I'm In Love With My Niece
Tahajud Love In New York City
Tahajud Love In New York City
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“Huft!”
A relieved cry was exhaled by a light blue long hooded girl who had just walked into the campus cafeteria. Walking too fast from his college building to this cafeteria made his breath gasp. While breathing, he stepped slowly towards the food store that provides a variety of lunch menu today. As he walked, the ends of his wide and long trousers exceeded his ankles as if sweeping the floor. He held a large bag on his right shoulder and flanked two thick books on his left arm.
The hooded girl picked up a tray then chose her lunch. He took the tray of food with him while still flanking two thick books on his left. Then his eyes scanned the entire canteen room. It's lunch time. The cafeteria was filled with students enjoying their lunch while talking to each other. Somewhat far away from where he was standing, he saw an empty chair beside a red-haired girl. He immediately walked up to the chair.
“Sorry, this place is not for you!” Excited the red-haired girl in a sniffy voice as she placed her big bag on the empty chair.
The hooded girl was stunned for a moment, but made no comment. He returned his gaze to the entire cafeteria room. He saw another empty chair in front of a round table surrounded by two young men and a girl. He approached the chair, hoping he would be allowed to sit in it.
“Excuse me, can I…? (Excuse me, may I.)” the girl had not yet finished her sentence, the young man sitting next to the empty chair immediately placed his hand on the chair.
“Sorry, this is my girlfriend’s seat (Sorry, this is my girlfriend's seat),” said the young man.
The girl swallowed. He looks confused. How'this? Both of his hands began to feel tired holding the food tray as well as two heavy thick books.
“Hey Arabian Chinese! Just eat your lunch outside. This place is not for you (Hei Chinese Arabic! Just eat your lunch outside. This place is not for you),” said the young man again with a cynical look, then he laughed with two friends, a young man and a girl who were both sitting around the table.
“Bryan, why are you so rude?” reprimand an attractive brown-skinned girl on the young man.
The girl dressed in skinny jeans with a short-sleeved t-shirt that fit on the body was suddenly there next to the hooded girl who was still holding her food tray. The girl grabbed the tray the long hooded girl was carrying, then placed it on the table in front of the empty seat.
The young man called Bryan looked stunned to see the action of the newly arrived girl. The hooded girl could also only be stunned to see her food tray taken away without excuse.
“Please, sit down here, friend! You can eat your lunch here (Please sit here, friend! You can spend your lunch here),” said the fashionable girl.
“But...,” sahut the hooded girl looked awkward and doubtful.
“It’s okay,” said the girl who helped him with a big smile.
“And you, Bryan! I am not your girlfriend! Remember that! (And you, Bryan! I'm not your girlfriend! Remember that!)” the girl told a young man named Bryan.
“I just... keep this seat for you, Darling (I just... keep this chair for you, dear),” said Bryan accompanied by a smile that more like a grin.
“Don’t ever call me darling! I am not your darling, Bryan! Can you go now. I saw you have finished your lunch. (Never call me ‘sayang’! I'm not your boyfriend, Bryan! You can leave now. I see you've finished your lunch),” said the girl again firmly.
Bryan just shrugged his shoulders. Two of his friends who were still sitting at the table laughed at him. His friend the Indian-faced girl got up from her seat.
“Okay, I’m done here. Bye, Enjoy your lunch with your new friend,” said the Indian-faced girl sounded like innuendo.
The so-called girl did not care about the subtle innuendo, she simply nodded.
“See you around, Prilly and Aliando,” sahut, still politely reply to the words of his friend the girl of Indian descent and her lover Aliando, a young Afro-American, while Bryan reluctantly he greeted.
Bryan opened his mouth looking like he wanted to say something, but a sharp look at him made him speechless. He turned his body and walked away with Prilly and Aliando.
The hooded girl was already sitting on the chair given to her.joined the girl, continuing her interrupted lunch because she had to take a call from her family in Indonesia.
“Thank you. Is okay give me a seat here? Your friends don't seem to like me sitting here,” said the hooded girl looking a little anxious.
“Don’t worry about them. Forgive my friends attitude. I slightly sniffed at Bryan to make him realize, don't just be disrespectful to others,”
“You are not American, right? (You're not American, are you?”
“No, I am not. I am Indonesian. I am a student here (No, I am Indonesian. I'm a student here),”
“You are great. You have many friends here. (You're great. You have many friends here),” said the hooded girl again.
“I'm friends with anyone. From any country, any religion. That's why I don't like it every time I see someone harassing others just because they look different. This is America. Anyone accepted here (It's America. Anyone is welcome here),”
look at the girl in the hood. The girl's appearance was indeed other than the others. Not many girls who wear a veil every day on this campus, have seen an Iranian girl who also wears a veil on this campus, but the girl looked more supple than this girl before her, often seeing this girl several times. Her appearance is indeed striking because it is very different from the appearance of other female students. This girl always wears a veil that covers her head. While in Indonesia, often see Muslim girls wearing veils. But nowadays the way they wear veils looks trendy. While the girl beside him is still wearing a veil in a simple way.
The girl's veil was thick and wide, folded into a triangular shape. He put symmetrically covering his hair, then just given a pin just below his chin and a flower-shaped brooch was installed to close the right and left sides of the hood. The veil covered his shoulders, chest and back. His sleeves are also long, slightly bulging at the end near the wrist. The hood is plain light blue, the clothes are plain dark blue. How simple Adiba Liu looks. This girl is quiet too. He almost always seemed alone.
“I've seen you several times in the same class as me,”
“Really? You're a business management major too?” the girl asked, looking like she was remembering a face.
“You must not have noticed me, huh? But I remember you, your appearance is very striking,” after nodding a few times.
The girl looked surprised.
“My appearance is striking? I never dress up,” said astonished.
“Your hood is what makes you flashy. Not many girls wear this veil on campus. You're so quiet, you make the person who sees you guess what secret you have behind your long veil. I'm also a Muslim, but you see for yourself, my appearance mingles with the others. While you look like a stranger here,”
The swaddling girl stared for a long time, then frowned her two thin-petalled eyes, making her eyes appear thinner almost like lines.
“Make me your appearance is not masalag. In Indonesia, many Muslim girls wear veils. I'm used to seeing it. But in New York, you have to be seen as strange. Here there are not many women who wear a veil,” while smiling as a sign he can accept the choice of the hooded girl to look different.
“Here my friend is not much. But I have some friends in college studies who are good to me,” said the girl in the hood again.
“Wah, any studies on this campus?” tanya looked amazed.
The hooded girl nodded, not expecting there were still students interested in teaching here.
“Only a small group. But it was enough to help enlighten us and tie the strings of Muslim brotherhood between us. We support each other,” replied the hooded girl.
“Hey, what’s your name?” then when he realized, he did not know the name of his friend's girl lunch this time.
“My name is Adiba Liu,” replied the hooded girl.
The girl put the spoon she had just held back to her food, then she reached out her right hand to receive a helping hand of the hooded girl with it.
“I’m Paramitha. I told you I'm from Indonesia, right? You ever heard of Indonesia?”
The girl who claimed to be named Adiba Liu nodded.
“I know Indonesia. A country in Southeast Asia that has the most Muslim population in the whole world,” replied Adiba Liu.
just smiling. In his heart he was ashamed, he included Indonesian Citizens who are Muslims. But he admitted, he is not a devout Muslim. Especially in New York. It is increasingly rarely praying. Even during Ramadan in this city, he could not fast sixteen hours.
“You're from China huh?” guess seeing the distinctive face of Adiba Liu.
“Yes, I am from Ningxia Hui, China,” replied Adiba Liu.
“Hm, Ningxia Hui in China,” only this time he heard the name of the area, but he was reluctant to ask further, it would only show his knowledge of the limited State of China.
“Sorry, you just converted to Islam?” ask again.
Ever since he first saw the figure of Adiba Liu, curious curious to know. The girl has an oriental face, but wears a veil like girls from Saudi Arabia and other Muslim-majority countries.
“No, I've been a Muslim since birth. I am a descendant of the Hui tribe, which is predominantly Muslim. My residence Ningxia Hui autonomous region is often referred to as the Muslim province of China, as many Hui tribes live there. My father thinks quite modern, even though I am only a woman, my father sent me to college in America, hoping that my knowledge after graduation could further advance my father's company,” replied Adiba Liu at length.
nodding. Without him asking, Adiba finally explained himself about the area where he lived. This is new information for. He had indeed heard there is a region in China whose citizens are many Muslims.
“Well, thankfully your father is modern-minded. A woman it's not ‘only’. We can also not be less great with any man if we really want to try. You don't lose to your father, you also have to be a little more modern. Don't be too quiet on this campus. Don't just hang out with your study buddy. Befriend all children of any country, religion and race. There are many students from other countries. Making friends with a variety of people will broaden your horizons. From now on we're friends, okay?” giving input to Adiba Liu who still looks this innocent.
Adiba Liu's eyes twinkled at the invitation. He has been studying at this campus for six months, but only this time there is a girl other than his study friend who is willing to be his friend. Adiba's smile expands. He felt today was his lucky day.
“Alhamdulillah, Thanks,” said Adiba Liu looks happy.
He looked at me with a grateful look.
Six months later…
The girl in the round hat let out a long breath. It had been almost three hours that he had toured the Century 21 Department Store, but the item he wanted had not yet been found. This is a fairly large shopping center, located near Freedom Tower, the former WTC twin tower that has now collapsed, precisely at 22 Cortlandt Street, New York. It is quite tiring to go around this area, fortunately he has prepared himself to wear comfortable sneakers, so that his feet do not hurt even though he has been walking for hours.
Then his eyes caught an outlet of clothing that had previously escaped his observation. In front of the outlet it is inscribed an uppercase letter forming the word, “Burberry”. The clothes clad in the body of the mannequin displayed in front of the outlet caught the girl's attention.
“Ah, here it is!” said the girl with wide eyes.
The girl rushed in. A brown-haired and green-eyed young lady greeted the girl.
“Can I help you, Miss?” ask the woman in a polite voice.
The girl was quite amazed by the service of this store.now this season Century 21 shopping center is filled with visitors. Many people are hunting for clothes and all the necessities for the summer and the remains of mass-discounted spring clothing models. But the keeper of this outlet still greeted him kindly and offered help. Just incredible!
“I want this, please?” replied the girl while pointing at the clothes displayed in the mannequin.
The shopkeeper lady nodded. Then take off the clothes that the mannequin was wearing, then hand it to the girl.
“I am sorry, Miss. This model is the only one. This is the rest of the spring design. There is already the latest design for the summer if Miss is interested,” said the woman.
“It’s okat. I like this one,” said the girl while receiving the clothes given by the outlet guard woman, then immediately went into the available fitting room and tried the clothes he would buy it.
“Alhamdulillah, the size fits me. Slightly loose but precisely nice,” muttered the girl as she stared at her reflection in the mirror in the fitting room.
The clothes were a comfortable cotton blouse and a wide skirt that was just feet long. The girl smiled with satisfaction. The happiest smile she has ever felt. Happier than when he got accepted into Columbia University's business management department a year ago. Finding the item he was looking for for hours made his feelings unexplained so happy. It might be the same as finding a treasure.
This thing he was holding was a soft fuschia-colored plain blouse along the thigh, with the forearms slightly bulging at the wrists. Long-sleeved blouses like this will probably be easy to find in Tanah Abang Market, Jakarta, far from where this is. However, looking for a long and closed top outfit like this in New York City during the summer, is not an easy job. In a season full of sunshine like today, people prefer to wear clothes that are all open. Short-sleeved clothing, even mostly sleeveless. If there is a long-sleeved, the back is open or very low neck, made of thin material to laugh the shape of the body.
“The price is also not too expensive after being discounted fifty percent. Alhamdulillah,” murmured again.
The girl felt very lucky. He also bought two pieces of scarf. One creamy scarf with a small colorful flower motif is quite wide, about seventy centimeters by seventy centimeters. Another smaller scarf is plain dark red with no motive.
“To this day is quite as early as,” he said inwardly.
After paying for everything she bought, the girl sold out of the store with light steps and a cheerful face. All his fatigue for hours around the Century 21 Department Store seemed to pay off after he finally got the goods he wanted. The girl rushed to continue her stopover towards Central Park. It was there that he promised to meet someone exactly at five in the afternoon. And that's twenty minutes left. He did not want to be late, he was impatient to convey this good news to someone who had inspired him for six months. Someone who has made him brave and confident to change into a new person who seems reborn.
Seriate..
