My Halal Lover

Chapter 31

Today Ospek is over. At four o'clock in the morning, we should have been on campus for congregational dawn prayers. It turns out Ospek wasn't as scary as I thought. Everything went well. No hazing at all. We just sit standing up repeatedly, sometimes singing, and watching the performance of each unit of student activity.

The clock shows at 15:25 p.m. I walked with my new friend to the faculty musollah.

Drrrttt drrttt

My hape reads. I'll make sure it's from Farhan. Indeed, only Farhan who calls every meal, prayer hours, and certain hours.

My Hubby📞's

"Assalamualaik."

"Marabalog . Where are you? Must be a prayer bell ? Your prayers have not been answered to me. It was very kangen. "

I giggled amusedly at Farhan's statement . Basic abege labil.

"Yeeee, even ngetawain husband . Sin knows!"

"You can be funny, baby. I Miss you too "

Spontaneous Abrin and Fatiya who were on my left right stopped his steps.

Oops! Stupid Fiana !!! I forget. They don't know that I'm married. They must have thought that no .

"Ehhh, um... Yes, yes first. Just call again. Assalamualaikum."

The tuuttt!

"Astagfirullah Fiana, you know the word of Allah: And do not approach adultery . Indeed, adultery is a heinous deed, and a bad path" said Abrin as I turned and looked at the two of them.

"Yes Fiana . I know . At our age, the temptation is so great to date. But, we as women should still be able to maintain the heart and honor as a woman. Don't let God be angry." Fatiya rubbed gently on my shoulder. They are sometimes silly, but instantly so wise.

"Eh ... Anu, no. I'm not fornication."

"Remember, adultery is many. Zina eyes, zina hearts, zina hearing. " Fatiya smiled very sweetly .

"So, who just called?" Abrin raised one eyebrow. He's like interviewing a big criminal.

"Eh... emm... that... anu... what's the name?"

"Fiana, please yes...."

"That's Farhan mas."

"No, he's that ...."

"Oh, come on, fiana, hunt! No more adhan nih" said Abrin began to growl.

"Yes, it's Fiana. If you don't want to tell a story, it doesn't matter. We just want to remind you. Don't get close to zina. We realize it's your personal problem. Sorry for our stupidity."

fatiya hugged me, followed by Abrin's embrace.

Oh my God, I feel guilty for hiding this from my friend.

"She's my lover" I said softly in their arms that instantly slipped away. Spontaneously they looked at me in disbelief, then smiled gently.

"Fiana you..."

"He's my lover, my halal lover ."

I smiled wryly. Yes, there is nothing I can hide in starting this friendship. They should know my status. They just stared at me confused.

"Come, Abrin fatiya, later we miss the congregational prayer." I pulled the arms of my two best friends towards the musollah.

"You owe us an explanation" they said.

I laughed at their behavior.

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"Darling, kangen..." Whine Farhan from across there.

"Oh, my goodness, my mother! This day even my phone never stopped ringing. And all calls are from you alone . And now, say kangen again? it's even been a week ."

"Hahaha this is the one in kangenin ."

"What's? "

"Your noisy mouth, hahah"

"Maasss"

"Eh, you can't be angry with your husband, sin!"

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