Hilal Jodoh Unseen

Workup

The morning sun had shone, slipping through the window of Arabella's room that had just finished teaching.

"Alhamdulillah is done. Today I have to work again, it feels so tiring."

Inevitably Arabella moved from her seat to clean the prayer equipment. Every morning he also had to cook breakfast for Father and Anabella.

Arabella herself worked in a restaurant, becoming a waiter. For Arabella herself any work she accepts as halal will not be a problem.

Her mother had died giving birth to Anabella, a few years ago being the toughest day for Father and Arabella herself.

Breakfast is ready, just fried rice plus beef eggs. A simple breakfast that is often eaten together feels very delicious.

"Bismil was bornohmannirohim, Kak Ara's cooking is delicious!" Said Ana while putting a spoonful of fried rice into her mouth.

Anabella smiled and ate together.

"Ana, you should also be able to cook like your sister." Cetus Pak Haidar stared at Ana.

Not that he did not want to learn to cook, but every item he touched was always falling apart. I used to learn to cook with Arabella but because Ana had forgotten the stove was turned off, the cooking was burnt plus the kitchen was almost a fire.

Imagining the incident made Ana shudder in fear. Fear of fire, especially beautiful nails are always care, baby if it becomes damaged due to homework.

"No, I don't want to. Afraid fire! There's Ara's brother who's good at cooking."

Mr. Haidar shakes his head, the other child is stubborn. Hard to believe and careless.

Breakfast is over. Ana leaves for college while Arabella goes to work. Mr. Haidar himself at home, retired from his old job, became a security guard at a school.

Arabella entered a large restaurant that is famous, an elite restaurant that is usually visited by rich people. Go in the back room to change clothes there.

"Assalamualaikum" Arabella told her co-worker.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." Sahut Mia is Ara's best friend who is a profession as a servant as well.

For two years they have been in a friendship. First met when the two became the new waitress at the restaurant where she now works.

"Ara, I want to say something,"

Arabella smiled, then approached Mia who was standing behind her while putting on a timid look.

"Say me Mia."

"Emmm... My boyfriend is asking me to get married." Mia said while hugging Arabella so tightly.

Frankly, Mia is very happy, a good and honest woman. Arabella was very happy to meet Mia.

Arabella returned Mia's embrace, a happy smile clearly drawn from the face of the pair of sabahat. Good news awaited by Mia.

"Alhamdulillah. Congratulations to Mia!"

"Yes. I'm so happy! Gio finally got me married too."

Arabella and Mia are both 24 years old. Most of their co-workers are married. Sometimes Arabella herself is often asked when to get married? The age of Arabella is enough.

To be honest, Arabella herself was expecting a man to come home to propose to her. Unfortunately, there are no.

There are actually many men who want Arabella, but most of their intentions are just playful.

"May you meet a mate, then mop up like me." Mia looked at the beautiful face of Arabella. The woman is very charming and graceful but why is there no man who justifies Arabella yet.

Arabella is very shy and never close to any man. Mia let out a long sigh, hoping that her friend would soon be reunited with her soul mate.

"Aamiinu. Thanks Mia, you're so good."

The day was getting late, the sun in the west was almost drowned. The road is jammed by four-wheeled vehicles, at this hour many workers who come home.

Arabella sendiri tenggah naik bis. Berdesak-desakkan dengan orang-orang. Tubuhnya yang kecil, membuat Arabella terseret sana sini.

This time the bus was full. To be honest, Arabella was very tired especially she had to stand because the passenger seat was full.

"Miss sit here."

The baritone voice was able to make Arabella look back, apparently a man in TNI uniform offered his own seat.

The man stood up and let Arabella sit down.

Arabella shook her head, then looked at the man much taller than her doubtfully. Because Arabella felt bad, especially she did not know the man in front of her.

"No, thanks. I'm more comfortable standing."

"Sit down, because I'll be there soon."

This time Arabella could not resist, let alone her legs were already very sore. With doubt Arabell was sitting in the man's seat.

"Thank you."

Arriving Arabella at home she saw her father sitting in the guest room accompanied by Ana who was wearing a green face mask.

"Assalamualaikum, Dad." Said Arabella while kissing the hand of Mr. Haidar.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Ara why is she coming home so late?" Ask Mr. Haidar.

"Sorry Dad, it was jammed."

Mr. Haidar nodded, "Well, if you take a shower then do not forget to pray. And you're Ana why didn't you answer your sister's greetings,"

Instead of answering Ana even shook her head while pointing at her face that was wearing a mask.

"The masker's afraid of cracking." Arabella.