The Halal Love
20
“Kak Nis, there are waiting in the room Mulaqot.”
Nisa was still halfway teaching tajwid when a santriwati came to him to tell him that there was someone waiting for her in the Mulaqot room.
Who visits during study hours like this?
Usually, those who come to visit are parents or relatives of students who want to visit their children. But most of them will visit on holidays only. This is because Pesantren does not receive visits other than on holidays, unless there is an urgent matter.
And there are those who seek themselves. Usually when the parents of the santri who come will find Abinya, Ustadzah Hidayah for the guardianship of the daughter santri, and Ustadz Gafur as the guardianship of the son santri.
Nisa stepped into the Mulaqot room, when she arrived at the door, the girl paused when she saw someone sitting sweetly smiling at her.
Nisa approaching. His heart was unable to compromise. The girl recited in her heart even to the point of reciting the verse of the chair. “What do you need?” Ask directly.
Samuel mesam mesem not clear, “Anu, want to collect answers.
” The man who usually looks dignified because of his firm and stubborn character, now stands shy because of the groggy feeling that dominates him.
Samuel does not know for sure what the reason is to go to Pesantren today. It seemed like the alibi wanted to charge a promise not strong enough to convince the bottom of his heart that it was what he really wanted. After thinking dozens of times, and being busy at war with his own thoughts, he decided to visit Nisa. And here he is now, in Mulaqot's room with a girl who has been in control of his mind for the past few days.
“I'm not sure why you're here just for that.” Realizing that her words sounded ambiguous, Nisa again added, “I mean, I think your request yesterday was just a small talk.”
Samuel was silent for a moment before responding to Nisa. “You should now believe that my request yesterday was not just a pleasantries, because the proof I came all the way here.” Samuel spun Nisa's words and returned them to the girl.
Nisa did not show any reaction, looking calm as usual. Though since then dzikir never broke he murmured in his mind. “Good. I've decided.”
Nisa's sentence just now was like a surprise given suddenly. Samuel who had been looking down immediately raised his head in curiosity. “So?”
“I'll teach you.”
For a moment Samuel felt that his arrival at the Pesantren was only a dream in broad daylight. Maybe he was asleep, and before going to bed he was remembering Nisa, so he was carried away by a dream. The man pinched his arm so hard that he complained to himself. Makes Nisa shocked.
“Why?”
Samuel just shook his head, like a fool. He looks cengo. Faded was the soul of his idealism and charismatics before Nisa. For some reason since he first met her, Samuel always seemed like a fool . His mind always suddenly stagnated when faced with the girl. In short, Nisa stole her wits.
But miraculously, he actually looks more as it is, without the need to install any imaging so that he looks perfect.
“Can I ask for your phone number?”
Nisa mentioned a few digits of the number that Samuel directly copied to her phone.
“Thank you.” Sincerely speaking.
Nisa nodded, “That's my Abiku's phone number, if there's a need you can call her. He will tell me later.”
This Nisa is really playing tricks on him, Samuel thought. In fact, he gave Samuel his number and lightly told him to call the number when necessary. There he will be recited verses and long sermons that beat the length of the two-day prayer sermon. That girl is truly unique.
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Samuel was helping his mother fry Fish when Harris suddenly walked into the kitchen. “Where is your romance problem? Have you got a replacement for Alila?”
Hearing the name was called Samuel stiffened. Not because he still loved her, but the hatred that was burning in his chest.
“In addition to shadows and memories, a similar past gray to be left.” Samuel muttered the word while his hand was still jelly flipping the fish in the frying pan.
Harris chuckles, “Since when did you become a poetic being? Want to be the next Fiersa Besari lo, yes?”
Samuel ignores Harris, knowing that his brother only wants to get attached to him. It's taken, her mind.
Mama went into the kitchen with a bunch of fresh petai. “Today we party.” Excited speech.
Because his three sons are boys, it is natural that in the kitchen he is only a woman. Deftly his hands separate the skin of the petai from the seeds and wash it clean. Samuel and Harris just laughed at the behavior of his mother who still looks expressive at his age which is arguably no longer young.
With clever Mama began to mix the spices of stews that are so appetizing, until the aroma spread everywhere. “Sam, Mama denger Alila back again, yes?” While stirring the petai, Mama asked carefully to Samuel.
Samuel fell silent. As expected, Alila would do this. He must have called Mama.
“He contact Mama?”
Her mother shook her head, “Two days ago she came here.”
Samuel gripped the sodet in his hand firmly. Even Mama was worried that if the sodet was broken. “He said what?” Samuel's face changed.
“He told Mama to persuade you to make it back to him.”
Samuel's patience. The man put the sodet down violently and sauntered away from the kitchen.
Samuel was anxious to see that his call had not been answered by someone on the other side. At the sound of the last call, a woman's voice was heard.
“Halo.”
“Gue has told you, don't come in my life again! Never bother the people around me with that medusa lo face! We're over, even when I don't know your rot. You betrayed me so easily, then hoped to return the same way? Heh.
” Samuel smiling bitterly. “Why do you want to go back to me? Is it over the men who queue in your bed? And now you want to make me as one of the men who want to do it? Don't dream!” Samuel cut off the phone unilaterally.
Sarcase. Was Samuel's speech too harsh? Even for him that sentence was nothing compared to the betrayal he received. His heart had been filled with a sea of emotions that were hard to sort. There were flashes of anger and wounds implied at once in the eyes of the man. For him Alila is just the past or equivalent of a nightmare that he must get rid of if he does not want to be mentally disturbed.
