The Halal Love
21
Nisa put down the pot containing rib soup just like that when she heard the sound of Aya crying from the direction of the room. The girl ran over.
“Iya darling, Ummah here.” Aya instantly fell silent as Nisa lifted her into the sling.
The toddler hugged Nisa tightly, as if Nisa was the center of her world that was nowhere to go. Nisa kissed Aya's head with great affection. Seeing this, Abi came to him.
“Nduk, here sit first. Abi wants to talk.”
Nisa nodded obediently then sat down on the side of the bed.
“You are already an old semester, soon busy with internships and thesis, should not Aya be deposited in the Foundation first?” Abi advises Nisa carefully, worried about offending her daughter.
“Show can be for time, Bi. God willing. Nisa also does not have the heart, if Aya's night is usually fussy.” The girl looked at Aya who was now sleeping back in her arms.
Mangosteen ashes. “Not mean Abi wants to separate you from Aya, it's just that you might not be able to continue forever with her.”
His Abyss speech made the oxygen supply in Nisa's chest suddenly narrowed.
“Why, Bi?”
“Later after marriage, your husband and husband's family are not necessarily willing to accept the existence of Aya.”
Nisa speechless. What's wrong Aya? Why should this innocent toddler always experience rejection in her life? A tear fell free from Nisa's eye.
“Whatever happens, Aya will stay the same Nisa, Bi.”
No one will ever separate themselves from Aya. Busyness should not be a reason for abandoning the favorite toddler. Especially weddings. Is marriage not a sacred bond? The bond should not have any adverse effects. Aya was like the eyes he used to see, the ears he used to hear, parting with her was tantamount to losing half of his world.
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Samuel wears black shirts, black jeans, black Adidas shoes, and a dark blue jeans jacket that already looks bulky because the color fades. All the black impression was melded with the interor design of Cafe Sweetness which is also dominated by brown and black. Sarah looked at Samuel incessantly. Several times whispered, “Fabiayyi alaa irobbikuma tukadziban.”
“Nis, you know who's talking to Samuel?” Sarah enthusiastically asked Nisa.
Nisa notices Samuel sitting on the corner bench of the cafe with a long haired nyentric woman painted reddish. They seem to be having a serious conversation.
“He public influencer same selebgram, Nis. Your time does not recognize. He is very famous paddahal in the world of perinstagraman. But tuh a girl like already have a boyfriend, because in her ig many posts are the same with that guy. Sam kept him ready, huh? Or maybe the affair again?”
Nisa swerving.
“Istighfar you, Rah. We're here to fill the stomach, not to ghibahin or interfere in people's affairs.” Nisa warned.
Sarah scratched her head wrapped in a hijab, “Iya also yes, why I so menggeliatin they both mulu, yes. Astaghfirullah, I'm in the process of moving on.”
Nisa chuckled, even she was shaking her head at Sarah's absurd attitude. To Nisa's knowledge, Sarah has decided to no longer admire Samuel. But on some occasions, the girl is still khilaf sometimes. If Nisa had told her about Samuel asking her to teach him the true religion, Sarah would have fainted from hearing it.
Nisa glanced at Samuel with the tail of her eyes, the man standing from his seat. Leaving the girl he was talking to alone. When Samuel turned around, Nisa was caught glancing at the man. Soon Nisa said something, until Sarah who was putting a burger in her mouth asked in wonder, “Why, Nis?”
Nisa shook her head, then drank the avocado juice in front of her in a quick sucking motion. After that, the girl tried to hide her face.
“Nisa. Didn't know we'd meet here.”
He was free to hide. In fact, Samuel approached him without sin.
“Iya, since you came the same girl who was cornered there.” The voice came from Sarah.
Samuel turned around, but then chuckled. “He's my coworker.” Evidently.
Nisa who had just been silent this time cleared the atmosphere. Samuel looked at him, “So what, Nis? Where can we start?”
Sarah who heard Samuel's words looked at Nisa with a curious look. Nisa believes, after this Sarah must immediately demand Nisa's explanation.
“Not yet I think.” Nisa find safe. But who would have thought, the shoulder of the man before him immediately sagged losing his spirit.
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“Happy to meet you.” The girl greeted Samuel with a sweet smile which Samuel replied with a short nod.
Today he was assigned to meet one of the famous public influencers who are planned to be invited by BEM Institute at the opening of the inaugural lecture.
The girl in front of him walked away after saying goodbye to Samuel. He observed the girl and the nyetrik clothes she was wearing. He even thought he was wrong. Given the face and style of dress the woman is much more suitable called beauty vlogger than an influencer.
Samuel turned to the parking lot, but for a moment his mind was fixed on Nisa who he had met in the cafe. Again the girl showed her unique charm. He found Nisa glancing at him with her tail. But it did not last long, because when he caught what Nisa was doing, the girl hurriedly hid her face. A smile rose from Samuel's lips. A girl who can't be guessed, she thought.
Samuel drove his motorbike through the streets of the capital. The man was going to Basecamp to discuss the agenda that will be carried out after the holidays, along with the remaining BEM colleagues.
Many members of BEM decided to return to their respective hometowns. Including Vika. The girl didn't even tell Samuel. Is it so comfortable in the village itself that it forgets the friends and work that are still left on the Campus?
Because of the return of Vika and some other members, Samuel and Fathur who did not have a hometown, had to take over the tasks that were not their responsibility. The two work together to fill the holiday time that is no different from ordinary days. Meet with proposals, prokers, files, and printing machines that never stop working.
Upon arriving at the Campus, Samuel immediately parked his motorbike in the parking lot in front of the Mosque, then rushed to visit Basecamp. When opening Baecamp's door, the scene that was first captured by his eyes was a girl who was busy typing somehow in front of the laptop.
“Vika?”
The girl was surprised. For a moment he stopped his activities.
“When you turn around?”
Vika again focused her attention on the laptop screen. “Burn. Free turns out, my soul at home but my mind here continues.”
Samuel chuckled, delighted to see his partner as usual. No longer like Vika who a few days ago is not clear. Without Vika, a lot of the work is not done on time. True said people, the existence of a person will be much more pronounced when someone does not exist. The vika is an important organ part of the BEM that cannot simply disappear. When that happens, then get ready for BEM to limp and experience chaos.
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