Tafakur Love Mualaf

Jealous

Fiha wiped his tears, he immediately went to the office room. Plans to register him, with a transfer letter as well.

"Oh, it turns out to be from Spain." said a lecturer.

"That's right." replied Fiha.

"Well, I'll keep your data. Now, please fill in the answers on this paper." The lecturer gave a question of testing.

"Well sir." replied Fiha.

After a few minutes of testing, Fiha finally finished working on it. Fiha walked out of the room, and the eyes of all the men were on him. Simple makeup, red cheeks blush, with skin as white as milk. Fiha's stunning appearance, made some people lower their gaze. There were also those who nudged his friend's arm, and continued to pay attention to Fiha.

"It's really pretty uy."

"Bening guys, which department is that?"

"Never seen him."

"New students like her."

Hasbi only saw the men praising him, while Hasbi kept quiet. What can it be to be with Fiha, whereas now there are still different beliefs. It still needs a process, to take her slowly. Fiha approached Hasbi, along with Aqila's footsteps. The eyes of Fiha and Aqila looked at each other.

"He who's Hasbi?" Fiha and Aqila asked, simultaneously.

"He's my friend." Hasbi replied.

"You said you weren't close to any woman." Again, the two of them spoke simultaneously.

"Indeed not close, just friends." replied Hasbi.

"Hasbi, I heard the Ar-Rahman boarding school fire. Do you want to come, to raise funds?" ask Aqila.

"God willing, I will also invite the campus to do a loving gesture." replied Hasbi.

"Chairman BEM is kind, I know that. Always set aside money, to help others." praise Aqila.

"It's everyone's help too" Hasbi replied.

"Hasbi, I want to contribute." said Fiha.

"Yes, I can." replied Hasbi.

Fiha opened his bag, then gave him the money. "This is the money."

Hasbi. "Thank you."

"Hasbi, can I join your convection?" ask Fiha.

"May." answered Hasbi briefly.

He immediately stepped up his legs, to enter the classroom. Aqila also followed him, as they were unidirectional.

”Loving you is my secret, but also my inner awareness. That woman, seems like one of the reasons you avoided me. His position is much stronger than mine. Where could you be with me Hasbi, we just have different beliefs.” Inner Fiha.

"Hey, where's the transfer student from?" ask Ali.

"Blowjob from Spain" replied Fiha.

"Oh that, can dong Spanish" said Ali.

"It could be dong, but not all of it hhe." replied Fiha chuckling.

The lecturer looked towards Fiha and Ali. "Later to meet him."

"Yes sir." they answered simultaneously.

The teacher continued his studies in front of the class. Describe complex material, around company reports. Fiha actively asked, even though he had just entered that day. While on the other hand, Aqila helped Hasbi raise donations. Aqila was also a member of BEM, so she helped the chairman.

"Hasbi, you and Fiha know since when?" Aqila wanted to know.

"It's been a long time" replied Hasbi.

"If he's with me, who's longer?" ask Aqila.

"What's the point of discussing this" Hasbi replied, trying to avoid.

"Okay, I'm sorry I said so much" Aqila said.

"Yes, it's okay" Hasbi replied.

Fiha walked with Ali, he saw Hasbi and Aqila being together. He just wanted to avoid it because he didn't want to be jealous. Suddenly Ali prevented him from leaving, intending to introduce Fiha to his friend.

"Fiha, I want to see my friend. You don't go, you go too." take Ali.

"It looks like I have some important business." replied Fiha.

"For a moment, that's my friend." Ali pointed at Hasbi and Aqila.

"You're late, unfortunately I already know." replied Fiha.

Fiha immediately threw his face away, as Hasbi turned towards him. She thought Hasbi loved Aqila, and wanted to marry her.

”Women in hijab earlier, really look like Hasbi. He is also everywhere Hasbi is. Why would I

got to get back here, with a purpose for him. We've been friends since childhood, it's only natural that I like her.” Inner Fiha.

Accidentally, Fiha saw a woman in the shar'i hijab. He was alone in the corner of the wall, while reading the Surah of Ar-Rahman with full of passion. In a quiet place, Fiha could listen to him.

"I wonder, why does Islam pray five times? Then they read the thick book. But it's delicious, ears to hear." Fiha began to be amazed, and felt interested to know.

Instantly he sat on a chair, aloof lonely befriending. He remembered his mother and father who had left.

"Mommy, Daddy, if you had. I'm definitely not this sad, there's nowhere to lean." Fiha lowered his head, shedding tears.

Suddenly, someone gave him a tissue. Fiha raised his head, and looked at Hasbi's figure. Fiha took the tissue, and wiped his tears.