The End of the Waiting

Seek

“Why Mara?”

Amara regained her senses and turned her head back, her face flushed in embarrassment as she saw the man next to her looking at her strangely. He immediately shook his head slowly to answer that he was fine.

“Mas Akram can be here?” amara asked after being able to control herself.

“I happen to be waiting for an invitation. My car suddenly broke down ... there.” The man pointed across the street, there was a car parked on the shoulder of the road. “Mbak Mara herself What are you doing here?”

“Call me Mara only. No need to use mbak, I look very old,” said Amara while chuckling, hiding a sense of nervous whack.

Since coming out of the cottage, Amara's first close and talk to the opposite sex. While in the office there are indeed some of the opposite sex who often interact with him, but only limited to work.

“Good, Mara.”

Amara returned to her seat followed by Akram trailing behind her. Before he sat down he asked Amara for permission first.

“Only? Where is it from?” tanyanya circulated the view.

“Self, Mas. Coincidentally, I missed lunch so I finished it straight out for the stomach.”

Akram nodded and ordered a drink.

“Dine, Mas?” amara asked when the man had only ordered a drink.

“Neg. We ate just after meeting client.”

Amara nodded. He looked down and saw the watch that was coiled around his wrist. Almost three o'clock.

The atmosphere between the two seemed awkward. Amara did not dare to raise her gaze for fear of ignoring the creation of God in front of her, even with Akram who chose to look the other way.

Despite that both of them were able to feel the shakes in the chest that were so strong.

“I did not expect we could meet here with different circumstances.” After a moment of silence, Akram finally returned to say.

“We've met several times, Mara.”

Amara looked up, now fully she could see the face of the man in front of her who was so perfect.

“We met at Yusuf Ustadz Cottage several times, but we never spoke or greeted each other.”

Akram shook his head slowly. Disagree with the statement, as they have met before. However, he was sure the woman in front of him definitely did not remember him.

“We've met before. First time we met in Juanda when I accidentally hit you. The second we met in Bungkul Park, but you may not realize. Then the third new at Pondok Ustadz Yusuf,” clear Akram details.

Amara tries to unpack the old memory, looking for the sequence of events it recalls. After remembering it he nodded and smiled. “It's been a while, Mas. About a year ago.”

“True, it's been a long time but your face has been imprinted in memory since the first meeting.”

Uh!

Amara blinked her eyes repeatedly, convincing herself that her hearing was not wrong.

Why does the man always ignite the fire in his chest?

“Mas Akram, can't flirt. Remember we are not mahrom, said Umi Rahma can not, sin.” Amara replied while lowering her head, avoiding the handsome gaze of the man in front of her who was extremely dazzling.

Akram chuckled softly, he lowered his head, hiding a red hue on his cheek. His hands raised rubbed his chest while beristighfar without a sound.

“Sorry, Mara.”

Amara immediately got up and said goodbye first. He said there was still work to be done. He intends to pay for his order, but Akram rejects it and says he will treat it.

“Thank you, Mas. I say goodbye first. Assalamu’alaikum,” said Amara quickly went and disappeared from sight.

To Be Continue ....