I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

Dual Character

Before long lying down, Nisa moved from her position which was already very comfortable. He stepped foot, left the bed to take the water. Yeah, he hasn't done the magrib prayer.

He now stands and faces the Qibla. On the green prayer mat and the picture of the mosque. Nisa began to perform takbir, followed by other prayer movements.

For him, prayer is the easiest stress reliever he does. Free to complain all complaints to the Best Solution Giver. Which always ends with calmness of a troubled heart.

After praying, he folded the prayer mats. Keep it among patterned hijabs, which he arranges well on special hangers of hijab. The hijab hanger was behind the door.

Next, he read a one-two-page verse of the Qur'an’an. Then he will touch the device as hard as it is.

The green app he uses most often to communicate. There was a message from a number that was not from his contact.

“Goodnight!” greet the sender.

Nisa hastily opened the sender's profile. “Farel?” read it.

There are many Farel in the world. Then he switched to photos. Apparently, Farel was the boss who drove him earlier.

The good-natured man took a photo while wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which was paired with material pants.

Nisa replied to Farel. “Goodnight, Sir.”

It rushed to disable mobile data afterwards. Cus placed the device he had been wearing for a long time on the nightstand.

He put a chair in the window. He sat up and looked up at the night sky. Every now and then, the moon is swallowed by clouds.

Nisa enjoyed that panorama of the sky while wondering in her heart. Where did Mr Farel get his number?

He then patted his head when he realized something. “My number is on CV. Where else would a big boss like Mr Farel take my number if not there?”

Bayu malam stroked her long hair. “Very good atmosphere tonight,” praise.

One hour sitting by the window, Nisa rose from her seat as the sound of Adhan reverberated from the direction of surau, which was not far from Nisa's house.

He returned to take the water. Perform the isha prayer, and read some verses in Surah At-Taubah afterwards.

Getting a sober chat reply from Nisa, Farel took the second path while doing PDKT with girls.

Call if the chat is not answered quickly. After all, he had a lot of pulses to make non-internet phone calls with Nisa.

Hearing her gawai ringing for a long time, Nisa approached the rectangular object. Unpleasant to ignore, Nisa is forced to serve a phone call from Farel.

“Why not replied to my chat?” Farel's question directly attacked Nisa's side of the scene.

“There's chat huh? Sorry, I don't know sir. I was inactive earlier.”

In the middle of their conversation. Kanza breaks into Nisa's room. “Cieee, sister Nisa. Call the same guy,” he said after hearing Farel's voice.

“Hush, shut up. Why are you suddenly here?” reply Nisa while clenching her hands to threaten her sister who likes to exaggerate it.

“Nisa don't get angry! Afraid of getting old.”

“This child, asked instead replied singing. What do you want in your room?”

“This is to take cut kak.” Seberes, Kanza breezed out of the room.

“Do not want to be the same sister Nisa. He's like Mr. Crab, likes to pinch. Especially when angry. The pinch hurts so much,” cried Kanza from outside. He also heard her voice laughing.

Farel, who was across the street, smiled at the quarrel between Nisa and her sister. “Your addles are funny yes.”

“Why shut up? You don't like me calling?”

Farel's question, seemed to make Nisa's heart jump into the stomach. “Suka Sir. I kept quiet because I didn't know what to say.” Nisa insisted on defending herself.

Realizing Nisa is less than enthusiastic, Farel soon ends his call. “Well, yes already. I just want to make sure you're okay with going with me.”

“Iya Sir, thank you for your attention.”

Tut.tut.

“Jinak-benign pigeon yes.” Farel grabbed the reports of the managers he had been fencing from yesterday. “If you meet directly, he is very friendly. Turn on the phone, it turns out cuek duck.”

Farel's feelings were mixed up because of Nisa. There is a sense of sadness, but also a sense of being challenged at the same time.

“Remember Farel, real men should not be sad because of trivial things.” Not wanting to drag on, he immediately busied himself by checking the reports collected by the managers.

***

Nisa's throat was dry. He rushed to the kitchen to get rid of his thirst. But his pace, which was fast, became slow when he heard his father and mother deliberating.

“How is it, sir? Bu Salwa will rent this contract to someone else if we do not pay this week.”

Tears of Nisa started to flow. Many times he wiped it with his hands and tried to stop. But her tears would not stop flowing. Desire to eliminate thirst in the kitchen. He feels thirsty now.

Nisa ordered her feet into the kitchen. Upon arriving in the room to process the meal, Nisa took a glass of water. Take half and bring the rest into the room.

Nisa, who was tired of the mind and body, straightened her back on the bed. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling of the room.

Mind sightseeing. “Where else should I borrow money?” his sigh.

A few moments later, he gulped down the white water that was still half left, until it ran out. Even so, his mind was still in chaos.

Take the device on the nightstand. Watching some funny reaction videos will probably help him get rid of the sadness for a while.

However, he took the time to check WhatsApp first before opening YouTube. There were three messages Farel had not read.

“Aha, Mr. Farel. Do I borrow money on him? He's good, the money is also a lot.” Without lingering, Nisa immediately replied to Farel's chat.

The WhatsApp notification reads more than once on Farel's fruit-branded devices. He who is still upset with Nisa's presumptuous response, so lazy to check it.

Because the more he opened WhatsApp, the more he felt humiliated when he saw his message that was not read by Nisa.

While Nisa who was looking forward to a reply from Farel, felt a little guilty for directly disabling his internet connection earlier.

He should have been more friendly to his boss. So as not to be impressed, he is only friendly when he wants.

How else would you like? His birth has been so since long ago. Lazy to serve something that he considered not so important. And according to him, chat-an with the opposite sex is not included in such an important thing.

Two hours passed, Farel finally took a break after checking some reports. He grabbed a mobile phone worth millions in the nightstand. Who knows there is chat from important people, such as clients.

The fort collapsed instantly, when he saw an inbox from Nisa. The staff he admired had responded to his chat, although brief.

He noticed again, green writing was typing listed at the top of the chat. Farel waited impatiently.

“Can I borrow money, sir? I really need it now.”