Mahabbah Love Khalisa

11

Azfan could not take his eyes off the champagne colored wedding dress painting with a simple straight cut model. The dress is simple but looks graceful with sequin accents on the chest. Azfan was amazed because Khalisa only painted the wedding dress in less than an hour.

"Well, that's pretty." Praise Azfan honestly, he could not help but praise the painting even though Khalisa said rarely painted on canvas but the results are very beautiful.

"Me or the painting?" Khalisa gave the final touch by adding sequin details to the chest of the dress.

"Hm?" Azfan's eyebrows raised.

Khalisa laughed, "i'm just kidding." He said he shook his hand at Azfan.

Visitors are increasingly crowded, the boulevard street is filled with art lovers. Not infrequently also from those who are interested and buy artwork from the creative hands of UII students.

"You think this is good?" Khalisa was unsure of his own painting, he painted it without any sketches and previous plans.

"Yes, the color is also good but it's even better if it's white."

"Oh yeah?" Khalisa turned to Azfan for a moment and saw the canvas before him again. "Eh there's a fly in your cake." Khalisa pointed to a black forest cake on the table that was shared by the exhibition committee for all the students who had participated showing their artwork.

"It's okay, the flies just ask for a little." Azfan said casually, he let the fly alight on the cake he had not touched.

"Hm?" Khalisa turned completely to Azfan, "you mean?"

"Learning to do good from small things such as sharing food with these flies for example, we are always obsessed with doing the Sunnah which we think produces a lot of rewards when we can start from small things."

For a moment Khalisa was stunned by Azfan's words, whether it was the longest sentence Azfan had ever spoken since they knew each other.

"Again," Azfan lifted the container, "it's still edible." He blew the blackish-brown cake until the flies that had settled there blurred for a moment.

Khalisa swallowed his saliva as Azfan scooped a little cake with cherries on it and devoured it without hesitation.

"Khalisa's disgusted huh?"

Khalisa shook his head, "not at all." He said honestly, he did not think at all that what Azfan did was something dirty, he was busy digesting the sentence Azfan just now.

Khalisa knew according to Bukhari's hadith "When a fly goes into one of you, dip it, then pick up and throw the fly away. Because on one wing there is disease and on the other wing there is a cure."

But Khalisa had never experienced the incident in the real world and now he was amazed to see Azfan do it.

Azfan saw Levin stepping towards them with a black forest, it was the same cake that Azfan belonged to.

"Khalisa, this is for you." Levin thrust a jar of his black forest at Khalisa.

"Coko don't eat?" Khalisa moved from his seat to receive the cake.

"I don't like chocolate very much, eat it." Levin said happily, he deliberately came here to give the cake to Khalisa.

"Ko's Kamsia." Khalisa put the cake with cherries into his tote bag. Khalisa will eat it later because he has ordered an ice cream on Huma at a vendor near the campus gate. In addition, the ashar time is near so that he will not have time to eat the cake even though the size is fairly small.

"Sama-sama, uh your design is so yes?" Levin turned his eyes to the canvas Khalisa had painted.

Not yet Khalisa replied Huma came with two cups of ice cream in his hand. Huma immediately stood between Khalisa and Levin.

"Thank you, yeah." Khalisa took over the vanilla ice cream from Huma's hand.

"The hunt is eaten ashar, you don't want the ice cream to melt, do you?" Huma looked for an empty chair to eat the ice cream, the weather today was hot enough that they craved something fresh like ice.

"Yes-iya, anyways if it is still closed gini will not be as fast as it is also melting."

"No need to cry with me, you if you pray lamaaa very, ice that was frozen so melted because later you pray." Huma opened the lid of the ice cream cup, he inhaled the aroma first before eating it.

"Basic lebay." Khalisa's ringing because of Huma's speech.

"Don't say lebay, you don't want to first I've masakin you instant noodles until swollen and the sauce runs out because of the later abandoned prayer."

"It was that long?" Levin asked, he himself never counted how long he used to pray.

"Don't believe Huma." Khalisa.

"If you don't believe me, I've recorded your prayer time on a stopwatch." Huma showed his phone displaying a note titled Khalisa Prayer Time, "seventeen minutes." His word.

Huma chuckled back to put his phone in the pocket of the alma mater suit. Huma used to get tired of waiting for Khalisa to finish praying so he took the initiative to count it with a stopwatch.

Azfan just smiled at the debate between Khalisa and Huma without daring to interrupt. In the past, when he was Junior High Azfan also ever fad to calculate how long he prayed and as he remembered it was about 10 minutes.

"Worse, that's a long time." Huma said again.

"Don't say long, God gives 24 hours and we only use 17 minutes to pray times five means there is still more free time that we have."

"Agreed." Levin agrees with Khalisa. "Sholat is our romantic time with God, there is no best time for us to get closer to Allah other than prayer."

Khalisa nodded in agreement with Levin, he was so waiting for the prayer time to arrive because it was the right time to make out with the khalik. Prayer is like our time of rest from all the dizzying affairs of the world.

Shortly thereafter Ica and Daniel came after touring the entire exhibition area. They picked up Khalisa because the ashar time had arrived to immediately perform the congregational ashar prayer in the mosque.

Daniel has also purchased several pieces of art on display that day including one of Azfan's calligraphy works.

"What is your painting?" Tuke Azfan when Khalisa was about to leave.

"It's just you." Khalisa waved at Azfan before he left with his parents and Huma.

******

The melodious sound of the chanting of the holy verse of the Qur'an is heard in a simple boarding room measuring 3×3 square meters. Although not too big but the owner arrange his goods in such a way that the room feels relieved. There is a bed without a cot with plain brown bed linen. Next to the bed was placed a bookcase that barely fit. On the other hand, there is a wardrobe that is integrated with the study table facing the window.

The man stopped his reading and closed the Qur'an mushaf then put it back on the study table. Without folding the prayer mat he rushed towards the bathroom because of the pee. Having a bathroom inside, where the cost is fairly cheap because of the kindness of the boarding mother to him.

He is a handsome Azfan man who has very little self-confidence. Although many women like it but Azfan never realized it, he continues to feel not confident dealing with many people.

Azfan came out of the bathroom just as the door was knocked by someone, he also heard a female voice calling his name from outside.

A woman stood at the door carrying a plate of fried tofu, lontong, bean sprouts and cabbage doused in a peanut sauce flavored typical of shrimp petis.

"Why Yu?" Azfan saw the woman named Ayu for a moment. Ayu is a 17-year-old girl who is currently sitting in the 3rd grade of High School, she is also the son of a boarding house owner who lives nearby. He often came to the boarding house where Azfan brought a variety of food made by his mother.

"Mas Azfan's been eating dinner yet, I made Mas know the dreadlocks too." Ayu thrust a plate of gimbal tofu complete with fried eggs at Azfan.

"Yet, thank you also tell me that I've been bothering to make food."

"New mas finished praying huh?" Ayu looked at the prayer mat on the floor that had not been folded.

"Not really."

"That's a painting of who Mas is, I just saw." Ayu advanced her head to look at the painting in the corner of Azfan's room more clearly.

"Oh that." Azfan followed Ayu's point of view, it was Khalisa's painting that he brought here even Azfan put it on a glass frame for fear if the color eventually fade. "My painting of the theme."

"You can paint bridal clothes like that."

"That's my painting, girl" Azfan put a tofu gimbal on the table near the entrance.

Ayu's face turned bland but Azfan didn't realize it, "didn't Mas Azfan never have a girl friend?"

"Yes we knew not too long ago."

"Oh, yeah, I'm gone first." Ayu immediately breezed away to hide her disappointment knowing that Azfan now had a female friend. Ayu knew that the student on campus must be beautiful but Azfan was different, the guy had never dealt with a girl friend before.

Azfan again closed the door, his gaze focused on the painting he hung on the wall after being framed. Azfan himself did not know why he bought a frame for Khalisa painting even though for his calligraphy alone he rarely put it on the frame. Then now every Azfan saw the painting he would unconsciously smile.

"Astaghfirullah." Azfan immediately felt guilty for looking at the painting for too long.

Azfan took a spoon to eat tofu gimbal made by his boarding mother. Usually Azfan buy food from outside because in addition to not having cookware, he also felt buying food so more efficient. The food outside now though is cheap but delicious if only to fill the hungry stomach of students like Azfan.