan! Brother stay!" naufal shouted from below.

"Here's patient again!"

Soon Nazwa grabbed the navy-colored sling bag lying on his study desk.

Then he wears matching colored flatshoes with his simple bag with a ribbon perched sweetly on it.

Simple and elegant.

It was a picture of a Nazwa.

After that Nazwa immediately went down. Where the brother had been waiting while grumbling because he felt his sister was too long in dressing up. Fifteen minutes did not exist.

"Yeah!" bring Nazwa.

"Pamit used to be abi and ummi dong."

Nazwa grinned.

Athaghfirullah, almost forgot. Allah's Ridho depends on both parents.

After saying goodbye, they immediately set out to divide the crowded streets of Yogyakarta by using a car owned by Naufal.

"Where are we going, brother?"

"To the Mal, huh? All the brothers also have a promise with Brother."

Nazwa nodded obediently. When else could go for a ride with Naufal, right? Her brother is a busy man. Going home can be counted in a year.

After twenty minutes of travel, they finally arrived at one of the big shopping centers or the so-called Mall.

"What do you want to buy?" naufal asked his brother.

Nazwa narrowed his eyes. "Of the smell of someone who wants to treat, huh?"

Naufal scrambled the tops of his sister's head that were covered by a long khimar, making the owner feel a little snobbish.

Suddenly Naufal's phone rang indicating an incoming call.

"Don't pick up the phone first, yeah. You are picky first what you like. But remember, don't be wasteful."

Nazwa did not answer, but his brother had already passed.

Finally he decided to go around the store that sells hijab equipment.

Nazwa really likes hijab syar'i. Not because it follows the trend or the development of the times, but because he has been taught to keep and close his aura since he was a child.

Over time and he increasingly understood, that in addition to closing the aurat, hijab is also a jewelry and an obligation for every woman who claims to be a Muslimah.

Because in fact, every woman is a jewel of the world that if not maintained properly will be damaged and become slander.

Although the moral is not good, but it does not change that using the hijab is 'obligatory' for every Muslimah.

Hijab can not be a gauge of good or bad someone, because the two are different things.

So, for you, if you find someone who has closed his aura well but the moral is still not good, do not blame the clothes and hijab, huh? Because everyone is different in nature.

Actually Nazwa is a girl who likes everything that is identical to pink, but because the collection of khimar in the house that is pink is already a lot, so she took that one.

Buy two does not make Upal broke right? - chuckles in the heart.

"But Upal is a long time, really," he said to himself.

At this time Nazwa started to walk back and forth in front of the cashier.

"Bak, so buy no?" ask the cashier.

Nazwa smiled badly. "In a moment, yes, Ma'am."

The girl was still waiting until ten minutes passed.

"Bak, so buy no?" ask the cashier again. This time his face was not as friendly as before.

"In a moment, yes, Ma'am. In a moment" Nazwa said. Hope the cashier understands.

Nazwa opened his sling bag.

"Alhamdulillah. Turns out I had my wallet with me," he murmured in relief.

Why not from earlier? Her thought.

Nazwa immediately handed over his groceries to the cashier. "This is Ma'am, count first."

"Everything's 350 grand."

Nazwa opened his wallet, but really ...

... empty?

O Allah how is this?! - the inner Nazwa screamed.

The girl really wanted to cry that very second. In that place, in front of the cashier.

Brother Upal is evil! Hicks ...

"Where, Ma'am? So buy it, anyway?" the cashier asked, getting annoyed.

"Ma-sorry Ma'am. My money is behind me" Nazwa tweeted.

The cashier with Metha's name was clucking. "If you don't have money, don't shop! Wasting all your time!"

Nazwa's tears slowly washed his cheeks. His feelings were mixed into one. Between being annoyed with Naufal and being embarrassed by the events just now.

"Take this, Ma'am."

Suddenly a handsome man in a grey jacket handed an ATM card to the cashier.

Nazwa looked up and found the face of the man who had helped him at the time when he collapsed at the stop the other day.

"No need, brother." Nazwa refused quickly and subtly.

"No pa-pa," replied the man flatly.

"Please pack neatly, yes, Ma'am." Next later.

The cashier immediately wrapped up Nazwa's groceries and handed them to a man who - Nazwa had no idea what his name was - with a sweet, contrived smile.

Astaghfirullahaladzim ... Substantial.

The man handed the paper bag to Nazwa. "It."

Nazwa looked down inside. "thank you. I owe you twice. Next time I'll change."

"No need. I'm sincere."

Oh, how's songong?

Nazwa looked up and found no one in front of him. That man has passed.

Good anyway. But what songong? - inner Nazwa was a little upset.

***

"LIF, between Mommy shopping for a while can? Find the ingredients for breakfast tomorrow."

Alif looked up and found a beautiful face belonging to his first love, "Can, Bun," he replied and turned off the laptop.

"Judah, Mother wait in front, yes."

"Yes, Mother."

Alif went upstairs to pick up the car keys in his room. He then grabbed his bomber jacket hanging next to the closet and immediately came down to Ranti's mother.

It only takes 15 minutes for them to reach the shopping center.

Bunda Ranti immediately went down and rushed to find whatever was needed for the materials tomorrow. And Alif? The man did not follow his mother. He prefers to wait near the cashier only.

Alif walked towards the cashier, and saw a woman with a pink robe and matching hijab standing while looking down in front of the cashier.

From what Alif caught, there seemed to be a small debate between him and the cashier.

Alif had not dared to approach, but after Alif heard that the cashier was angry because the woman could not afford to pay, he said. Finally, Alif decided to come closer.

The girl was crying in silence. Alif concluded like that because it was visible from the girl's shoulder that was shaking slowly.

Alif took the initiative to remove his ATM from the wallet, like he could not bear to see the girl crying.

"Use this alone, Ma'am," he said then thrust the ATM card earlier.

The girl next to Alif looked up and stared at Alif's face briefly before looking down again.

Her.

The girl Alif helped the other day, the girl who had been shadowing herself for a few nights before going to bed.

Allah's Maasya.

God brought him back with him.

"No need, brother." The girl intended to refuse subtly.

Alif tried to neutralize the look on my face again, "No papa."

The cashier handed Alif the groceries, and then I returned to the girl in front of him. "It."

The girl lowered her head in then accepted it by holding the lower end of the paper bag, it seemed like she was unwilling to come into contact with a man who was not her mahram. Alif understands. Inwardly, the man smiled happily.

"thank you. I owe it twice as much as we do. Next time I will change" he told Alif.

Oh, No. Even Alif was sincere in helping her. Not because of who he is, but because please help also the law is mandatory for fellow Muslims.

Really am! This girl makes Alif really confused. He has to go right now.

"No need, I'm sincere." Alif answered briefly then passed from before the girl.

Couldn't linger near him. Alif does not want to foster feelings that are too deep. Because he's nobody, Alif. Moreover, Alif was afraid that Allah would be jealous if Alif loved His creation more than Him.

Not only that, surely Mother Ranti has also been looking everywhere for herself.

O Allah, may he be the rib that I have been looking for.

Seriate.