Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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Area along the jl. Malioboro is crowded by visitors who are enjoying arts and crafts festival events. Malioboro is never deserted by tourists, it is like a mandatory place for tourists visiting Yogyakarta.

If the usual day on the right and left roadside against the traders who sell various souvenirs and typical food of Yogyakarta. But today Malioboro looks different with various arts and crafts on display along 2 kilometers.

Khalisa had just parked his car in the middle of another car, he almost did not get a parking lot because it was preceded by someone else. But Rindang with his ketusnya style said that they got the place first. Eventually, they got out of the car to watch the festival.

Last year there was also a similar festival but reportedly this year will take place more festively because more craftsmen took part in the event.

"Why are you wearing high heels?" Khalisa nagged because Rindang actually uses high heels as high as 7 centimeters when they will walk for 1 kilometer. Should be wearing comfortable footwear.

"Jason!" Rindang ignored Khalisa's nagging and waved at the girlfriend who seemed to have been waiting for him. "Let's just remember Jason must have my slippers in his car."

"Thank you for having a boyfriend like Jason, he's like your personal assistant."

"Free personal assistant." Rindang grinned, "we three streets is okay?"

"If you don't want to, I fire you as Rindang's girlfriend." Khalisa made Jason laugh.

"Here he is, he has more power over my life." Cindang Canda.

"Yes, the road is three so that as parents and children, I will be able to jujan you all." Jason had absolutely no problem if the three of them walked together. After all, they had also often spent time together before.

"You mean, my son is that?" Khalisa did not accept.

"It is impossible that his son shalihah," Rindang pointed to Khalisa, "his mother is like this." He pointed to himself wearing only a t-shirt and jeans on his knees that showed his legs.

"Udah ah yuk street." Khalisa pulled Rindang's hand to immediately walk down the increasingly dense road.

"Just today no one wants to spend money, let me buy it." Jason said because not only handicrafts, various foods are also sold along the road they will pass.

"I bought an expensive one is okay?" Rindang held Jason's hand while the other hand was in Khalisa's grasp.

"Of course." Jason smiled widely because he knew there were no expensive food around here, the average price of them was no more than 100 thousand.

"Sa, bright moon." Rindang pointed to the cart of martabak sellers and bright moon not far from them.

"You can't eat that."

"Just pointing does not mean you want to buy." Rindang puckered his mouth.

"Nothing bitten." Jason knew Rindang wanted to eat the cake.

"Jason!" Khalisa threw a sharp look at Jason. "That's a lot of sugar, please don't mess around." He said with a serious face.

"OK-okay." Jason slightly raised his hand no longer to violate Khalisa's ban.

"Azfan participated in this festival as well." Said Rindang trying not to look at the seller's bright moon that was getting closer, he also held his breath so as not to smell the aroma of butter and sweet dough. Rindang did not know when the last time he ate sweet martabak or what he used to call the light of the moon.

"Know where?" Khalisa tried to put on a flat face even though deep in his heart he was surprised because he did not know about it.

"Today I am nanya, she said she joined this festival."

"Oh yeah?" Khalisa himself did not know that Azfan was here, it means he had to bring home some displays because surely Azfan sold a lot of calligraphy and other displays. The walls of Khalisa's apartment will not be empty anymore because he will attach various calligraphy works of Azfan.

"Do you like Azfan's phone?" Ask Jason.

"Who likes it too, I know this festival right so I'm the same Azfan he's not coming, it's coming."

"Oh." Jason just oh ria.

"Don't be jealous." Rindang pinched Jason's arm slowly, if Jason knew that Khalisa and Azfan liked each other then he did not have to bother jealous of Azfan. "It looks like this is Azfan's booth but it's not Azfan who is guarding." Rindang pointed to a booth displaying various calligraphy and wall displays.

Khalisa stepped near the stand, he also knew the calligraphy that was all different. Azfan really wants his buyers to get exclusive calligraphy made by him.

"Mas, this is Azfan's stand isn't it?" Ask Rindang.

"Yes right." Answer the man of Azfan's age is polite.

There are some visitors who also look at the wall display there.

"Who?" Turn Khalisa asked, he really likes to collect the names of people in his brain.

"Idris is Azfan."

"Oh, we also have Azfan." Shindang pointed at the three of them.

Khalisa smiled widely, who asked?

"Where is Mas Idris?" Khalisa saw the calligraphy in the booth weighing which one he would take home.

"For Ashar prayers, call Idris only I am the same age as Azfan kok." Idris sees Khalisa, Rindang and Jason taking turns. He guessed that they were rich people who lost their way to spend money so they went here. College friends are different, Idris thought. Although their clothes were simple but it did not mask the scent of their wealth.

"Okay Idris."

"I'm buying this for your mom." Rindang pointed to a display that read Be the Energy You Want to Attract.

"Khalisa, are you here?" Azfan came with a smile blooming, from a distance he could not see the figure of Khalisa because it was blocked by other visitors. "Rindang and Jason too."

"Azfan, I read the chat on the grub he said you appointed Kak Hasan to join the training program for Qori' and Qori'ah to Turkey, so you come?" Khalisa wanted to ask Azfan that but he was embarrassed to ask through the message, he had more courage to ask directly to the person.

"Inshaa Allah I'm coming." After thinking all night, Azfan finally approved the program. Although now he is busy with the activities of this festival but he will still divide his time to join the program. Azfan had also asked his friend Idris from Bantul to look after the store as he went to Turkey. Azfan does not know since when he likes to be preoccupied by activities like this because he used to only continue to work after college. But now Azfan is grateful for being given the opportunity to do other things outside of work.

"May all be well and bring blessings." Khalisa prayer for Azfan, he was going to seduce Azfan if indeed the man did not want to come along. But Azfan now has more confidence after entering the race some time ago.

"Aamiin, thanks Khalisa, uh sorry Mas, can you keep your distance?" Azfan reached out his hand asking one of the male visitors who was close to coming into contact with Khalisa.

Khalisa was surprised, he slightly retreated to make room for the visitor. He moved to nearby Rindang who was still busy choosing a display to put on Jason's house.

"Azfan, may you ask for help, this is a lot of his display that must be brought along Khalisa just as I still want to walk to the end there," Rindang put on a pinched face, "please put this in Khalisa's car."

"Godly." Azfan smiled broadly at Rindang's expression, "where is the parking lot."

"There!" Rindang pointed to one of the parking lots not far from there. "Love the key Sa." He elbowed Khalisa's arm to give Azfan his car keys immediately.

"Is it really okay?" Khalisa hesitated if he had to ask Azfan to put everything he and Rindang bought into the car.

"There's no way you're gonna take this way here, are you?"

"Yes, thanks Fan." Khalisa gave Azfan his car keys.

While Azfan put the display that Rindang and Khalisa had bought, the owner continued along Malioboro road. The craft on display is nothing that does not attract attention. Even if Rindang can take them all to the apartment. Unfortunately, this is not possible because the apartment is full. Unlike the Khalisa apartment which is very neat and orderly, there are no items scattered.

"Mas Negapain?"

Azfan was surprised to hear the voice of someone behind him when he just put the display owned by Rindang and Khalisa. Azfan found Kafa in front of him with a glance.

"I put his stuff Khalisa same Rindang." Answer Azfan.

"Oh, this is Ce Khalisa's car, right?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Where's the guy?"

Azfan also does not know where Khalisa now is because he came here to put the display.

"Try your phone, I don't know where Khalisa is now."

"Surely you're still familiar, aren't you?"

"You mean, I can't be familiar with Khalisa and Rindang?" Azfan frowned even his eyebrows were almost in chains.

"Not that time I was clear, I just ask you to think twice about approaching my Cece, is my sentence unclear?"

Azfan returned Kafa's sharp gaze, perhaps at that time he could understand if Kafa said that to him. But now Azfan can't just stay.

"I even thought a thousand times about approaching Khalisa, I'm not one to be convinced of anything and I appreciate you as Khalisa's cousin but my answer remains the same, I will fight for Khalisa."

Khalisa was glued behind his car hearing the conversation of Kafa and Azfan, he closed his mouth in surprise. Khalisa never thought that Kafa would talk to Azfan like that.

"Kafa, are you here?" Khalisa finally showed himself, he did not want to hear what sentence Kafa would say next. He also did not intend to eavesdrop because the goal here is to take a hat in the car because the sun was so hot even though it was afternoon.

"Khalisa, here's your car keys." Azfan gave Khalisa the key.

"Sorry, thank you Fan."

"Sama-sama, if that's why I went back to the stand." Azfan immediately withdrew from there, inwardly wishing that Khalisa had not heard his conversation with Kafa just now.

"Cece's been standing there a long time?" Kafa asked nervously.

"Fun to hear your conversation even if not all." Khalisa opened the door and took the white hat in the passenger seat and put it on. "You ever talked to Azfan, why didn't you tell Cece?" Khalisa looked at Kafa straight.

"I don't mean anything, I just don't want Cece to be the wrong person."

Khalisa frowned and folded his hands in front of his chest, "Cece isn't that nanya."

"Yes, when Cece recommended Mas Azfan's shop to me, I'll be there tomorrow, and because there's a second chance, I'll ask why you guys deket."

"Continue?"

Kafa is unable to continue his sentence, however he will still be wrong in front of Khalisa. Kafa has no other intent unless he wants something that is best for Khalisa especially a life partner.

"You're saying you don't want Cece deket to be the wrong person, what kind of person do you think you are?"

"Ci!" Kafa pulls Khalisa's arm so they stop talking about this, he doesn't want to argue with Khalisa.

"Why, you can't like that anymore, a person's happiness is not seen from their wealth but how we are grateful for the blessings God gives. Kafa you should know that Azfan is the first man to make Cece fall in love and Cece will make him the last, please respect this decision." Khalisa took off Kafa's hand which held his robe arm.

Kafa was stunned to hear Khalisa's sentence, he did not even dare to look at Khalisa's departure because he was too surprised.