Not Planned Love (R3)
113. Jarrah
113. Jarrah
“Then the twins were born here, and now his son will soon have a baby.”
Keevano smiled kindly in response. Their arrival to Ankara was very warmly welcomed by the family of the father of Arkia—istri Keevano. They are served with refreshing drinks and delicious filling food. Given the best place to rest, also treated very warmly. So did they welcome Arsyad and Kara.
“Yara, I stay out for a while.”
Arsyad said that the flat object in his pants pocket vibrated for the umpteenth time. Ask permission from his wife.
They are currently talking to the Malik— family, who are close relatives of their grandparents.
“There's a call from Aroon, yes?” The beautiful pregnant woman turned her head and said. Since then he was indeed spoken to continuously by the daughter of the Malik family.
“Hm.”
“Ya. Yanda just talk outside if it is very important.”
Arsyad. He then touched the back of the wife's hand, and asked her permission to go to the others. Seems like it's true, Aroon called repeatedly. Because no one dares to call repeatedly, if one time not received by Arsyad An-nass Senopati Az-zzioi. Except Diano Aroon Dee Prameswari aka Aroon.
“As’salamualaikum, Brother.”
“Wa’alaikumsalam. What's up?” arsyad asked as the phone line was picked up by Aroon across the street. Arsyad has now gone outside, pulled out of a chat involving three members of the Radityan family and the Malik family.
“Sorry to interrupt Brother's time, I just want to remind, because my message is not read-read with Brother.”
“What is it?”
“Try check email Abang, there are several soft copy reports that you should check.”
“Hm. Fine, I'll check email soon.”
“If you are busy with other work, check the email later tonight. Just do not forget to give a correction.”
“Hm.”
Arsyad responded briefly, then the phone line went off after they finished the conversation. Not feeling good if lingering outside, Arsyad was just about to go back inside when a lump of orange animal fur with greenish eyeballs approached at his feet.
“From where the beloved animal of His Majesty this one,” said Arsyad while lifting the animal. He also painstakingly rubbed the kitten's hair dirty because it was exposed to dust. “Have you lost your way to go home, O beloved animal of His Majesty?”
The animal that will take us to heaven, but the animal itself does not enter heaven, seems happy to be in the protection of Arshad.
The animal is an animal that is very liked by the Prophet shalallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam. Even the Prophet told him to love the animal, because if someone abandoned the animal, he would get the punishment of hell.
“You're really lost, huh?” Arsyad spoke again to the orange-haired animal, as if the cat could respond through sound or movement.
The angora-type cat then meowed a little, as if to say something to Arsyad. However, Ashad did not understand the meaning. Arsyad was even anxious to see the behavior of the animal. If his wife sees, the woman who is two-bodied will certainly be excited. Or did Arsyad just bring this furry animal into the house?
But what if the owner looks for it? Later the kitten was not found because it was in the house.
Not yet found the answer to the choice, suddenly the voice of someone seemed to enter the senses of hearing Arsyad. The sound came from the front of the fence.
“Jarrah? Where are you, son?”
As if knowing if the name that was calling was his name, the cat in Arsyad's sling seemed to groan, then meow with a loud enough voice. Arsyad pulled one corner of his lips. He's comforted.
“So your name is Jarrah?”
Meow
Meow
“Jarrah means ship. Suitable name for adorable cats like you.”
Meow
Meow
“If it's your owner's right, then welcome.” Arsyad sends the cute Jarrah back to the ground. However, instead of leaving, the cat even felt at the feet of Arsyad. “What's Jarrah? Don't you have to go home soon? Your mother is looking for.”
Meow
Meow
“Jarrah?”
Arsyad who was just about to say, instantly jacked up. Staring in one direction, namely on a fence made of piles of stones that have been arranged in such a way, then decorated with vines in the form of vines. There a woman with a pair of blue eyeballs was standing— was staring at him anyway. Unplanned beforehand, eye contact was created between them. Between dark black and blue eyeballs that are as clear as the ocean. The eye contact occurred in the blink of an eye, before the two of them both threw their eyes away in any direction while beristigfar.
“Jarrah,” call women dressed syar’I and very closed it. He only showed a small part of his face. “Come home, Jarrah.”
Arsyad looked down, staring at the hairy animal still at his feet. “Go home Jarrah.”
Meow
Meow
“Your owner is waiting,” added Arsyad.
“Jarrah, come, Nak.” The woman returned to her voice with a small voice, but with a clear articulation in her hearing.
Because Jarrah did not respond, Arsyad then decided to reach for the furry animal. He then brought Jarrah to his owner.
With no eye contact between them, Arsyad dropped Jarrah outside the fence. Near the owner, so that the owner of Jarrah can immediately take it.
“Thank you,” said owner Jarrah, sincere. “Sorry if Jarrah troubles you.
“Sama-sama. Jarrah don't trouble anyone,” reply Arsyad.
There was a different atmosphere when talking to the owner of Jarrah. Arsyad felt the owner of Jarrah reminded him of the Mother. The difference is that the owner of Jarrah has blue eyeballs as clear as the ocean, while the mother has clear and clear eyeballs. If you are asked beautiful or not? Arshad will answer if every woman on earth is beautiful. Beautiful is also often said to be relative, depending on the point of view of the person judging.
“Then I leave with Jarrah.”
“Hm.”
“One more time thank you.”
Arsyad nodded with his gaze still staring in any direction. Gadhul bashar's. As a response Arsyad then gave a short dehumanization. When he heard the footsteps away, then Arsyad wanted to take his eyes off.
“Masya Allah, the woman reminded mother,” muttered Arsyad when he saw the back of the woman who has blue eyeballs getting smaller and away.
Arsyad turned around, then stepped back to enter the house. Until he saw an object glittering, then picked it up.
“Jarrah.”
Call Arsyad when reading the name listed on a sparkling object that seems to be part of the identification tag attached to Jarrah. Flipping over the glittering object, Arsyad found a string of sentences written in Arabic. If interpreted, it more or less means like this, “Jarrah—name that is trusted will be able to bring the owner sail to a more pleasant world.”
“Arti good name,” salute Arsyad. “Hopefully Jarrah did take his owner sailing to a more pleasant world.”
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Response 30-09-22
