Red Hooded Girl

The arrival of Fahri Part 2

“Maybe Tea, because I did not ask his name Teh.”

“My friend where is it?” ask Mimin.

“Wait in lobby, Tea.”

“Please say wait a minute. Keep telling me to sit down first.”

“Siap Tea.”

Mimin glanced at the wall clock right in front of his desk. At 11:30, the sign of soon is rest. He cleaned up his work, so that later it can be continued after the break. After everything was done, he went to the lobby to meet Fahri.

Arriving at the lobby he saw Fahri sitting. And his gaze failed to focus on the black scraped plastic bag that Fahri was carrying.

“Fahri..”.

Fahri who was originally bowed then raised his face and stood up. “Assalamualaikum, Min,” reply.

“Waalaikum greetings,” Mimin replied.

Mimin landed his ass on the elegant sofa of the lobby, followed by Fahri who also sat in his original place. Opposite of Mimin.

“What's Fahri?” ask Mimin.

“Sorry if my arrival interferes with your work,” Fahri said.

“It's okay. Not bothering you. Soon time to rest,” reply Mimin.

“I want to talk to you for a minute?” fahri asked, looking at Mimin.

Mimin. “Can.”

“Emm... What would you like to talk about? Job or schedule of study?” ask Mimin.

“About personal things.” Fahri looked at Mimin. “Where do we talk? Public places that do not cause slander,”.

“We go to private lobby only.” Mimin. “Mari..”

Fahri also stood up and walked behind Mimin. Mimin walked towards the private lobby which was located deeper inside. This place is commonly used to receive clients, have light discussions with clients and so on. While the main lobby where they were sitting was in front, facing the reception desk. A place to receive general guests. If you talk about personal things there certainly will not be a personal thing anymore because of the back and forth of people.

“Please sit, Fahri,” Mimin said.

“Thank you,” reply Fahri. His eyes circled the whole room. This place is indeed suitable for talking personal things like its purpose. The room is open but quite far away with the bustle of the busyness of these office employees.

Fahri stared in amazement at the sofa he was going to sit on. Elegant luxury sofa with predominantly gray and black color. And was even more amazed when he landed his ass on that luxurious sofa. Feels soft and comfortable. Unlike the blue butut sofa in the living room of his house. When can I buy a rich sofa like this at home. Farah Tea and Fitri Tea would be happy if the butut sofa in the house was replaced with this sofa. His inner.

And he smiled as he imagined Caca, Baim and Alif his little nieces jumping on the couch.

“Ehem... “ Mimin cleared his throat because he did not know what to say when he saw Fahri standing stunned looking at the sofa. Mimin was sitting on the sofa.

Deheman Mimin surprised him from the daydream about the sofa. And he immediately sat down to follow Mimin.

“Oya, Fahri last night how was Opi? He really nginep at his friend's house?” ask Mimin.

“Oh yes. I want to tell you about Opi first. Last night I did not accidentally meet Opi,” said Fahri. Then he fell silent because he thought whether to tell him about the gripping event last night experienced by Opi.

“Then.. “ said Mimin because Fahri was silent yet to continue his sentence.

“Then I offered to take him home. But Opi refused because he wanted to stay at his friend's house,” said Fahri. He decided not to tell me about the gripping incident. Let it be an eternal secret between him and Opi. No one needs to know, let alone his family because of the worry of causing excessive anxiety.

“Are you sure Opi is okay and right at his friend's house?” ask Mimin.

“Haqul sure because I delivered it to his friend's doorstep. And Opi promised to go home in two days he said, ”ujar Fahri.

“Thank you Fahri.. because you have delivered Opi,” said Mimin.

“Sama-sama,” reply Fahri.

“Min... “

“Yes... “

“I can ask?”

“Bby.”

“From the news I heard... he said... You're married?”

“I'm sorry. I'm a cowardly man. L'm... Can I honestly express my feelings?” fahri asked, looking at Mimin.

Mimin.

“You believe about love?”

Mimin.

“I believe that the feeling of love is actually from God. Love is like a spring that always flows freshness to a thirsty soul.

My mistake is not being able to take care of and care for him to grow well.

Though Rosul once said, ‘If someone loves his brother should tell him that he loves him.’ (HR Abu Dawud and Tirmidhi).

And I couldn't do it, because I didn't have the confidence to say it. Only rely on the power of prayer without effort.

Too insecure with gaps between us.”

“Sorry... What gap is Fahri?” ask Mimin who disagrees with the last sentence Fahri said.

“Social gap between us. You know how my family is. And how I.”

“About material? About treasure?” Mimin looked at Fahri.

Fahri.

“Astagfirstulloh... You know how I am, right Fahri? And how is Abah? We never look at people from material, property, work or anything,” said Mimin.

Fahri fell silent.

Mimin stared hard at Fahri. “Your thoughts and assumptions about me and my family are seriously wrong!!” mimin said riled.

“I'm sorry, Min.”

“You must not apologize to me. Instead you apologize to yourself, to your heart that you have hurt yourself,” said Mimin.

Fahri nodded.

“And if I may give advice,” Mimin stopped his speech for a moment.

Fahri looked at Mimin. “Bby, just say.

Mimin stared at Fahri “Other times throw away your insecure feelings. You should be proud of yourself that you are a great person who has reached at some point that maybe other people who you consider to be more fortunate in material terms will not be able to reach the point that.”

“Because God never sees looks, luxury and beauty. It is not just the amount of good we do. But God judges the heart. On what basis do we do it.” Mimin paused his words. “That's one of the tausiah from Ustaz Fahri that I remember,”.

Fahri laughed heartily. How humiliating. Tausiah is for himself 

“I don't know your husband yet. But whoever he is. I hope he is a good man who will make you happy. May your household sakinah mawadah warahmah. Amin,” prayer Fahri sincere. She does not know who Mimin's husband is. Because when I asked Opi last night, Opi did not answer her question, instead she cried more and more.

“Thank you for that.”

“Oya Min, I bought a hodgepodge of your favorite Inul Tea.” Fahri thrust a plastic package of black crackle that had been brought earlier. “To be yes,” to be.

Mimin smiling. “Thank you, Fahri. I must have eaten. I love the hodgepodge of Inul Tea,” he said.

“You better ask your husband's permission first. If your husband allows and ridho, then you eat yes. I don't want to sin because of your husband's insanity.”

“Iya, Ustaz. If I'm tausiah I call Ustaz ya,” joke Mimin.

Fahri.

“Ya already then I'm sorry first. Assalamualaikum.”

“Waalaikum greetings.”

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Double up, in Like both yes. Maacih😊's.