Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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"Where did we get Mr Dhe?" Azfan rubbed his eyes when he just woke up from his sleep, he slightly stretched his body that felt stiff because he slept with a sitting position for a long time. Azfan saw the scenery outside the window. Darkened. But Azfan could hear the pounding waves along the way which meant there was a beach on their left.

"Situbondo, we'll be in Banyuwangi soon."

Hearing the name of the city made Azfan's heart beat unflinchingly, he did not know that they would send the batik to Khalisa's hometown. Yesterday Tris just said that they would send batik to East Java without mentioning the name of the city specifically.

Though Azfan did not necessarily meet with Khalisa but just imagine it makes a strange sail in his stomach. Was he drunk from such a long trip?

Azfan looked at the clock on his phone and searched the Banyuwangi prayer schedule because he had intended to fast rajab today. If there is still time, Azfan will be sahur with food that his mother brought inside

"You want sahur?" Tris asked to see Azfan open his backpack.

"Sir Dhe wants to?" Azfan handed Tris a packet of bread.

"No need, Mr. Dhe is not fasting." Reject Tris is still focused on the streets.

"Nothing, this bread is not devoted to people who want to fast really."

Tris chuckled softly at the words of his nephew, he was happy if Azfan accompanied him to send batik let alone his destination far as it is now because he would not be bored again in the car. Azfan can replace him with a driver.

Azfan's mother put a lot of bread and snacks into Azfan's bag to eat during the trip.

They stopped in front of the mosque to clean themselves up and set up dawn prayers. They have time to drink and take a bath in the mosque because the dawn prayer has not been proclaimed.

Cold pierced Azfan's skin when he first touched the water. Though he was already confident to take a shower but the dawn here feels very cold. Though in Jogja he can shower at 3 am without feeling cold.

"Bismillah warm." Azfan murmured as he was about to splash his body with water as if he could turn the water warm. "It's so cold." Azfan's body trembled even he had trouble picking up soap in his pouch.

Maybe it was the shortest time for Azfan to take a shower, not until 15 minutes he had finished changing clothes with a holster and long-sleeved white t-shirt.

"Cold huh?" Tegur Tris saw Azfan trembling despite having changed clothes.

"Yes Mr. Dhe." Azfan hugged his bag into the mosque.

One by one the congregation began to arrive when the dawn adhan was echoed by a muezzin who had a melodious voice.

Some worshipers establish the dawn qabliyah sunnah prayer before the dawn prayer begins by the imam. The dawn qabliyah prayer is a prayer that is almost never abandoned by the Prophet because his goodness is better than the world and its content.

They continued their journey after the prayer. Tris checked the address that had been sent by the customer who ordered batik a week ago. He made sure the road they went through was not wrong because if it happened it would waste his time.

"It's still far?" Ask Azfan.

"Lumayan."

"Grand Watu Dodol." Azfan read a large piece of writing on the side of the road that they passed. "Well the sun is rising, God is beautiful." Azfan was amazed by the sun peering over the hill across the sea. He supported his head with his arms unwilling to miss the beautiful sight.

"The Sunrise of Java." It was a nickname for Banyuwangi because the district is located on the easternmost island of Java.

When it was dark, Azfan could only hear the sound of waves pounding from the sea but now he could finally see how beautiful God's creation was. Blue sea with black sand beach.

"Later Mr. Dhe stopped by breakfast at the famous tempong rice stall here huh?"

"Yes, you sleep first if you sleep later if you've got up to Mr. Dhe woke up."

Azfan nodded. He still continues to scroll through the new prayer beads given by his senior in the organization HAWASI with his mouth whispering praise to God. The tasbih gives off a fragrant aroma so that sometimes Azfan rubs it into clothes without the need to wear clothes fragrance again.

"Say you want to start your own calligraphy shop, Fan?" Tris remembers yesterday that her sister said that Azfan would open his own store in Sleman. It was encouraging news for the Azfan extended family as there was finally a way for Azfan to start his own business relying on his skills of making calligraphy.

"Yes Mr. Dhe, thank God there are good people who let Azfan use the store." Azfan Sahut.

Azfan would not stop thanking Allah, remembering the kindness of Khalisa's family to him. They did not at all consider that Azfan was from a different class. Even Renata was so good from the first meeting with Azfan.

******

Voice Command informed that Tris and Azfan's destination was almost 3 hours after they had travelled from Situbondo. Azfan straightened his body and slightly tidied his hair to make it look not messy when coming down later.

"That's like the hotel had this cool guy Fan." Tris pointed at a building with dozens of floors on the right side of the street. It says Jinggo Hotel on the top floor that reflects sunlight. "Say this batik for the uniform of the hotel and resort employees belong to him."

"Where are we going now, Mr Dhe?" Azfan asked as they were just passing through the hotel, he thought their destination was the hotel.

"We were told to go to his resort because later his clothes were also made there."

"Oh." Azfan.

Azfan again smelled the scent of the beach when Tris' box car entered a smaller asphalt road, no longer the main road.

"It looks like the city is surrounded by Mr. Dhe's beach." Azfan muttered as he began to look at the beach. It's just that this beach does not have waves as big as the sea.

"Bound by sea and mountains."

"Sir Dhe ever met the same guy?"

"Never before, this is just we do not necessarily meet because he messages by phone and email but from his voice it seems he is a polite person."

From a distance Azfan saw a three-story building made of wood with a brown color that dominates. It is thick with the atmosphere of nature plus the trees that are around the building. There were even buildings lined up above the sea. Surely the ones staying here are the people are located because the resort can be called luxury. Azfan guessed his overnight rental price ranged from 1 million.

Tris stopped her car right in front of the resort building. Azfan immediately got out of the box car when he saw several employees in uniform approaching them.

Azfan circulated his gaze around inhaling the aroma of the sea as much as possible because not every day he could feel this. Azfan saw a building made almost entirely of wood. Azfan accidentally saw someone staring at him from behind the white curtains covering the glass windows in the building.

Khalise?

Azfan blinked his eyes and the figure he thought was Khalisa was no longer visible. Though they had looked at each other for a few seconds but apparently Azfan was wrong. It is a pleasant coincidence if the batik buyer turns out to be Khalisa's parents.

Azfan smiled himself aware of his stupidity, of course even though this Banyuwangi he could not meet Khalisa.

"Azfan!"

That sound?