Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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Starting from a small shop now Azfan calligraphy and handicrafts have been displayed in a store that is three times larger than before. At first Azfan made his own calligraphy in his shop and there was Geza who helped him. Now Azfan has 20 employees who work on calligraphy, wall hangings and other handicrafts. Even now those who also send calligraphy abroad.

"I'm proud of Abi." Khalisa took Azfan's hand when they got off the car down the crowded Malioboro road by local and foreign tourists. They are watching various handicrafts, batik, to traditional Central Javanese food that is on the right left of the road.

The annual festival event on Malioboro street this time is much more crowded than the previous year. There are dozens of handicrafts promoted ranging from key chains, wall displays, batik fabrics to clothing.

Azfan had the honor of displaying his calligraphy in the entrance of the festival so that everyone who came would definitely see it. Moreover, the calligraphy was placed on a glass frame measuring 2×2 meters. The calligraphy will be auctioned off and the proceeds will be donated to social foundations.

"I wouldn't be able to do this without Umma." Azfan peeped at Khalisa's back. I don't know what Azfan can give to repay all the kindness and patience of Khalisa so far. Azfan could only give his whole life for Khalisa.

"This year is very busy." Khalisa close his body to Azfan when he meets the other end that meets Malioboro road that afternoon. "It's a good thing we didn't bring Azka."

"Because the type of goods being promoted is also more, Umma want to try it?" Azfan pointed to one of the tents that sold porridge or commonly called jenang. Sometimes jenang also refers to foods made from glutinous flour, coconut milk and brown sugar that are cooked for a long time.

But the jenang referred to Azfan now is jenang gempol—, one of the traditional sweet foods of Yogyakarta made from rice flour, starch and coconut milk and then formed round-round as a marble. Previously the food was sold in Malioboro street but over time, traditional food began to be displaced by modern food. This annual event also intends to maintain the Yogyakarta culture that many young people leave behind.

"That's what?" Khalisa had never seen such food before.

"Jenang Gempol, Umma should try." Azfan ordered two servings of thumbs up for himself and Khalisa. "Your mother used to make these jenangs."

"It looks good."

"Thank you." Azfan said while thrusting a sheet of 50 thousand. "It's sweet, try it." Azfan gave one bowl to Khalisa.

Khalisa dizzy looking for a chair for them to eat but all the seats are filled by other visitors.

"I brought this." Azfan took out a newspaper from his bag, he did prepare it for the seat.

Khalisa smiled widely and sat on top of the newspaper. They can enjoy the sweet food without hurry because they have to share a chair with other visitors.

"Where?" Azfan could not wait to hear Khalisa's comments about the swim.

"Enak, sweet." Khalisa ate another bite. In addition to the thumb jenang, there is brown sugar marrow porridge served together in one bowl. "I want to bring Azka home."

"Azka doesn't like sweet food."

"It's okay for Azka to try too."

"Well, we'll stop by here again if we want to bring it home."

"Eh Abi inget no, Abi used to have a stand there." Khalisa pointed across the street more precisely at a stand that sells batik cloth, he remembered Azfan had also participated in this annual event.

"Where can I forget that time Umma bought my calligraphy so Idris can get more salary."

"That's what you want?"

"There is something more important and I can't forget until now."

"What's that?"

"Today I was determined to fight for Umma when I had nothing, buy a ring just had to unload the piggy bank first, really just bismillah only after that God launched everything."

"The ring will always be here." Khalisa showed a ring still embedded in his ring finger. That would be the only piece of jewelry Khalisa always wears.

After spending a jenang, they continued to explore along Malioboro road. If something catches their attention they will stop by and buy some crafts or food.

"At that time my heart was filled with worry, how if Mas Azfan refused because he liked other women, what if Mas Azfan did not like me and other negative thoughts."

"I have no reason not to choose Haura."

Khalisa's cheeks flushed hearing that sentence. They have been through a few years together but Azfan can still make Khalisa blush.

Azfan kissed Khalisa's forehead as if there was no one else there. Khalisa was surprised and then glanced around hoping that no one would see him.

"Many people Bi, shy to know." Khalisa hit Azfan's arm slowly.

"Nobody saw." Azfan smiled mischievously, even if anyone saw it did not matter anymore they were married couples. "Instead of accepting Kak Fawas's perfect proposal, thank you Umma for choosing me."

"For me, Abi is the best of all men."

Visitors increasingly crowded the area of Malioboro street when the day is getting late in the afternoon. The auction event will soon begin on the stage located at the end of the stand row.

One of the items auctioned was calligraphy inscribed with QS At-Thaha verse 39 pieces in large gold-colored ink. Not only does it look luxurious, the calligraphy has a beautiful meaning.

"I have bestowed upon you the love that comes from Me; and that you may be taken care of under My watch."

Azfan was assisted by two employees to complete the calligraphy in one week before the event began.

"The first item we are going to auction is the calligraphy of the famous calligrapher and qori, Griya Ameezan, from the calligrapher Azfan Khuffa."

"The entire proceeds of the auction will be given to the five social orphanage foundations in Yogyakarta and surrounding areas, we start from the price of 10 million."

Someone raised the figure that the committee had provided, he bid for 50 million. Then the other two 75 and 100 million.

"The current high of 100 million, anyone dares to bid at a higher price?"

Azfan was surprised to hear that number, he thought the calligraphy would not sell for more than 50 million. However, there are those who bid up to 250 million.

"Three hundred!" The host cheered seeing the number 300, it became the highest number since no one dared to bid higher than that. "If you can know who?"

The committee gave a mic to a man who managed to get calligraphy for 300 million.

"I'm Christian Jason."

Hearing the name, Azfan and Khalisa's attention was immediately turned to him. They didn't hear wrong, it was Jason they knew.

"Seeing from his name, are you a true Christian?

"true."

"Then why do you look so eager for this calligraphy?"

"To donate?" Jason's words sounded hanging, rather than the answer to the sentence it sounded like a question.

"Applause to Christian Jason who's got 300 million calligraphy."

A boisterous applause followed Jason's steps as he went on stage. Jason wanted to lift the calligraphy but it was very large and heavy.

Assisted by four organizers, Jason took the calligraphy off the stage to the car park after completing the transaction.

"Jason, thank you." Azfan walked up to him Jason, "you bought it at a very high price."

"Can I ask you guys for help?" Jason sees Azfan and Khalisa alternating.

Azfan agreed, although he did not know what Jason would say next.

"Khalisa and Azfan, please give this to Levin, even if it's too late but tell me he's a wedding present from me." Although not able to have Rindang but at least Jason can give a valuable gift that will be displayed in the house of Rindang. Although not like it, Rindang can not throw it away.

"Do you know that Ko Levin is married to Rindang?" Ask Khalisa.

Jason nodded, "of course, we met before Levin went to Banyuwangi."

"We'll pass it on to Levin and Rindang."

"Thanks yes, I'll go first." Jason passed from there.

Jason stepped slowly along the Malioboro road, he wanted to enjoy the twilight alone in the middle of the sea of humans. Jason felt lonely amid the crowds of other visitors. Jason wondered if he was the only human being who felt lonely in the vastness of this earth. He had promised himself to forget Rindang.

Didn't some people say it was fun?

******

Before returning home, Azfan and Khalisa stop by the Reading Garden to give them the books they had collected from the shelves in their home. It is their regular activity to give unread books to the Reading Garden so that there are many people who can read without paying.

They deliberately came when the place was closed so as not to disturb visitors. Azfan took down two boxes of books from the trunk. This month they buy enough books so that the book given must also be more.

"Bi, I want to buy telon oil first in the minimarket opposite yes, I forgot Azka's telon oil runs out."

"We were together after I wrote these books."

"It's okay just for a minute." Khalisa crossed to the minimarket to buy Azka telon oil.

"Assalamualaik." Azfan said his regards.

"Waalaikumussalam, wow a lot this time." A man in his 60s emerged from one of the bookshelves lined up in the room. Irsyad owns this place.

"This month we're buying more books." Azfan placed the cardboard near the entrance.

"Sit down Fan." Irshad invited Azfan to sit down. "Thank you, thanks to you and your wife this place can survive until now."

"Together Mr. Irsyad." Azfan commented on the thin smile, he was also grateful because thanks to the Reading Garden there were no books piled up at home.

Azfan had donated many books even before he got married. Azfan never bought more than three books in a month. Azfan is grateful because he can now buy books that he could not buy. The financial situation is more stable now.

"You've been successful now, your business is growing rapidly."

"Thank God, sir."

"You like helping others too."

Azfan looked across the street waiting for Khalisa to come out of the minimarket.

"Fa." Call Irsyad Azfan not focused on him.

"Yes?" Azfan again saw Irsyad sitting in front of him. He could not focus because Khalisa did not come immediately when Khalisa just said he wanted to buy telon oil. Are there many types of telon oil that makes Khalisa confused to choose it.

"If I asked you to help someone, would you?"

"Please sir?"

"What did you think of polygamy?"

Khalisa carried one plastic bag containing three bottles of telon oil and hair oil for Azka. He looked to his right and left before crossing into the Reading Garden.

"Polygamy is permissible and lawful in Islam."

Khalisa's steps stopped hearing Irsyad and Azfan's conversation. He abandoned his intention to join in.

"There was a woman I knew, she almost married a man of her choice but unfortunately the man suddenly left and there was no news until now, the woman once came to the lecture you attended and had time to give a letter, do you not remember?"

Azfan never really paid attention to the giving of women worshipers. Azfan accepted everything without exception but he would give goods or food from them to others. That's how Azfan keeps Khalisa feeling.

"What if you marry her?"

Azfan was shocked to hear the question. Of course he refused to marry another woman. Azfan would never have cheated on Khalisa.

Khalisa almost dropped the plastic bag in his hand hearing Irsyad's question on Azfan. Khalisa turned around and walked quickly in the car.

Khalisa's heart ached to hear all that. His eyes were hot preparing to let out the water. Khalisa used to think he could have shared a husband with Naira but now he will oppose strongly if Azfan wants to marry again. Khalisa would never allow it at any time.

"Sorry sir, I can't marry any woman, for me Khalisa is enough."

"By marrying her it means you're helping her."

"If the economic situation is not good I can help him by giving money, I can help him but not by marrying him, I know polygamy is halal but I want to glorify my only wife Khalisa, thank you sir, I'll take care of you." Azfan resigned from there, he did not want to hear Irsyad's words again.

"Loh Umma here, I'm waiting to get out of it was already in the car." Azfan saw Khalisa already in the car.

"Can you ever get a letter from a congregation?"

Azfan turned to Khalisa, did Khalisa hear his conversation with Irsyad just now. Whether Khalisa heard all or only part of it.

"I don't remember because there were so many things they gave me every chance but I never took them home."

"This what?" Khalisa took out an envelope from the dashboard, he wanted to take the envelope and look at the contents. But because the envelope belonged to Azfan, Khalisa did not dare to open it without permission.

"Even I forgot that there's an envelope there." Azfan was ready to step on the gas but it was not because Khalisa showed him the envelope. "Umma just open up, I don't want any misunderstanding between us."

Khalisa tore the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper from there.

Assalamualaikum Ustadz Azfan, may always be in good health.

I have long admired Ustadz Azfan. Ustadz has an amazingly beautiful voice. If ustadz deigned, must have said this to ustadz, I have no problem being the second wife of ustadz.

Khalisa's hands trembled reading the contents of the letter. He looked at Azfan with teary eyes.

"Give it to me." Azfan requested the letter from Khalisa.

Khalisa refused to give it to Azfan.

Azfan pulled the letter and tore it apart, he did not know what the letter contained, but clearly it made Khalisa angry.

Azfan grabbed Khalisa's hand and grasped it tightly, "Umma believe not me?"

Khalisa lowered his head not to answer Azfan's question, he was eager to trust the husband completely. But after hearing Azfan and Irsyad's conversation, Khalisa became doubtful.

"Everytime I'll never wish Haura, only Haura my wife, it doesn't even cross my mind to get married again."

Khalisa rubbed his wet cheek, he did not dare to return Azfan's gaze.

"Umma definitely did not listen to my chat and Mr. Irsyad until it was over so Umma so misunderstood gini."

Khalisa raised his face, what were they talking about after that?

"I balk at that, whatever the reason I can't and don't want to marry again, we can help those who are in trouble but there's no way I can marry her, just you—Khalisa Syanin Alindra—Umma her Azka that I chose as wife."

Azfan cupped Khalisa's cheek, "Umma trusts me?"

Khalisa nodded faintly.

Azfan immediately pulled Khalisa into his arms. After what they went through together, Khalisa still thought that Azfan could be his wish. Just imagine Azfan never, in his life only Khalisa woman he loved.

Azka: Where are Abi and Umma going? Azka ikuu!