Istikharah Love Jibril Emerson

Chapter #12 - Berdo'a

Eliza sat staring at the window of her room while looking away at the stars scattered in the sky around the moon. His mind floated imagining he could fall in love with someone with different beliefs?

Eliza has never had this kind of experience before, she has no ties to outsiders except Ruby who is her best friend from childhood. He has no experience in relationships with others, but one that he knows, the couple must be faithful.

"Ck, uh...." Eliza clucked in annoyance, she immediately closed her window and when she turned around she was startled by Darrell's presence which had been standing in the doorway. "Darrell, startle me, "Eliza grumbled and jumped on her bed.

"I've been standing here for a long time, El" Darrell replied as he approached Eliza. "What's wrong? It was stiff to look gleeful when there was a man looking for you, but now you why are you moody?" Darrel asked attentively.

"Nothing," Eliza murmured in response.

Darrell took a look at Eliza's face, looking into the eyes of her handsome sister's different "What do you have to do with Jibril Emerson?"

"I—"

"I hope you don't have a serious relationship with her" Darrel cut out which instantly made Eliza hold her breath. "Except friendship, don't fall in love, okay? Because you are of different faiths, and every religion teaches its people to choose a faithful spouse. So, don't even try...."

Darrel warned loudly, as he could tell his sister had unusual feelings for the young man, visible from his eyes and reaction as he knew Jibril was looking for him.

While Eliza was only able to throw a faint smile and then said, "we only know, Darrel. Just a friend, because he is a fun person and connect when invited to chat. He also helped me when I ran out for shopping" explained Eliza who made Darrel breathe a little.

"It's night, you better get some sleep!" Eliza just nodded, Darrel kissed Eliza's temple, after which she made sure the whole window was locked tightly and then left Eliza in her room with a red light still burning brightly.

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Now the clock has shown at 3 am, as usual Jibril woke up to perform worship in the third of the night. Jibril pitted his heart softly at the owner of the heart, knowing how else to guard and control his heart.

"I am only Your weak and naive servant, O God. If You give up this heart problem entirely to me, I fear that I am inclined to lust. This heart belongs to You and only You can take care of it."

On the other hand, Shalwa is doing the same thing. He is grateful for whatever happens in his life because in it there must be great wisdom, which he can take as a lesson.

"If he is not my soul mate, give me the sincerity to accept Your destiny. If it's my soul mate, ease his arrival in my life."

In addition to praying for herself, Shalwa is also the two for her new best friend - Elizabeth. He prayed that his friend would come out of the trauma of the past, find someone worthy of it and be able to give it happiness and tranquility.

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In the morning, Jibril rushed to his office to begin the work entrusted to him. Jibril was greeted with great enthusiasm by the office staff and it made Jibril quite happy. However, Jibril was different from Micehak. Jibril is not an expressive type of person so even though he is happy he cannot smile widely, he only smears a thin smile.

Jibril was also introduced to a 45-year-old woman who would become his secretary named Erma, Jibril called her as Madam Erma who immediately made everyone laugh.

"He's more mature than me" said Jibril in a heavy voice.

The employees who saw Jibril could not help but be amazed at Gabriel Emerson's second son, even began to gossip about Jibril and dream of becoming Jibril's lover.

At lunchtime, Erma offers whether Jibril wants to order food or if Erma should find a restaurant for Jibril. Jibril chose to eat at a restaurant not far from the office, and he wanted to go alone.

Arriving at the restaurant, Jibril saw a small commotion between a girl and the restaurant's waiter. At first Jibril ignored it but when he heard the girl's voice, Jibril went straight to him.

"What's the problem?" Jibril asked in the voice of his bus.

"Jibril ..." cried Eliza when she saw Jibril there.

"Yes, Eliza. What kind of trouble are you making with this waiter?" jibril asked, which made Eliza look up.

"I'm wrong?" Eliza asked in disbelief.

"Usually you start, is your wallet missing?" jibril asked again, which made Eliza look upset.

"Not .." she replied. "But look at this!" Eliza showed me a plate filled with pasta.

"What's wrong with the pot?" jibril asked still in a relaxed and calm manner.

"It's cold, I don't want to!" exclaim Eliza sharp.

"Sir, the paste was still warm. But because this mbak went to the toilet long enough, so the paste is cold and this mbak is angry. Because I want to heat the paste, this mother does not want to. He said he wanted a new pasta," said the waiter.

"Then prepare another warm paste!" jibril's orders then he pulled Eliza's arm and forced Eliza back into her seat.

"But, Sir. This pasta must be paid" said the waiter again.

"I will eat this paste" replied Jibril calmly.

"Don't, cold pasta is not good!" Prevent Eliza.

"Now!" Jibril's orders to the waiter who actually bengong pay attention to Eliza's behavior.

Eliza pouted, while Jibril put on a flat face like a board. As she was about to eat the paste, Eliza again prevented it. "Eat together!" Eliza Pinta. Without rebutting, Jibril put down his fork and sat quietly like a statue until the still hot Eliza paste came.

"Well, let's eat together!" Eliza exclaimed with a smile.

Eliza closed her eyes and clasped her hands together to pray before eating, while Jibril raised his hands and said a prayer before eating as well.

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