Mahabbah Love Khalisa

39

Bakmi stalls in the middle of the market are quite crowded even though they have just opened. Because the place is not too wide there are almost no empty seats. Khalisa and Rindang circulated a confused look looking for a seat for them.

"That's Azfan." Khalisa pointed at Azfan who was sitting in the corner of the room. Luckily Azfan came first so they did not have to wait for visitors to finish eating to get an empty place.

Azfan looked up to see the arrival of two girls with different looks, he reviewed his smile and invited the two to sit down. Azfan has also ordered three bakmi with meatball topping, chicken and mushrooms suwiran as well as additional fried dumplings. This is the first time Azfan ordered bakmi with a complete topping because there are Khalisa and Rindang.

Rindang issued a medical device to inject insulin before eating.

"What book did you read?" Khalisa asked because before he and Rindang came just now Azfan seemed to focus on books.

"The Sahabiyah." Azfan showed me the brown book.

"I've read it too but the author, Mahmud Al-Mishri, can I borrow it?"

"Can." Azfan presented the book to Khalisa with pleasure. Before arriving at this bakmi shop Azfan stopped by the bookstore for a while because he began to run out of stock books to read.

"Is it new?" Khalisa inhaled the smell of the pages of the book, although it could not be called delicious but he liked the aroma of every sheet of the book. If there is a perfume that has a book-like aroma then Khalisa will spray it all over his pillow and bed. But unfortunately there is no such perfume so Khalisa had to put books on the nightstand to always breathe the aroma. Khalisa doesn't know if it's normal or strange to others. "Your book collection is a lot?"

"Not much because my boarding place is narrow so every want to buy a new book there must be a book that comes out, otherwise the shelf will not fit."

"Keep the old book together?" Khalisa opened the first page of the book.

"Deployed to the Reading Garden, there inshaa Allah is the manager of trust so our book will not be in vain because there are many people who go there every day."

"What a great solution for you." The shade that was silent from earlier finally chimed in after finishing injecting insulin liquid in his stomach. "Your brother who had the wall of the room did not fit, right?"

"Don't overdo it, it's not that big either is my shelf."

"Say if you buy clothes a lot do not want, afraid of hisab, emang book not sniffed huh?"

Khalisa shook his head, the sentence described him as if Rindang knew the meaning of the hisab.

"Origin brings benefits that are okay, something that a lot of harm it just can not if until we buy again and again." Azfan Sahut.

Rindang was about to reply to Azfan's words but their order had come.

"That's a big deal." Rindang complained because he had to wait 10 minutes to eat after injecting insulin.

"I'm waiting for you." Said Khalisa when his mouth was watering want to immediately eat the bakmi.

"It's okay to eat, cold hunting like a doi attitude." Rindang chuckled at the end of his sentence.

"What the hell is that doi?" Azfan did not really understand what doi meant but he often heard people say it.

"So seriously you don't know?" Rindang mendelik, it is a term that has even been used since his papa mama was a teenager and Azfan did not know.

"He's a special person." Khalisa.

"You're not him time." Rindang stirred his bakmi as well as Khalisa and Azfan because they were waiting for Rindang.

"Who are you?" Khalisa glanced at Rindang, beware that various Khalisa will kick Rindang to the north pole.

"You are in front of me."

Azfan did not understand what Khalisa and Rindang were talking about right now. The rich man's conversation is always difficult to understand.

They enjoy bakmi in the midst of the boisterousness of other visitors. Azfan was worried because during the meal Khalisa did not comment anything. Does it feel bad for Khalisa?

"Crazy cepet really abisnya, can not add?" Shady to see Azfan, this is the definition of heart begging. He glanced at Khalisa's bowl which was also soon empty, clean, not left. Even the chunks of chives are exhausted by them.

"Eh, don't." Khalisa.

"Why?" Ask Azfan and Rindang together.

"Would you like a bowl, yes, I don't want you to faint here."

Rindang pursed his mouth, he did have to limit the consumption of foods that contain wheat flour and bakmi is one of them. Khalisa was like a doctor for Rindang and he did not make any tolerance to Rindang food.

"But the bakmi's good?" Azfan asked Khalisa, he was afraid that Khalisa would not enjoy the service.

"So much." Khalisa ate the last mouthful of bakmi and a meatball he had saved for the last meal.

"Alhamdulillah if that's it." Azfan is happy if Khalisa and Rindang like bakmi in that place.

"Just go to the toilet first." Rindang grabbed an antiseptic spray that poked from his bag pocket, he kebelet BAB after eating a large portion of bakmi when he had still wanted to eat another portion if Khalisa did not prohibit it.

"No, we'll wait outside just so the others can sit." Khalisa took Rindang's bag on the chair.

Meanwhile Azfan went to the cashier to pay for their food that afternoon and followed Khalisa who was outside the shop.

"Khalisa." Call Azfan when he stands about 1 meter beside Khalisa.

"Hm?" Khalisa turned to Azfan for a moment.

"You know the story about Umm Sulaim?" Azfan looked down at his pair of legs that reasoned his favorite black flip-flops—more precisely the only sandals he had.

"Know." Khalisa. "He was called the most noble dowry woman."

"I forgot the exact story, just remembered the short name." Azfan chuckled, ashamed that Khalisa knew so much about the history of Islam as that. Or Khalisa not only can not forget the name of the person but also has a strong memory of what he has read.

"Full name Ruimasha' Umm Sulaim bint Malhan bin Khalid bin Zaid bin Hiram bin Jundab bin 'Amir bin Ghanam bin 'Afie bin an-Najaar al-Ansyariyah al-Khazrajiyah."

Azfan gawked to hear Khalisa mention the full name of Umm Sulaim so smoothly, he even unconsciously held his breath for a moment so shocked. Azfan looked at Khalisa's palm. Blank.

"Why?" Khalisa held back a laugh seeing Azfan's expression.

"I see your palms who knows there's a cheat there." The sad Canda Azfan made Khalisa no longer able to withstand his laughter. "Can I hear a little story?"

"Can." Khalisa will gladly tell the story of the woman with the most noble dowry to Azfan. "Sulaim's eminence was also known for his steadfastness in embracing Islam, abandoning the idolatrous habit."

Azfan listened carefully though his gaze was still down but times saw not his sandals but Khalisa's feet wrapped in socks. Azfan is not sure what color Khalisa socks because it is almost invisible covered in a robe. Azfan could only see the tip of Khalisa's toe.

"One day Abu Talhah proposed to Umm Sulaim a rich merchant who gave a lot of wealth but unfortunately Umm Sulaim refused because Abu Talha was not yet Islamic."

"Then Abu Talha used his Islam to propose to Umm Sulaim?" Azfan managed to remember that story.

"Yes." Yeah." Khalisa. "Did you remember?"

"After being fished just remember."

They were silent for a moment watching the people passing around.

"If you may know, Mr. Daniel was the same as Ica?" Azfan asked carefully.

"No, after several months of embracing Islam and being evicted from the house, Papa dared to propose and marry Mama with a prayer tool dowry and a 2 gram gold ring that was eventually sold to extend the house contract." Khalisa smiled broadly after ending his sentence. For Khalisa, in addition to the love story of the prophet and his best friend, the love story of Daniel and Ica gave Khalisa many lessons.

"Well, I didn't think they had such a time, I thought Mr. Daniel and Ms. Ica were as rich and successful as they are today."

"I don't know what their difficulties were like at the time but I'm sure their struggle wasn't easy to get to this point."

"And they definitely don't want you to have that kind of trouble." Daniel and Ica raised Khalisa so well. Azfan became more and more insecure to get close to Khalisa, he really did not deserve the girl.

"If the road is okay, sometimes difficulty can mature someone."

"Then did Khalisa ever think about the dowry he wanted to marry?" Azfan immediately regretted asking that, he hoped that Khalisa did not hear it because the atmosphere was quite crowded plus their distance was not too close.

"A calligraphy as big as one square meter maybe?" Khalisa turned to Azfan, he could see Azfan's surprised face and the guy's ears began to turn red. Whether Azfan knew the meaning of Khalisa's words or he did not understand at all.

"Sorry I've long been her empup." Shady gasping for breath, he thought Khalisa had left him for too long in the bathroom. The shade should spray the antiseptic liquid all over the surface of the closet before sitting on it so that it takes longer.

"Have you washed your hands with soap yet?" Ask Khalisa.

"Well, you think I'm Zunaira who should be taught to wash my hands after the empup, where are we going?" Shindang saw Azfan whose face was flushed to the ears. Rindang became curious about what they discussed before he came just now. Did Khalisa express his feelings for Azfan?

"home." Answer Khalisa briefly, where else to go.

"Oh yes, Khalisa and Rindang when to go back to Banyuwangi?"

"Lusa insha Allah, I've booked a ticket."

"You coming?" Shade saw Azfan.

"I also have to go back to Bantul."

Rindang. They split up there. Rindang and Khalisa entered the car first leaving the narrow bakmie stall yard. Azfan just got on his bike after Khalisa's car was not seen.

Azfan touched his ear that felt hot, he did not want to misunderstand Khalisa's sentence about the dowry. But still he could not hide his feelings when he heard this. A strange feeling that Azfan had never felt before flowed into his chest quickly and made his heart flutter.