Halal Lover
Part 7's
"Silently, I always say your name in prayer. Until the time comes, I leave my race to Him."
muhammad Alif Diafhakri
"For those of you who are waiting, don't worry. The soul mate must meet."
the Nazwa Zifara Navitri
***
SIX weeks later..
"Wa. No wonder, yes, we are UNBK again in a week," said Acha while flipping through the pages in the book he read.
"Yes. Alhamdulillah, yes. Not fast for the last three years. In fact, it looks like just yesterday we went to school using a necklace from kitchen spices." Nazwa chuckled at the end of the sentence.
Acha laugh. "Yes. I remember that time you wore hat-typhoon from jackfruit leaves, right?"
Acha's laughter hardened even more, making Nazwa frown a little upset. "From you. Wear a hat from a carton. It's a show shaped like a toga anyway."
It was Nazwa's turn to laugh, but this time Acha laughed.
"No papa. We were both beautiful back then, weren't we?" Acha laughs amusedly.
"Bronghongin toga .. after graduation, you go to medical school?" ask Acha suddenly.
Nazwa. "God willing, if Allah wills, I will take two branches."
"What kind of department?" ask Acha enthusiastically.
Nazwa tried to hold back a smile. "There is."
Curiously, Acha pulls out Nazwa's long white shirt. "Oh, Wawa ... I'm curious about this. Tell me not?"
Nazwa laughed lightly. "So now you're nagging me?" candelessly.
"Yyoungzwaa! I'm serious!" pissed Acha.
Nazwa. "Just like your ideals."
Acha was slightly startled then then smiled happily, accompanied by a twinkle in her eyes. "God willing! If you think gini, I better pray that you do not qualify for medicine. Let's go to the pharmacy with me."
With a sewot look Nazwa replied. "I can't do it, dong! You should keep praying for me so I can get into medicine."
Acha laughed loudly. "Yes, papa dong. We will get a college. The wlee!"
"But I want to be a doctor, Acha," Nazwa said.
"Yes yes. I always wish you the best."
"Well, that's dong!"
Tett ...
"Judek. Going to the cafeteria? I'm beluh."
"Start!" answer Nazwa quickly.
Both of them walked to the cafeteria. But his steps came to a halt when a voice interrupted their footsteps.
"Nazwa! Acha!"
The two girls compactly looked back, and found a male figure running in a frenzy towards them.
"Alvin. What are you doing, running around?" ask Acha to the man.
Information for you. This is Alvin Anggara Putra. The only male companion between Nazwa and Acha. The three of them decided to make friends since they first entered the 11th grade.
At that time the selection of majors, Nazwa chose the IPA major and finally met with Acha as well as Alvin. They are friendly and try to help each other.
"You guys! I was calling from earlier not looking. So he wants to be chased first just want to look, yes." Alvin protested with a breath that was still burning.
"When did you call us? After all, you weren't in class. Where are you, anyway?" This time Nazwa spoke up.
"I played futsal with other friends" replied Alvin. "Where are you going?"
"We're going to the cafeteria. You coming?" acha's turn to ask.
Alvin nodded enthusiastically. "This time I want to buy both of you."
"Really?" nazwa and Acha Kompak.
Alvin nodded again. "Free turns and very compact this two boys."
"But .. I don't believe it. You're a boarding boy. Where do you get money from? Yes, it's still the end of the month. There is no way if your father has sent," said Acha suddenly.
Alvin glares in disbelief. "Su'udzon to you!" she said she then scrambled the top of Acha's head covered in a headscarf.
"Ih! Don't grab!" ketus Acha's.
Alvin chuckles. "I got extra pocket money because I'm working side jobs now."
"really? Work where?" Nazwa who had been silent began to ask enthusiastically.
"In the Cafe Laper Banget."
Nazwa. "That's near your hostel, huh?"
Alvin nodded. "So ... still do not believe it, if my money is halal?" he asked while glancing cynically at Acha.
"Udah! Already! Try these guys get along. Look out, you might even be a match in the next few years."
Acha's cheeks even flushed like boiled crab. "I don't want to marry a guy like him" said the girl. His eyes glanced at Alvin.
What I said was not accepted. "You think I want to marry a chatty girl like you?"
Be present! Dizziness princess Nazwa! It takes extra patience to break up the debate between the two creatures before him.
"You're going to the cafeteria, aren't you? I'm staying" Nazwa said.
"Follow!" exciting Acha.
"Eh, how am I staying?! I'll pay!" yelled Alvin while running small to catch up with the two women.
Nazwa rolled lazily both his eyeballs, while Acha instead stuck out his tongue to mock Alvin.
***
The lecture hours are over. The man decided to visit his best friend's house which more or less 8 years ago they did not exchange news.
Soon he tidied up his books and his laptop. After making sure everything was in the bag, he immediately exited the campus area to get to his car in the parking lot.
The man drove his car quietly, it seemed that luck was on his side, because today the road was not so jammed as usual.
He played the recording of Ar-Rahman's surah through the fm modulator in his car. While memorizing for his future soul mate. That man has hope. That is; making Surah Ar-Rahman as a dowry for his wife's calom.
فَبِاَيِّ اٰلَاۤءِ رَبِّكُمَا تُكَذِّبٰنِ
It was the most exhilarating and holy verse he liked the most. Which means. "Who is the favor of your Lord that you deny?"
He smiled when he remembered the figure of the girl who had recently always filled his mind.
Several times, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he always prayed for the girl on his alphabet. Wish that girl was the rib she had been looking for.
Suddenly he saw the figure of the woman he had avoided these past few days.
She seemed to be crying on the side of the road.
Between shock and confusion because in front of the woman there is a man whose age is estimated to be around 40 years. There seems to be a commotion going on between the two.
Not wanting to interfere, he just watched the debate between the two men from his car. However, a few seconds later he came out when he saw the man playing hands to the woman.
Needless to say, he tries to be a man who is not rude anything else until playing hands to women. Because to him, women are gentle creatures who use the heart in everything. Women should be loved and respected. He was also born by a woman.
"Is this how you treat women, sir?" tanya Alif approached the two people earlier.
The crying woman immediately ran and took cover behind her body.
"Aliff!" Isak the woman who turned out to be Laras.
"Who are you, huh?! How dare you interfere in my affairs with this bitch!" shouted the fathers while trying to pull Laras' hand from behind Alif's burly body. Alif, however, tried to stop him.
"Surge you! Let me take her to this woman's police station! As if he had spent my money, now I want to marry instead! Though in his stomach there is already my son, but he insistent on wanting to abort!" obviously those gentlemen.
Alif slightly flinched with the male statement before him.
Not su'udzon, but he could already guess the problems that occurred between them. Given how aggressive Laras is to the opposite sex.
But, he also did not expect, that an educated woman like Laras Kyle would do something that does not reflect at all that she is an educated woman.
Actually Alif already feels careless if he has to deal with Laras. But this time he tried to do it sincerely, helping sincerely, considering that Laras was a Muslim just like himself.
"Istighfar, Sir. If there is a problem, you solve it in a good way. But not in public places like this, what else with women, you should not be rude to women," said Alif trying to give understanding to middle-aged men in front of him.
"Fuck up! I don't care! What woman would want to abort her womb, huh?!"
Alif. It is true what the man said.
"God! You!" The man pointed at Laras. "I'll wait for you at home at 5 p.m. If you do not come, I will not hesitate to do something bad for your life. And don't even think about escaping, because I'll definitely find you!"
The fathers then left Alif and Laras still crying.
Alif reverse body. He gasped when suddenly Laras hugged him very tightly in front of the public like this.
With all his strength Alif tried to release Laras' embrace, but it seems this woman's energy is quite strong.
"Ras, loose! We're not mahram!"
Laras shook his head loudly while crying. "Help me, Lif. I'm scared."
"The rice has become porridge, you have to solve your own problems. I think you're old enough to judge what's good and what's not good for your life" Alif said.
"Free, Race!" shouted Alif.
Laras hugged him tightly.
Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.
Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.
Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.
Alif held a lot of times in his heart. Until a voice he knew shocked him.
"Aliff! What are you guys doing, huh?!"
Seriate.
