Mahabbah Love Khalisa

10

This morning Khalisa woke up feeling flowery, why? because he does not need to cook his own breakfast because there is Ica who makes breakfast for him. Daniel and Ica stayed for a few days in Khalisa's apartment because there are some things to take care of here.

"Mama made what?" Khalisa hugged Ica from behind as Daniel used to do. Being used to seeing romantic scenes of Daniel and Ica, Khalisa became fond of imitating her.

"Take Rindang and Huma eat here, Mama make your favorite fried rice using the same shrimp cow's eye eggs on it." Ica put the last cow's eye egg on the plate.

"Where's Rindang made?" Khalisa saw a dining table that already contained 3 dishes of fried rice complete with eggs of beef eyes.

"But Mama made it." Khalisa has cooked brown rice and prepared vegetable oil to make a special fried rice Rindang.

"I've called Huma anyway let him eat here because I'm sure Mama must cook a lot." Khalisa sat on one of the dining table chairs.

"Mommy's here." Ica put fried rice on the table and continued cooking for Rindang, because Rindang is special then he made fried rice which is also special for him.

"Where's dad?" Khalisa scooped a bit of fried rice on his plate, he could not bear to wait any longer because the aroma had already pierced his nose.

"It's on the balcony."

"I am samperin." Khalisa stepped towards the balcony, he saw his papa broad back that was leaning against the balcony railing.

"Such weather from up here." Daniel said without looking, he knew Khalisa was behind him.

"A little bit's gotta be hot, Pa." Khalisa stood beside Daniel.

"What time are you going to college today?" Now Daniel turned to Khalisa to see the princess who had a face of fusion of himself and Ica.

"At 10, there's only two today." Khalisa circulated the view to the expanse of the sky of the city of Sleman in the morning with a little cloud. "Oh yes Pa, today there is an art exhibition on boulevard, Papa and Mama must be there."

"God's Inshaa."

Khalisa's apartment bell rings twice, "i'm the only one open!" Khalisa shouted from the balcony running towards the front door without looking from the monitor, he guessed if it was Huma or Rindang. Who else would visit the apartment if not them.

"Assalamualaik." Huma cried as the door opened.

"Waalaikumussalam, come on in." Khalisa pulled Huma's hand and led him into the dining room next to the living room, "Mama, Huma's coming."

"Hello Huma, how are you?" Ica looked at Huma for a moment.

"Good aunt, long time no see." Huma replied in a friendly manner.

"Alhamdulillah good, next time you have to play to Banyuwangi, when we meet in Jogja continues."

"Inshaa Allah Aunty if there is a chance."

"Let's sit down." Khalisa invited Huma to sit on one of the dining table chairs. "And I'll call Rindang first." Khalisa stepped out of the apartment to pick up Rindang because the special fried rice for Rindang was also ready.

Khalisa pressed the doorbell of Rindang's apartment, despite knowing the pins entered the apartment but he did not want to enter. Likewise with Rindang who also never entered without permission despite knowing access to Khalisa's apartment.

"My misery." Shindang opened the door still with his nightgown, he only had time to wash his face just now.

"Can we do it?" Khalisa immediately pulled Rindang out and closed the door again.

"Always, read the novel I just bought."

"It's not just that college assignments are reading novels."

"Well, it smells good vows!" Rindang immediately became literate to smell the aroma of fried rice made by Ica that had been presented on the table. Rindang was still half-drowsy when Khalisa hit his apartment bell.

"Papa let's eat." Ica cried to Daniel who felt at home on the balcony.

"For Om." Rindang greeted Daniel who had just joined them. While Huma just smiled faintly at Daniel and then looked back down at a plate of fried rice that was able to make his mouth cavity full of saliva.

"Morning of the Leaf." Reply Daniel. "Thank you Ma has made breakfast for us." He looked at the wife who was sitting in the chair beside him.

"Together Papa, let's pray first." Ica returned Daniel's gaze to give a code so that the husband immediately led the prayer.

"Let's pray together according to our respective beliefs." Daniel bowed to recite the prayer before eating. Likewise with Rindang, he tied his hands in front of his chest and closed his eyes reading prayer.

Khalisa, Rindang and Huma thanked Ica for making them breakfast. They also praised the delicious Ica cuisine.

"It's okay, right?" Ica noticed Huma's face that seemed to be crying with a pair of eyes.

Khalisa came to see Huma, finally he also realized that Huma's face was not as usual.

"I'm okay with Auntie." Huma reviewed his smile and shook his head faintly.

Ica nodded trying to understand that Huma did not want to be frank about her current feelings.

Khalisa could not believe it, he knew something was troubling Huma's mind. Khalisa knew very well that Huma had sensitive feelings.

After breakfast Khalisa and Huma went together to campus on foot as was their custom. Usually they will use the bicycle facilities on campus because the distance is first class and others are quite far.

"Why you?" Khalisa immediately asked as he and Huma walked out of the apartment.

"Why what?" Huma pretended not to understand the meaning of Khalisa's question.

"No need to pretend not to know, answer honestly why your eyes so swollen? don't tell me because you read a novel, that's why you're so stale."

Huma first took a deep breath before starting his sentence, "so yesterday I posted a photo to Instagram, there were comments," Huma thrust his phone at Khalisa.

Free to wear a hijab if the hair is still visible, the behavior is still instalment.

"How dare you say this, who is it?" Khalisa returned Huma's phone.

Huma rolled his shoulders, nor did he know anyone who had commented on his post yesterday. Social media gives people the freedom to comment. There may be people who are bodo with it but for Huma, it is very disturbing his mind.

"Did he know your daily behavior?"

"That's it." Huma shook his head, if he did not know, of course, the person did not know how Huma behaved every day.

Huma nodded forcing a smile, "thank you." If there is no Khalisa, Huma will probably think about the words of the person for days. But Khalisa always managed to calm Huma especially at times like this.

"That's why they're getting ready for an art exhibition later, huh?" Khalisa switched the conversation so that Huma forgot about the comment, he pointed to the student hordes who were building tents to prepare for the art show later at noon.

"Yes, they're mostly from kating anyway, our generation is still sparse."

"Yes, because our generation is also adapting to the same campus environment."

They took a bicycle that was provided for the students when they wanted to surround the campus. Khalisa and Huma chose to ride the bike to class as well as exercise. As the saying goes, diving each other drink water. Although many children today do not use the saying even do not understand the purpose of the saying, but Khalisa and Huma the lovers of novels still often use Indonesian proverbs.

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A series of calligraphy neatly arranged with paintings made by UII students from various faculties. They exhibited the artwork along the boulevard. Visitors who come not only from among students but also from the surrounding community even outside the city who deliberately visit Sleman to watch the exhibition once a year.

Behind the beautiful calligraphy was a skillful hand that had painstakingly painted it. It was Azfan with his left hand to paint verses of Allah in various painting media, as Khalisa said, Azfan was awarded an extraordinary left hand to produce such beautiful calligraphy. Azfan along with some FIAI students had their own booth in the middle of another booth that showcased their artwork.

From a distance Azfan saw Khalisa with Huma stepping towards him. Azfan smiled whether Khalisa could see it or not from a distance so far. Azfan's lips spontaneously attracted by itself forming a smile when he saw Khalisa.

What's the matter? why is my heart pounding, surely because I was too nervous when Khalisa came here, but whether Khalisa was going to go here or was going to turn the other way, look he hasn't even seen you Fan.

Azfan was arguing with himself, who else could he argue with if not himself.

Azfan was surprised to see Khalisa waving at him, which meant that Khalisa did see him smiling just now.

Just as Azfan was about to return Khalisa's hand, his gaze was blocked by a male figure standing on his back.

"Do you like Khalisa?"

Azfan turned his head to hear a question that was like drawing right into his heart. It turns out that from earlier Bimo noticed Azfan gelagat when he saw the figure of Khalisa.

"What are you saying that for?"

"It's so serious!" Bimo pushes Azfan's arm, "i'm just kidding."

Azfan fell silent not responding to Bimo's words anymore.

"Some of you, we're not the same level as Khalisa."

Azfan's view again leads to Khalisa who also came with his parents, the figure of the man who had turned his back on Azfan was Levin. They seemed to be chatting, occasionally Khalisa was seen laughing in response to Levin's words.

"Look, can you talk to Khalisa's parents like Kak Levin? you can't, because you and they are different worlds."

Azfan looked down, Bimo said. Moreover, seeing Khalisa come with his parents makes Azfan more embarrassed and self-conscious. Why Azfan should be ashamed, he was only a friend to Khalisa, but he did not need any special reason to be ashamed. Azfan was arguing with himself.

"We both live on Earth." Reply Azfan finally.

"Ah you don't understand, this is just a parable, I mean you want to discuss what the parents Khalisa if met, will not connect also."

"Assalamualaik." The sound of Khalisa saying greetings, the voice was familiar to Azfan's ears. All of Azfan's senses are familiar with Khalisa's voice.

"Mosur." Azfan hesitantly looked up, why Khalisa was so fast in front of him, not a few minutes ago the girl was still standing far ahead there with Levin.

"Mama, this is what Khalisa said, Azfan is good at making calligraphy." Khalisa smiled broadly explaining to Ica that the calligraphy displayed there is mostly the work of Azfan.

Azfan moved from his seat to greet Khalisa, Huma and Ica who came to his booth.

"God, you have an amazing talent." Praise Ica.

"Thank you, Miss Alisha." Azfan nodded politely.

"Papa if you look would want to have it all."

"Is there an empty wall in the house?" Canda Khalisa because he knows his papa likes to display calligraphy at home.

"We have a special offer for visitors who want to paint, we provide canvas." Bimo is moving.

"Oh yeah? good dong, my friend is a painter." Huma said excitedly. "Come on Khalisa, show me your talent."

"I'm not a painter huh, designing clothes is just as painting is different."

"It's okay to paint clothes on canvas." Tyre Azfan.

"What design did Khalisa ask?" Khalisa saw Ica because he himself was confused about what design to make.

"Something Khalisa hasn't done before." Answer Ica.

"Wedding clothes for example." Timpal Huma's.

"The wedding dress?" Khalisa frowned, is there really nothing else?

"Yes I've never seen you make a wedding dress design."

"Good idea, please sit down Khalisa." Bimo pulled up the chair allowing Khalisa to sit in front of the blank canvas without waiting for Khalisa's answer again.

Khalisa took a breath before starting to paint, he chose the smallest brush and poured watercolor on the palette.

"But Mama don't look." Pinta Khalisa, he is not confident if Ica sees him while drawing. "Mama put Papa gih in Ko Levin's booth, I'll finish this in 1 hour."

"Yes, if so, Mama followed Papa first." Ica rubbed the top of Khalisa's head and bid farewell to Azfan and the others before leaving.

"You only need an hour?" Azfan was surprised, he alone needed at least one day to make one calligraphy.

"Yes." Yeah." Khalisa nodded confidently.