Mahabbah Love Khalisa

100

"Injectable sterile material or certain tools that must be sterile, if processed in an autoclave reaches a probability of a number of 10 to the power - 6 microbes that survive."

Pharmacy students are taking practicum seriously in the laboratory. In the midst of the practice, the lecturer also explained about pharmaceutical preparation technology courses.

"Excuse me sir, I'm clearance to the back." Khalisa stepped forward to the class permission to go to the toilet, he could not bear the smell of sodium ampislin used to sterilize medical devices in the laboratory. Khalisa's stomach was stirred when he was wearing a mask but a piece of cloth was unable to hold the scent to get to his nose.

"You sick?" Lecturers are worried about seeing Khalisa.

"No sir." Khalisa.

"Yes go ahead." He let Khalisa out.

The sound of Khalisa's pantofel shoes echoed in the quiet corridor, he ran towards the toilet closest to the laboratory.

As soon as he reached the toilet Khalisa immediately vomited everything. The breakfast in the morning was just a piece of bread with even undigested peanut butter.

"Mas!" Khalisa was surprised to see Azfan at the door when he came out.

"Vomiting again?" Azfan took a step forward massaging the nape of Khalisa slowly. When he woke up, Khalisa also vomited and could not eat anything but a piece of bread and jam.

"Mas Azfan is here?" Khalisa ignored Azfan's question because he wanted to know why Azfan was not in class. Though the distance of the pharmaceutical laboratory and the class of Ahwal Al-Syakhshiyah is quite far.

"I happened to see Haura run away from the lab when I passed by wanting a photocopy of material from the lecturer so I samperin Haura here."

"I'm so nauseous when I smell the sodium ampislin just now."

"You're going home?"

Khalisa shook his head, if he came home then he would miss his practicum today. He also has to prepare a report afterwards, if he does not participate then he will be confused to complete the task of the lecturer.

"Wear a mask so you can smell a little."

"I'm wearing a mask." Khalisa showed me the mask in his hand.

"Dikasih aroma of fruits let's not kiss again sodium ampelinenya." Azfan rubbed Khalisa's arm to calm him down, if he could then Azfan wanted to take away all of Khalisa's suffering now. She doesn't know what sodium ampicillin is and how it smells but pregnant people are more sensitive to the scent. At least that's what Azfan saw from Khalisa's changes since pregnancy.

"Ampislin Mas." Correction of Khalisa due to the wrong pronunciation of Azfan.

"Yes ampislin."

"You smell of oranges." Pinta Khalisa.

Azfan smiled at Khalisa's behavior, "Haura wait here for a while ya." He rubbed Khalisa's cheek which lost its hue. Khalisa's face, which is already pale white, is now getting pale after pregnancy.

"Thank You." Khalisa saw Azfan's back getting farther and then invisible after turning to the right.

Azfan rode his motorcycle to go to a photocopy place near here while buying a new mask and perfume for Khalisa.

"Please copy ten pieces of each." Pinta Azfan arriving at the photocopy.

While waiting for his lecture material to be photocopied, Azfan went to the store next door to buy a mask for Khalisa. He also bought an orange-flavored children's bodymist. Azfan sprayed the bodymist on Khalisa's mask, hoping it would help.

Azfan also saw a fruit salad at the store, he bought one because Khalisa definitely need food intake after vomiting earlier.

When he returned, Azfan did not find Khalisa in the toilet so he decided to go to the pharmacy lab.

Azfan knocked on the door twice and opened it, greeting the 50-year-old male lecturer and asking for permission to see Khalisa.

"Sorry, I came here first because I was afraid to miss the material." Khalisa received a new mask from Azfan and immediately put it on.

"No Haura, I'm the one who's sorry because the photocopy place was rame so the wait is a bit long."

"It's okay, Mom."

"It's a fruit salad."

"Fruit salad?" Khalisa's eyes widened to see the fruit salad in Azfan's hand, the color is very tempting so Khalisa want to eat it immediately. "But you can't take food to the lab." Said.

"Oh that, sorry Haura I don't know, yes I've brought it first to finish class we meet behind the FK lab."

"Yes, thank you, Mommy."

Azfan immediately withdrew from there to return to his classroom.

Khalisa continued his practice after the incident of vomiting due to the smell of sodium ampislin. Thanks to the orange scent that Azfan sprayed on the mask, Khalisa was not too disturbed by the smell in the laboratory. It seems after this Khalisa will always use this method every time doing practicum.

"God is so relieved." Khalisa took off his mask after leaving the lab. He and Huma sat in the front seats of the laboratory to remove and tidy up their white robes, which were always used during practicum.

"I didn't expect lo Sa if you were actually pregnant—meaning I didn't believe that a Khalisa could get pregnant." Huma is still excited since hearing the news of Khalisa's pregnancy 2 weeks ago. He could not imagine how later if the stomach of Khalisa increasingly bulged.

"You mean I can't get pregnant?" Khalisa frowned in surprise because of Huma's statement.

"Not that, as the last child in the family, I've never seen my mother pregnant and I rarely see anyone pregnant so now I can't imagine if suddenly you're pregnant." Huma had a hard time explaining what he felt when he found out Khalisa was pregnant, between disbelief and happiness because Khalisa had wanted him for a long time.

"Khalisa, aren't you ashamed?" Tegur one of Khalisa's friends who also just came out of the laboratory. He looked at Khalisa from top to bottom with a look of dislike.

"Tempo?" Khalisa did not understand what his friend said, ashamed for what.

"Yes ashamed that you are the only student who married and became pregnant." Keto.

Khalisa smiled gently, "for what shame, this is no disgrace."

"Yes that means we are only in the 6th semester, the journey is still long while you have been married and have children, horrors also said you are the first Azfan application?"

Some of the other female students also crowded in front of the school's sparring laboratory it was the most splendid spectacle for them.

"Yes, why?"

"You are violating nature as a woman who should be embellished with shame."

Khalisa was about to reply but his friend did not give him a chance to interrupt.

"Especially reportedly Syifa son of FH who is now vice chairman of HAWASI also likes Azfan but you don't want to lose and lamar Azfan first, Azfan also nerima you must be because you are rich right?"

Chief Khalisa felt dizzy hearing the series of sentences, his chest like being hit by a blunt object many times. Khalisa swallowed his saliva with difficulty like something was stuck in his throat. Be ill. Maybe because he was trying to hold back his tears.

Since becoming pregnant, not only is Khalisa's nose sensitive, but his feelings are also no less sensitive. Khalisa shouldn't be too offended by that shit. But now it feels like Khalisa wants to slap his friend's face because he has dared to talk so.

"Stop your bullshit now or else I'll bump your head with this novel, will you?" Huma could not stand by to see Khalisa being slandered like that. Huma got up and almost threw the friend with the novel in his hand if Khalisa did not hold it.

"You have violated the nature of a Muslim to withhold the word so as not to hurt your other Muslim brothers, if wrong it can be slander and if really what is in it for you, what is in it, our home will not change." Khalisa soon passed from there after making his strange friend Khalisa did not know his name. Khalisa never forgets someone's name let alone that one of his majors but this time he was lucky because he did not remember the name of the girl in the pink hijab. Or they have never met.

Huma pursued Khalisa, "Khalisa, I've never heard of such gossip all this time." Huma was honest because he had never heard any rumors about Khalisa's marriage. They were just shocked to hear the news of Khalisa's wedding and it's been quite a long time— a year ago.

Khalisa doesn't say, he doesn't matter if people say anything about him. But it hurts a lot if someone says that Azfan wants to get married because Khalisa is rich. Azfan tried hard to support Khalisa and refused Daniel's help. Khalisa knew very well that it was not easy for Azfan when he had to meet the needs of the household as well as finance his own lectures.

"Maura!" Azfan went to see Khalisa coming, he has been there since 10 minutes ago. The place they used to meet after class. "The salad is not cold, we take it home first or—" Azfan's speech spontaneously stopped when Khalisa suddenly burst into his arms.

Azfan looked towards Huma, from that gaze he asked what happened to Khalisa. Why is Khalisa suddenly crying like this when 2 hours ago he was still fine.

"Don't cry." Huma followed, he sat on a bench that was right under the sapodilla kecik tree.

Azfan approached Khalisa to calm him down even though he did not know what happened to his wife. At times like this Azfan should not ask anything because Khalisa will not answer. After being calm enough, Khalisa will tell it.

"Mahira stop!"

The voice shocked Khalisa, Azfan and Huma. They looked at the source of the sound, and Kafa was chasing Mahira from the direction of the medical faculty's laboratory.

One day while they were still in elementary school, a boy dropped Khalisa's ice cream to make him cry. Kafa who did not receive immediately rebuked hitting the child to make a storm throughout the school.

Kafa did not go after Mahira and turned towards Khalisa and Azfan. His breath was tired from chasing Mahira who gave him a box of food in front of the class. Mahira said as a sign of gratitude because Kafa did not demand compensation for the Peony interest that Mahira dropped at that time.

"Crazy for the kid." Omel Kafa, he had promised not to deal with Mahira after the incident. But Mahira still harassed him. "He thought I didn't have money to eat."

"Why do you fuss over Mahira?" Tegur Azfan's.

"Mas, he's a fuss first, when he gives me food does he think I don't want to buy my own food?" Kafa explained with excitement. "More, make Cece." Kafa gave the food box to Khalisa.

"Kok for Cece this is from Mahira for you."

"I don't want to eat food from him."

"I try to see." Huma went with him, he took over the food box and opened it. "Well, that's pretty!"

Kafa comes to see it, there is fried rice, egg rolls, nuggets and fried meatballs until they are brownish in color. Unknowingly Kafa swallowed his saliva to see the food, especially he had not had lunch. Not to mention having to chase Mahira, Kafa had lost a lot of energy.

"You sure don't want to, it looks good." Syndir Khalisa's.

"No, I don't like foods that are too greasy like fried rice." Kafa pointed at the fried rice with his fierce face as if the innocent food was his enemy.

"But it's like it's fried in butter." Huma inhaled the aroma of the fried rice.

"I don't care." Kafa immediately went from there although saliva filled his oral cavity. He will go buy fried rice in a famous restaurant that is certainly more delicious than made by Mahira. "Don't forget to return to Mahira!" He shouted without looking.

"Based on the child, his behavior is always that." Khalisa looks at Kafa's behavior. Though Mahira is well-intentioned but Kafa actually said if Mahira thinks he does not have the money to buy his own food.

"More." Huma returned the fried rice to Khalisa, "you've been vomiting, you've been making odd."

"Thank you, yeah." Khalisa smiled faintly at Huma.

"Don't be sad, my nephew will be sad." Huma rubbed Khalisa's stomach. "I'll go home first!" He said he wanted to go home because Azfan was with Khalisa, he did not want to be a mosquito repellent if he was with them longer.

******

The digital clock on the desk shows at 22:15. Azfan had not completed his last calligraphy because he had to remake it after the calamity that happened to him that night. Azfan had to buy the media again and make it from scratch. The order will be delivered the day after tomorrow so Azfan must finish it tonight so as not to disappoint his customers.

Khalisa wiped his tears that did not feel melted when he noticed Azfan who was incising ink on the glass painstakingly when her husband was clearly tired. Remembering the words of his friend earlier without feeling made Khalisa secretly cry. Once he said Azfan received Khalisa because of his property. How could that be while Azfan had to work late into the night.

Azfan raised his face until his gaze met with Khalisa, he spontaneously smiled and went to Khalisa who was sitting at the cashier table. The shop was closed but they had not come home yet because they had to finish the calligraphy.

"If you sleep in the back." Azfan rubbed Khalisa's head, "later when I'm done building."

"I'm not so sleepy yet."

"Haura hasn't told me about it this afternoon, what's the matter?" Azfan grabbed Khalisa's hand and grabbed it.

Khalisa shook his head and smiled, he could not tell Azfan that.

"She said because I'm rich, she wants to marry me." Khalisa's voice was a little choked up, the phrase was very disturbing to him, "when Mas had to work up to the mall for me but why did he say it was like that, I don't like it." Khalisa tightened his grip and kissed Azfan's hands. "She said I was looking for Mas because I didn't want to lose to Syifa." Khalisa's tears are back. Khalisa tried to throw away the memory of the incident last afternoon but it was not that easy.

"That speech is not true, so Haura does not need to think about it anyway there must be some people who do not like us, it is strange that everyone likes us, because even the best people don't like it, we don't live to be perfect, dear." Azfan walked beside Khalisa, "as long as we are together, we will strengthen each other."

Khalisa hugged Azfan's stomach, he could not see Azfan's tired face.

"Just go home so Haura can rest."

Khalisa looked up, "but the calligraphy is not finished yet."

"It's okay that I continue tomorrow, there is also Geza who wants to help." For Azfan the most important is Khalisa, he also realized that Khalisa changes since pregnancy are more sensitive to the circumstances around him. Azfan knows very well Khalisa is not the type of person who is easily oppressed.

"I'll read Ar-Rahman's letter to sleep, yuk." Sedu Azfan because Khalisa still does not want to get out of the chair. "Or Joseph's letter?"

"Ar-Rahman." Eventually Khalisa left, "but whatever letter I like."

"Do you want to read 30 juz?"

Khalisa laughed, "can't sleep us all together."

Azfan was relieved to finally see Khalisa's laughter again. Since noon Khalisa much silent and pretended to focus on his task even though he was storing his pain alone.

"Haura wants me to get that guy to explain everything?" Azfan asked, although he actually did not need to do that because people who do not like them will not care about any explanation he said. But Azfan wanted to provide protection in that way if Khalisa wanted it.

"No need, waste of energy and time."

"But it can't be sad anymore, don't mind those negative words."

Khalisa nodded, grateful to have a husband like Azfan who could calm him down when faced with a situation like this.

*******

"Mahira!" Call Khalisa when he comes out of the HAWASI secretariat room. Mahira who was not far in front of Khalisa turned around.

"Why Mother?" Mahira walked over to Khalisa.

"This is your food place, thank you." Khalisa presented Mahira's empty and clean food box. Khalisa wanted to praise Mahira's cooking but if he said that, Mahira would know that Kafa refused his gift.

"It doesn't really need to be reversed" Ma'am."

"Nothing, it's been washed."

Mahira received the food box, "but how was it in Khalisa's box?"

"Yes Kafa asked me to go back to you, we happened to have a meeting earlier."

Mahira mangosteen, did Kafa so do not want to meet him until he had to leave the food box to Khalisa. Ah what Mahira thought, anyway for them to meet. There's nothing to talk about. It's just that disturbing Kafa is already like a hobby for Mahira. Every time he saw Kafa, Mahira felt that he was facing a lion that if touched a little then his mane would stand. Strangely it felt funny in Mahira's eyes.

Mahira only realized that Khalisa was wearing a robe bought by Kafa. As expected the robe is very suitable for the slim body of Khalisa. Kafa is so considerate of his brother but treats others like enemies. Mahira also wants to get Kafa's attention. Stop Mahira! don't think about the no.

"Yes first." Pamit Khalisa's.

"Yes, Mother." Mahira sees Khalisa pass from there with Azfan. "Such a sister with a sister, her brother like a meek cat eh her sister like a lion." He grumbled then.

Mahira was surprised not to play when he passed Kafa in the corridor, if he did not remember wrong it was one of the FK classes. Mahira did not deliberately want to meet Kafa because this was the road that he had to go through to get to the main gate.

When Mahira feels he and Kafa have no reason to meet it turns out the universe asks them to keep meeting each other as if it was an accidental meeting. Everything is arranged and there are no coincidences. So thought Mahira to defend herself from the accusations that Kafa could have told her.

"Eh Kafa!" Tegur Mahira because Kafa passed through it just like he was just a campus pole whose existence was not noticed. But not the campus pole is one of the most important components to build a building. Ah Mahira chanting again.

Kafa paused and turned around with a cold gaze as usual. It felt like Mahira wanted to flush Kafa with hot water so that his gaze was not that cold.

"Nice is good?" Mahira needs to listen to Kafa's opinion.

Kafa flicked his shoulders, "fried rice?"

"That's what I loved yesterday."

"I gave the food to Ce Khalisa and I don't even know what it is." Kafa immediately turned around and stepped away before Mahira again harassed him. Kafa seemed to forget if he had drooled to see the food given by Mahira yesterday. Even after arriving at the apartment Kafa was still thinking about that fried rice. As a result Kafa went to the apartment restaurant and ordered various types of fried rice. But unfortunately it can not be equated with fried rice made by Mahira that looks tempting and has a simple look compared to restaurant-made.