Hanifa For Devan

A Question

"What is true?! Next week start tutoring, and two more weeks of practice exams. After that end-of-school exam, and ..." Ayyan held her head that felt throbbing after returning from school.

“National Exam?" Hanifa connected her best friend's words.

“Iya, Fa. It feels like this time the router is very tight. Hwaa ..."

Hanifa just shook her head at the behavior of her best friend who was like a child. “Indeed why Ayy? The sooner the better. That schedule was posted two weeks ago. He said he wanted to pass and continue to enter the campus," said Hanifa considering Ayyan's speech the other day.

Ayyan was still whining. "But not this one either, Fa."

"Already, Ayy. No shame in seeing other students?"

Ayyan was silent. He realized they were still in the school cafeteria. The shadow of the exam schedule had made him less sane.

“I want to go first yes, just a moment," said Hanifa tidied up her book and was about to hurry away.

Ayyan shook her head in confusion. “Where are you?"

Hanifa was busy with her book.

“I have a bad business. Bye!" he said wave his hand.

Ayyan clucked with the behavior of her best friend who lately often busy. No matter what the business, Ayyan did not know.

Who does he really want to meet? asked Ayyan in her heart.

***

Hanifa stepped her feet to the place she had been visiting lately. With a plastic bag in one of his hands, his eyes swept around every corner of the school, who knew he had found the blonde's nose. Who else if not Devan.

His last choice of foot was the basketball court. Sure enough, the figure was busy twirling the ball and then put it in the ring. But because it is not too ready, the jump is slightly tilted. As a result, the ball did not enter the ring and bounced towards Hanifa.

“Aaaa!" Hanifa shouted. Luckily the basketball didn't hit his face.

“Eh, you're not papa, are you?" Devan ran over to Hanifa.

Hanifa opened her eyes, then rubbed her chest repeatedly. The incident really made his heart feel like it wanted to get out of place.

“A-I'm not papa."

Devan breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God.”

“Ngapain you're here? tumben was very, very" asked Devan, taking the basketball near Hanifa to his feet, and then sitting down.

“I'm here to love this." Hanifa gave the plastic bag to Devan.

Devan, who had just finished sipping his water, turned to look at Hanifa. “What?"

Hearing Devan's response, Hanifa smiled. “This I want to give you food."

Devan frowned. "What food?"

Hanifa grunts. "Yes, eat it, Van. Time to get into the basketball ring?"

Seeing Hanifa's slightly irritated face, Devan chuckled. “There-there's just lo. I mean, that's food there are no nuts? I'm allergic to it."

Hanifa nodded in understanding. Apparently he was misinterpretated earlier. "It's food there's no nuts 100% Van. God willing is safe" he answered with a thumbs up.

Devan shook his head and chuckled at Hanifa's behavior which was like a good seller. 

"Tumben really give me food? There is no evil intent, is it the same as me?"

“You suudzon mulu deh. I sincerely love him. Well, just think of it as my gratitude because you already gave me a very valuable book," Hanifa replied with a smile.

Devan mangosteen grabbed the plastic bag. After opening it, there he cut toast with chocolate jam that looks very delicious and then ready to eat the food in the clear box.

Before the food entered Devan's mouth, Hanifa prevented it. "Read the bismillah first, Devan," he rebuked.

The man chuckles. "Oh yes, forget me," he said reading the basmalah and then devoured it.

Hanifa smiled looking at that cheerful Devan today. Moreover, seeing the face adorned with her smile. I don't know how many times he smiled today. Apparently Hanifa had to immediately make a present for him.

“Oh yes. Snail, I'd like to ask you." Devan glanced at Hanifa for a moment after biting a few pieces of bread into her mouth.

Hanifa. "Ask what?"

“If anyone shoots you to be his girlfriend, you want to?"

He was silent for a while, collecting a few words to answer Devan's question. “Mm ... If I don't want to accept it," Hanifa replied at last.

Devan mangosteen. "Reason?"

“Yes because I don't want to date."

Devan scrunched his forehead. "If you're not dating, how do you want to get a mate?"

Hearing that, Hanifa gave a small laugh. “Stupid should not be obtained through courtship, Van. The proof, mother Khadijah married the Prophet without going out. So, why do you have to date just got married? Sayyidina Ali loved Fatimah for a long time, but she harbored her. And finally, God set them up. So, do not have to go through the dating process first.”

Devan confirmed Hanifa's reply earlier. He was a little amazed by his personality. "OKAY. Means if anyone lamar lo, will accept dong?"

Hanifa shook her head. "No.”

Devan rounded his eyes in wonder. “Well? He said he did not want to date. Now someone wants to apply, you don't want to accept. How the hell?" his grunts while biting again the piece of bread in his hand.

Hanifa gave a small laugh seeing Devan annoyed. "The thing is, I haven't finished school, Van. No one is sleeping, how do you want to admit it?"

“Yes too."

“You asked me like that, really Van tumben."

"Huh?" Devan raised both eyebrows. "Gue wants to know. Don't think I'm into the same life Lo. I just asked doang."

Hanifa glanced at Devan who was busy eating her food.

Devan, Devan, he's very tall. No friends are available. His inner.

“Gue has no friends, let alone a girlfriend. Many want to be with me. You don't know, out there, the girls are making love to me. But I don't want to waste my time on anything that doesn't matter." Devan suddenly answered what Hanifa had just thought.

Kok Devan can know what I think. Can he read minds? Hanifa asked in her heart.

Seeing the astonished expression on Hanifa's face, Devan chuckled. “Neas not so his face. I said it's like that because a lot of people have asked me so. That's why I tell Lo, let Lo not suudzon with me."

My feelings are never suudzon like this guy, it's a strange guy. Inner Hanifa and immediately realized with something, she immediately reached into the pocket of her skirt.

Then took out a few pieces of medicine and gave them to Devan. Looking at the sheet, Devan's expression instantly changed.

“Not lust anymore." Devan returned a piece of bread in his hand.

“Don't be so dong, Van. It's not good to know. The food should be consumed yes, after that take this medicine. We should respect the efforts of others." Hanifa tried to comfort Devan so as not to get tired of taking her medicine.

“And one more." Hanifa turned around and looked at Devan with a smile. “Your principles are very good Van. I'm sure, God has prepared the best friend of your life.”

“Iya. Ja. Onion." Devan took the medicine sheet after hearing the words spoken by Hanifa.

Hanifa smiled back. “OK. Then I go to class first. Remember yes, it must be disposed of and taken the medicine," he said then left.

"Yes sono has gone. Hus! Hus!" drive Devan over with a slow slit and a little laugh. “Basic snail baubles."

***

School class finished early today. Therefore, Hanifa and a few other students were able to go home faster. Hanifa walked alone to the school gate. Ayyan has a commissioner's schedule, so she can't go home with Hanifa.

While waiting for the angkot, a very familiar voice echoed in his ears. Hanifa turned her head towards the voice that called out to her.

Her smile expanded to see the cool face behind the open car glass. Soon he stepped his foot into the car that pulled over not far from where he was standing.

“Home home, son?" asked Dr. Arif to smile warmly at his daughter. He immediately told her to come in.

Before replying, Hanifa got in the car. After that his hand grabbed the back of his father's hand and then kissed him. “Alhamdulillah already, Well."

“Today I'll take you home, yes, you'll take Hanifa to lunch. Ifa no activity, right?"

Hanifa immediately shook her head and smiled. “Alhamdulillah does not exist, Dad. But maybe Ifa's going to Devan's house for a second."

“Then we take Devan to lunch. I also want to see his condition and the development of a tumor in his head."

Hearing her father's last words, Hanifa was sad. Just now he saw Devan could smile, as if the tumor was not in his life. But now? The disease always seemed to be a barrier to Devan's happiness.

“Dad, is there any chance Devan can be cured?” Hanifa suddenly asked in a worried tone to her father.

Looking at his daughter's face, doctor Arif smiled. “We leave everything to God son. He is the one who has the right to determine one's life."

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