Married to a Prospective-in-Law

it could be joking too

Until finally there was a voice that surprised me, the voice was the voice of the person who was cold like in the North Pole. Uh too much anyway. Well anyway that's it.

"Wait who?" Ask her without looking at me. I also did not answer and continued to play the phone that was in my grasp, because I felt it was not for me.

"Have ears, did you?" Her question came back in an annoyed tone.

"I'm sorry I said the same?" Show me to myself.

"Yes who else is only you who are here" he said in a sewot tone, flicking the file that is in his grasp.

I felt strange because it turned out that he could also be upset and this was the longest sentence.

"Di asked even bengong "he said brought me back from the mind that glares somewhere.

"You better get in because there will be a strong storm" he said as he stepped inside the cafe again without listening to my answer.

"I'd like to know where there is a storm at least just raining for a moment" said I who only heard by me, because only I myself who was in front of this cafe.

But the long wait for rain has not subsided and is getting heavier and even accompanied by increasingly strong winds.

I just remembered the cold man's words

"would there be a storm? " Tell me in my heart.

I started to get scared and went back into the cafe because there is no way that soon I will be able to go home.

Arriving at the cafe I went straight to the musholla room because I had been to the ablution place first.

Until there I was surprised to hear the chanting of the holy Quran which is not so melodious but very pleasant to hear. My memory goes directly to Mas Hara who until now I have never heard the recitation of the Koran verse. I have asked him several times, but it was as if he had prepared an answer and if not he would have been able to divert the conversation so that I forgot myself.

After finishing the prayer, the rain had not subsided, I continued by reading a little verse of the Qur'an.

But until the time I finished with my reading the rain had not stopped with its speck that seemed not satisfied wetting the earth.

In order to kill time I intend to tell my mother that I will be late home and also play the phone while waiting for the rain to subside, yes waiting for the umpteenth time but it turns out my phone in a state of death may run out of power.

I'm afraid my mom and dad are worried about me because there's no news from me. For that I immediately came out after hanging the mucus and put it back to its original place.

I intend to borrow Rina's mobile phone which is an employee who already knows me.

But apparently he did not enter work today because he had to take his son to the hospital because of a fever.

With a lethargic face I sat back down where we had been with the Moon and wished that father and mother would not worry about me even if there was no news from me.

"Not coming home yet?" the voice surprised me and it turned out to be a cold man earlier and he was already sitting in front of me and whatever was with my eyes, I felt that he was getting more handsome. What the hell is wrong with my mind.

"eh not yet mas, my phone turned lowbat and had not been able to tell people home" I said this time without any irritation because I feel I have friends in a place where at this time there are only employees who are busy with their respective tasks

"want to borrow my phone, but the pulse is changed" he said in a joking tone and I was stunned by it because there was also a sense of humor.

"can you please?" ask me enthusiastically

I also received a hand containing the phone. And immediately type your number there.

"hallo, assalamualaikum...