The Halal Love

36

Weather changes in Jakarta sky. Yesterday it was raining heavily, today it was incalculably hot. Samuel wiped the sweat off his face with the end of the futsal shirt he was wearing. Dahaga never lost he felt, even though it has been exhausted four bottles of mineral water since the game futsal began.

"Bro, the second half is starting again. Be prepared."

Samuel nodded. He finished the water in his last bottle. As soon as it ran out, he immediately ran into the field. Warming up to stretch his muscles.

Today a sports match held by TIMPARAGA club is underway. Samuel represents the faculty of Social Sciences. He has loved playing futsal since childhood. In fact, he always managed to become a champion and bring his team up to the national level matches.

The match began. Look how Samuel got the ball. He scrolls the ball, passes it, then dribbles towards the goal. The first kick was successfully fielded by the goalkeeper.

The cheers of the crowd dominated the futsal court. Add to that location. Among the crowd of cheers, the most obvious is the voice of Fathur. The man even followed Samuel's every move, shouting encouragingly. Many times he was reprimanded Vika because sometimes men scream beside his ears, until it felt like Vika's ears would budek only.

"Go Samuel go Samuel go!!!"

"Cayo Samuel, cayoooo!!"

"The spirit of imaaaam!!"

Among the dozens of performers, the average audience only cheered Samuel on. And don't forget, that the ones who scream like that are the girls who stand up on the sidelines.

"Here here, come here. Well, what I said. Samuel's fighting futsal." Sarah exclaims. The girl even ran from class to the Library only to find Nisa so that her best friend could see Samuel playing futsal.

"What the hell, Rah. It's a real rame lo." Nisa Protests.

"Suppose me once, for Samuel's sake. Go there, go forward. If he's writhing you're here, it'll be more upbeat." Excited speech.

Nisa shuddered amusedly at Sarah's behavior. Sometimes he thinks, his best friend is excess levels of agility, so that he can look full day energetic. Nisa almost never even saw Sarah look tired, slow, or not excited.

"Mission yes, mbak. This is Samuel's candidate to give me the same Samuel." Sarah was splitting the crowd of girls who were meintoning on the sidelines.

Nisa swerving. Sarah could have said that. Want to put where Nisa's face is now. Look, how the expression of the girls who are currently staring at Nisa with the gaze of 'Lo halu.' "Byeah, what the hell." Nisa nudged Sarah's arm which was only repelled by the girl. Nisa throws a nod as an apology to the girls whom Sarah cheered for comfort.

"Samuel! Samuel's! Samuel!" Sarah's shrill voice shifted Samuel's focus from the ball. Somehow the voice sounded strange in his ears, such as the sound of a failed seriosa or a stray cat, ah I don't know, which surely the sound was not pleasant to hear.

When Samuel turned his head, his eye saw Nisa's hazel bead. The girl smiled awkwardly. Next to her, Sarah forced her hand into the air as if to encourage Samuel. Samuel smiled to see it. He waved, then refocused on dribbling.

Nisa tried her usual course, as a few pairs of eyes pointed at her. Samuel waved at him, and it succeeded in making the girls of Samuel's hardline fans follow the wave of Samuel's hand. And stop right at Nisa. Not a few who whispered, not a few who spoke openly said, 'Oh that's Samuel's girlfriend?' 'Kok want the same Samuel girls don't know fashion like that,' 'Beauty me everywhere.'

"Heh, Ma'am. Don't be jealous dong. If you want to be not behind, here and here in front of us. Jita jabanin."

The girls took a quick bite when Sarah said it like that. Some of them even left while whispering.

"Rah, you're making people uncomfortable." Nisa.

Sarah screeched, "They also make you uncomfortable. Sometimes people do not say pedes speech papa, right? Don't be trampled, Nis."

Nisa did not respond. It's free to argue with Sarah. The girl will submit one thousand pleadings to win her argument.

Nisa refocused on Samuel dribbling up front. The man's hair was tied back. The sweat that soaked his face actually made him look ten times more handsome. Worth it, the girls are crazy cows when they see Samuel playing futsal.

Samuel is currently chasing the ball from the opponent's foot. The ball was in the open here and there, as if toying with it, but that's how to play futsal, the scramble system. Samuel managed to take over the ball that was scored by his teammates. He ran dribbling alone, kept running, swerving away from the opponent, when the distance between himself and the goal was only about 2 meters, Samuel frowned, then then kick the ball with all your might, and daaaaang!!! The ball gets into the goal. The whole Samuel five-pointed team celebrated their goal. The points on the board held by the sachet indicate the number 3:1. Samuel's team is superior to the opposing team. The match is only 10 minutes away.

Nisa observed Samuel's every move. It was only in these moments that Nisa could look freely at the man, when she was unaware. Because when facing each other, Nisa never dared to look at him. All he did was bow. So Samuel once asked the attention of himself who never wanted to look at Samuel when he spoke. But Nisa only replied, that she was not used to staring at the other person if the interlocutor was a man who was not mahram.

A blaring voice from the audience chanted the word "GOAL!" as if pulling Nisa from her daydream. Samuel managed to score again in the last minutes. Nisa must admit, Samuel's futsal talent is worth a thumbs up.

Samuel in the middle of the field was smiling towards Nisa. Nisa smiled back. The man spoke using his mouth cue because of the noise around which it was impossible to hear Samuel's voice from a distance. Nisa knew what Samuel was saying. He moved his lips saying "Wait for me in the rear cafeteria." Nisa's reflexes are nodding.

"Uuhh tootwitt." Temptation Sarah is rewarded with a small pinch on her arm by Nisa.

Nisa's cheeks are red. The magical effect of everything Samuel did and intended for him always managed to make thousands of butterflies dance as if celebrating his helplessness.

*****

As Samuel had said earlier, he asked Nisa to wait for him in the back cafeteria. And here they both are. Sit face to face with a distance of approximately one meter. With Sarah as usual, sitting on another bench a little far away. Actually Sarah's mediocre should be a mosquito repellent like that. But for Nisa's sake. His best friend would not have met Samuel if he had not been with him. Be Sarah volunteered as a mosquito repellent, but Samuel also kindly treat her every time she accompanied Nisa.

"I want to take you home."

Nisa chokes on her iced milion as the sentence escapes Samuel's lips. The girl coughed. Samuel swiftly took a bottle of mineral water and thrust it towards Nisa who was immediately in the girl's drink. Nisa took out a piece of tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Sorry, surprised huh?" Samuel scratched his head.

Nisa cleared her throat to neutralize her heartbeat. "Little bit. Why did I suddenly come to your house?" Ask Nisa. The girl started to look a little relaxed.

"You know you and my family." Samuel said with conviction.

Nisa gawking. For a moment his brain worked weakly. Wait, what did Samuel mean? Introducing himself to his family? Didn't Nisa hear wrong? Or is it just a dream? Nisa pinched her arm silently, apparently hurting. It means it's not a dream. Right, Samuel just invited her to visit his house and said he wanted to introduce Nisa to his family. Nisa flickers funny. The thought of his encounter with Samuel's family makes his adrenaline rush crazy.

"Where, Nis?" Ask Samuel again. Making sure that Nisa really heard his words. Considering the girl was daydreaming at this moment.

"Are you serious?" Nisa's face was still cengo when she threw the question.

Samuel nodded confidently. "One thousand hundred rius." He showed off a series of white teeth.

"Why all of a sudden?" Nisa's voice sounded worried.

Samuel fixed his sitting position. "Suddenly Nisa. I don't have to now either. Whenever you're ready." Said later.

Nisa covered her face with both palms. "I'm never ready." The worry tone is still not gone.

Samuel chuckles. "It's so sweet that calis is worried about that."

Nisa lowered her palm spontaneously. He frowned. For some reason every time Samuel used that nickname for himself, it felt so amused.

"My family doesn't eat people. I'm sure, you'll be familiar with them later." Samuel.

"Not that. I asked you, what do you want to know me as there?"

"Yes as a friend." Samuel plain.

"Why? You think I'm gonna get to know you as a wife-to-be, huh?" Samuel raised his eyebrows and seduced Nisa.

Nisa threw her face in any direction. Shame rules him. Why could he be so stupid as to throw a question that actually traps him himself.

Samuel chuckles. Satisfied that he managed to seduce Nisa until the girl was wrong.

"So when are you ready?" Ask again.

Nisa was silent for a moment. His brain was busy thinking. So when is he ready? If only he could say that he would never be ready. Visiting the house of the person we like is the most stressful thing Nisa has ever experienced. For the first time. The girl was tired. "May I think again?"

Samuel folded his hands on his chest. "of courses. You can call me when you're ready." Samuel bagkit from his seat. He paid for the food he ordered. But before that, he whispered something to Nisa. "Don't think about it for long. Remember, your future in-laws are waiting for you." After that Samuel sauntered away from Nisa with his still-clear voice.

Nisa cursed in her heart. Samuel could always make her misbehave and cause her cheek hue to burn like a boiled crab.

*****

"So Samuel said what?" Sarah asked on the way to class.

"Not saying anything." Answer Nisa quickly.

"liks. Your people until that choking. There's gotta be something, right?" Sarah asked curiously.

"No, Rah. Do not culture the nature of kepo."

"Ah you really like to play secrets. If you're gini, I'd also like to tell you something will go bad."

Nisa glanced at Sarah, "What story? Tell me, I'm demgerin."

Sarah had both hands on her chest, "About someone I'm talking to you over dinner and meeting his family."

Nisa stopped her steps suddenly. "Seriously you?! Who?" This time it was Nisa who looked kepo.

"Don't culture the nature of kepo." Sarah's speech mimics Nisa's style of speech.

"Oh my goodness, Rah. Don't be baperan dong. Let's go tell." Her request.

"I want to tell you, if you tell me first." Bargainly.

Nisa finally gave up. "OK okay." He began to shake his ears, because after this, Sarah would surely scream with her blaring voice. "So Samuel took me to his house to meet his family members." Nisa said that sentence in one breath.

"For what?!" Nisa's right guess. Sarah screamed until some passersby stared at her. Fortunately, Nisa had closed her ears. "Keep on, what do you answer?" Ask again. This time his voice was back to normal.

"I said I'd think about it first."

Sarah hits Nisa's arm hard, until the girl pits. "Yes, most of you think. The rest said yes, what's the trouble, anyway?"

"I'm not ready, Rah." Nisa said.

"What makes you unprepared? Embarrassed? Not pd? It was Nis. Yesin. Dengerin nih yes, if a guy has dared to make sure girls meet with his parents it's a sign he's serious." Sarah said in flames.

Nisa frowned, "Emang yes?" Plain asking.

"Yes. Do not hesitate if the problem is with me. Although I never dated, but I'm quite experienced." Sarah jumawa.

Nisa just squealed. Sarah had never dated, but somehow the girl's style of talking about love seemed to be an expert. "Later to go to Samuel." Nisa then said.

Srah looked over, "What?"

"I want to go to his house and see his parents as soon as possible. Your satisfaction?"

Sarah laughed with satisfaction. Finally Nisa's innocent way of mind was poisoned as well.

"Now it's your turn to tell stories. So, who is the man you are sure to meet with his family? By the way, how can it fit a gini, huh?"

Sarah slicked her shoulders. "It just so happens." He said as he left.

Nisa who does not accept pulls Sarah's hand to stop her steps. "Don't try larri, yeah. Story first!" His order.

Feeling like she had no choice, Sarah finally started telling stories. They looked for a comfortable place, and the choice fell on the grass under the acacia tree.

"Sir Alfian. My boss." Sarah begins her story. "She invited me to dinner, eh tau-taunya even ngajak mama with her sisters too. Where on my face I'm really cool again, because it's late in the afternoon and haven't had a bath." Sarah said. Given the events of last night, made himself have to be doomed several times. His appearance is not really should be seen by members of the Alfian family who all face on the skin and clear. Luckily they did not mention the appearance. Although one of her sisters stared dislikefully at Sarah at the time.

"How come you can have dinner with Mr. Alfian? You... dating?"

"No, uh. Mr. Alfian tuh is keen. He's making nawarin come home. I was taken to a fancy restaurant. Choose the VIP room again. And I look really tacky right at it, Nis." Sarah slid her face between the curves of her hands.

Nisa laughing. He gently stroked Sarah's head. "Udah is not papa. You yourself said that if a man is convinced that a girl has met his parents, the sign is that the man is serious. Means Mr. Alfian is serious dong."

Sarah raised her face. "No idea. He's never even stuck with me before. Just that time, and crazy he immediately invited me to meet his family."

"Yaudah, you ask for clarity." Nisa said relax.

"What clarity? The guy he was this morning when I met him his face was normal. As if I don't know me." Sarah whining. "He had bad intentions this time to me? Or just play with me?"

Nisa hits Sarah's arm slowly. "Don't su'udzon. Maybe he's waiting for the right time."

Sarah did not answer. He again drowned his face between the curves of the arms. His heart was actually agitated at this moment. He just wants to look professional. He does not want to look like ABG who is new to love.

*****

"In our country, there is a lot of impropriety. You see how the mice were given unreasonable punishment, while the poor who stole because of hunger were severely punished. Furious myself I see it, the laws in our country are always sharp down blunt upwards." Fathur grumbled while reading a post on social media.

"That is our beloved country. Justice is like a name." Nawir chimed in. The fat man took a comfortable sitting position next to Fathur.

"Yes, therefore, our use as students must be to move to re-enforce the justice that remains that name." This time Vika also chimed in.