Not Mahram
Chapter 11's
Door slowly knocking. Sofia who had been busy cleaning the house had to stop him for a moment. He walked towards the door and fell silent as soon as he opened the door.
A young man who he often met in the mosque even had time to help him by giving a shopping canvas bag some time ago is now in front of his eyes.
"Good morning, sorry to interrupt?" said the man was polite.
"Yes, Morning. Sorry what's wrong?"
The man was aware, Sofia looked doubtful and cautious of him. He also smiled friendly.
"Include me, I'm Farras. RT's head is here.."
"RT? Meanin?"
"The neighbor's shaman."
Sofia did not understand what it meant. Politely Farras tried to explain to Sofia.
"My point is that I as the head of RT have a duty of service to the community which is the responsibility of the Government, develop plans and implement development by developing aspirations and pure self-help of the community. Coordination between citizens, that's what it means."
"Oh so. Then please come in."
"No need, I'm outside."
So Farras sat on the terrace. Sofia awkwardly sat down and there was a small table between them.
"So here's how I get straight to the point. But I'm sorry, if I may know your name, what do I mean?"
"I'm Sofia."
"OK, Ma'am So-"
"Call a name. No problem."
Farras. "OK Sofia. Look, I'd like to ask you, sorry about earlier are you a new resident who just moved in?"
"Yes, I'm moving. Just a month.."
"Before from out of town?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Which city?"
Sofia fell silent. Of course he feels uncomfortable. She never understood the situation and the environment around her so that when faced with a situation like this, Sofia was reluctant to even get used to it. Moreover, to him Farras was a foreign man despite his handsome face.
"I'm sorry if my question made you uncomfortable" Farras said. "So this way, I as the head of RT here just want to convey to Sofia to immediately give a report to me as a new transfer citizen in this area. Mandatory report 1 x 24h."
"What am I reporting for?"
"For me to record your identity, Sofia. And so," Farras fell silent.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry is the man who lives here with you, his status is a husband?"
"No. Just friends.."
"Friends?" Farras was quite surprised. But he was not surprised because he could see that the woman in front of his eyes was a foreign citizen who might not have had strict rules like in his current residence.
"Yes, we're friends. Is there a problem?"
"Lookin Sofia. We live in Indonesia which has a rule not to allow between men and women who do not have marital status or siblings to live under the same roof."
"really? We used to be this way before. Why can't the reason be?"
"Because, if in religion and culture, of course this is prohibited. It is feared that both the adulterous couple and the pregnant woman are out of wedlock. Briefly explain it so."
Sofia forced him into her smile. Feeling bad is not even comfortable with the reality.
"Truly not free. Why is everyone here so at home?" sullen Sofia in heart.
"So my advice, if it pleases Sofia and her friend it would be nice to separate the house and not live in the same roof. It's not good to be a bargaining chip between people here."
Sofia looked at the man's departure. With uncertain feelings he finally decided to go to the publisher's office right now. He had to meet Daniel and talk about this important thing.
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"He just won physically. Tall body strapping tub model. Strict face. The look was so sharp. A little curly hair on the top of his head with his cheeks that grow a smooth sideburn adds to the impression that is increasingly visible Good looking. But honey, the nature and adab of the man is so zero."
Daniel laughs. It felt so laughable to read the scraps of the Author love script that he reread
"Ah, so how do you think his head is about a handsome man? Funny too.."
"About good men looking rich status, have everything but love to hurt women at will."
Daniel stared at his laptop screen without blinking. He rubbed his chin slowly.
"Is that one of her forms of hatred for love and men?"
Daniel laughs. "See, it's just a story. What matters is that the man isn't me."
The door opened wide loud and loud. Even the impact was so hard on the wall. Sofia came in angrily
"Awardell!"
"Why your face? I'm afraid.."
Angrily Sofia approached Daniel, even clutching the man's shirt collar. Daniel was surprised, Sofia was so close to him.
"Nearly a month after your return from out of town, you avoided me! I don't even live with me anymore. What's wrong with you? Huh uh?!"
"Can it be a little far? You're so close to me.."
"Ah, even now you really-"
"Don't get angry. You're so like a wife"
Geck! Geck!
"Excuse me-"
The breath was silenced by the sight that lay before him. An editor and a pimred, so close with no distance. Nafisah was waiting downstairs. But one of the employees allowed himself to go to his editor on the 2nd floor. But what Nafisah can currently, the editor was with the man he considered a ghost all along.
"Sorry to interrupt, then I'll wait outside."
Sofia hurriedly took her hand off the grip of Daniel's shirt and immediately distanced herself. The breath is gone. Sofia's sharp gaze turned to look at Daniel.
"Our business is not finished!"
Daniel looks at Sofia's departure. He sighed while fixing his shirt collar.
"Ciara, you're so troublesome.."
"But, the breath is so cold. Of course he won't mind me much less until he misunderstands me after this.."
Different from the current breath. Why was he so upset to see Daniel a few minutes ago. He was waiting in the editor room. The breath of smiling mockingly.
"Don't get angry. You are so like a wife " said Nafisah in a mocking tone.
"Cih, you crocodile. I have a wife still chasing me. She thinks I'll believe her?"
"Udah satan, another swindler! Once a fraudster is still a fraud!"
"There's nothing else I can trust about men and love on this earth except my father.."
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