Mahabbah Love Khalisa

56

Azfan's arrival was welcomed by other campus students and some lecturers who took pride in Azfan's victory. They even prepared flowers that were clad in Azfan's neck. They also feel the happiness of Azfan because of the title.

Azfan smiled broadly at them even though he was embarrassed to death and wanted this welcoming event to end soon. Azfan does not like to be the center of attention especially they praise it excessively. Though these champions Azfan can be not only because of himself but also their support and the will of God. Azfan didn't feel great just because of that champion.

From the 3rd floor Khalisa could see people crowding Azfan, the corner of his lips raised to form a smile. Azfan who used to be shy and always in hiding finally can now show himself that he is also able to scent the name of the alma mater.

"Don't worry, even if there are a lot of girls who hang out with Azfan, your name will still be called." Huma let out his wise words beside Khalisa, he also looked out the window at the crowd below.

"Call where?" Khalisa saw Huma for a moment.

"In a third of his nights and television interviews."

Khalisa held a smile back looking down there, Khalisa's stomach churned if given when Azfan mentioned his name at that time. Is this what you call a flying butterfly? it was just an imaginary butterfly but Khalisa clearly sensed their presence inside his stomach then urged it to the diaphragm and heart.

"So eyes, another fast." Huma warned Khalisa.

Khalisa immediately averted his eyes and cast away his shadow about Azfan. Although from the 3rd floor Khalisa could not see Azfan too clearly but he still turned his attention to the screen of his laptop. Khalisa tried to focus on his duties while Huma was engrossed in reading the Harry Potter and the Cursed Child novels which he had read hundreds of times.

"Even if not fasting, keep your eyes on." Khalisa said to himself.

"What are you not fasting?"

"fasting."

"Udah ah I don't want to talk about being thirsty."

Khalisa glanced at the wall clock above the classroom door, at 2 p.m. They no longer have classes but Khalisa still wants to be on campus to complete his assignments.

"Open what cooking fast?"

Khalisa glanced at Huma, he said he did not want to talk but not yet 5 minutes Huma had spoken. For sure it will be a routine question for Huma for the next 30 days.

"Your fridge is full so there is no need to be confused about what to cook." Yesterday Huma had been shopping up to two trolleys for groceries stock over the next few days. Cost children will definitely be confused every day for iftar food.

"If you?"

Khalisa also has not thought about what to cook for iftar, if there is no time then he will buy only.

Khalisa closed the laptop after sending his duties to the lecturer, he put the laptop in a bag and went to make Huma astonished. Even Huma had only read 3 novels.

"Coc?"

"Udah is done."

"I haven't finished reading."

"You're talking about how it's going to finish, we've been here an hour."

"Wait!" Huma shouted at Khalisa who was already in the doorway, he really did not lose even the slightest bit of energy despite fasting. Huma is getting more active.

They descended through the stairs to the parking lot where Huma's motorbike was located. Khalisa will ride on Huma to his apartment.

"Khalisa!"

Khalisa's steps stopped hearing someone's voice calling him. It sounded like Azfan's voice but it was impossible, Khalisa had just seen Azfan still on the main boulevard. After 10 days of not meeting for sure Khalisa no longer knows the voice of Azfan right?

"Called tuh, even dumb." Huma was astonished to see Khalisa was fixated in his place without looking at Azfan back there.

Khalisa heard Azfan's footsteps getting closer, because the campus was quiet he could clearly hear Azfan's shoes clashing with the ceramic floor of the corridor.

I'm not wrong, he's Azfan.

Khalisa looked stiff, he saw Azfan moving closer and closer. Khalisa spontaneously retreated as Azfan got closer, he did not want Azfan to hear the sound of his heart rumbling though of course it was impossible, only Khalisa could hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

"Azfan, congratulations, Lord, you have been blessed with an extraordinary voice by God." Khalisa finally got that word out.

"Thank you, Khalisa, this is for you and Huma." Azfan thrust two paper bags in green and one in red on Khalisa. "Titip is also for Leaf."

"Why did you bring me souvenirs, you came back here safely only we were happy." Khalisa gave a paper bag to Huma. Khalisa understood the red paper bag for Rindang because he peeked into it a little.

"I don't have a lot of money, so I can just take the cloth home for you."

"Thank you." Say Khalisa and Huma together.

"Sama-sama, if that's what I came back for, you guys want to go home too, right?"

They split up in the corridor, Khalisa and Huma headed for the parking lot while Azfan was about to go to the HAWASI secretariat room to meet Hasan and other senior members.

When arriving at the apartment Khalisa directly issued the contents of the paper bag given by Azfan, there is a mocca-colored pashmina with a beautiful gray motif. Khalisa stretched the pashmina and tried it and then set himself in front of the mirror.

"Good." The compliment. That would be the first pashmina motif he had because all his pashmina was plain. But a patterned hijab like this turned out to be good too.

Khalisa took off the pashmina and hung it in a special wardrobe with her hijab.

Khalisa cleaned himself before changing clothes with a home dress. He took a digital prayer beads and began whispering prophet's prayers while waiting for the ashar time. After the new ashar he will cook for iftar. Actually Renata wanted to use catering services for iftar but Khalisa refused because he could still cook simple food that would not take much time.

Khalisa's thumb movements stopped as well as his lips, he opened his eyes to hear the sound of the chant of verse 14 of Al-Baqarah's letter. The sound was so clear, was the mosque's loudspeaker new?

Khalisa stepped out onto the balcony of his room. For some reason the wind blowing in Ramadan feels different or this is just Khalisa's feeling.

"Mistake no mistake, it's Azfan's voice." Gumam Khalisa heard the voice of Qiro'ah from the mosque of Ulil Albab which was able to make his whole body rustle.

After a long time standing leaning against the balcony railing, Khalisa heard the shalawat tarhim that meant the ashar time was getting closer. So Khalisa went back to the room and put on a mukena. The days are just to wait for prayer.

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After establishing congregational prayers at the Ulil Albab mosque, Azfan returned to his new boarding place. Finally Azfan can find a new residence that is also not far from the campus is even better than the old cost. He is grateful that his calligraphy was sold during the art festival two weeks ago.

Azfan used the proceeds to donate to social parlors, buy calligraphy media and pay for housing. Partly for something that Azfan had intended for a long time but he had not dared to do.

Kirana, the mother of Azfan and Safa and Marwah had been waiting for Azfan at his new boarding place. They departed this morning from Bantul using public transportation because Azfan will return from Turkey.

"Assalamualaik." Azfan's greeting was immediately answered by three of his angels in there. He entered with a blooming smile seeing his mother and two younger siblings waiting for him.

"Mas, how long?" Marwah moved to embrace Azfan, meaning long time on campus.

"All the prayers in the mosque just now, Kak Hasan also asked Mas Qiro'ah before the adhan."

"May also use his Qiro'ah machine." Marwah sat on the living room sofa as well as Azfan.

"It would be good if we could recite the Qiro'ah every day, chanting the name of God that many could hear."

"But do you fast, how thirsty?"

Azfan, Kirana and Safa laughed at the youngest's innocent speech. Fasting is indeed holding back thirst and hunger if not thirst is questionable, is it unintentionally swallowing water during ablution?

"Mas, beautiful Marwah don't wear this hijab?" Marwah is wearing the hijab that Azfan brought from Turkey.

"Good, wear it on, Marwah is baligh." Azfan said softly.

Marwah only got her first period a moment ago then Azfan began to teach Marwah to Istiqomah close the aurat according to sharia. Adi has also been slowly giving understanding to Marwah to veil even though he said his friends are still many who have not veiled.

"God's Inshaa." Marwah replied, when Adi told her it felt like she wanted to find another reason to keep it off the hijab. But when Azfan said so, Marwah could not resist.

"Mas, where does Khalisa live?" Marwah looks out at the skyscraper that became the view of the boarding place.

"That's." Azfan pointed to the Khalisa apartment building which was clearly visible from here.

"I want to see Khalisa again." Safa.

"Tomorrow if there is a chance we meet Mbak Khalisa yes." Azfan.

"Why don't we take Mrs Khalisa to break her fast here?" Celtap Marwah's.

"Don't, later Madam Khalisa won't ah don't macem-macem ya." Azfan disagrees.

"Why Mas, Madam Khalisa said that the cuisine of Mother's delicious."

"We haven't returned to Bantul lo."

"You guys are there, tomorrow I try but do not promise Mbak Khalisa want ya."

"Will definitely." Sahut Safa and Marwah together.

Azfan looked at his mother and smiled faintly, he scratched his neck which was suddenly itchy. From where they got the idea to take Khalisa iftar here, Azfan just never thought that far.