The Halal Love

37

After 3 more years as a student, Nisa realizes one thing. That too many things have been missed. If it's like this, then he must be thinking, 'why siih used to not gini', 'why the hell did not do it'. Until it finally ends in regret. Nisa is not an active student in the organization. The Dakwah Kampus Institute became the single organization that he had participated in since semester 2. So if you ask about experience, there is little he has while sitting on the lecture bench. It is much more active outside. He often filled writing events, participating in the musabaqah tilawatil Qur'an, or lecture competitions. And that is why its existence on campus is not so acknowledged.

And during the tasting of the world of lectures he also realized one thing, that all the depictions of student figures in various film productions were only fiction. Especially the romance theme. It's really insulting because there's rarely a point. Students are indeed preoccupied with assignments, reports, group work, impromptu quizzes. While the campus romance is only owned by a handful of students in certain majors, aka very little.

Honest, though, Nisa is amazed by her classmates who have been actively involved in the world of organizations ranging from standards such as associations to the high like campus political organizations whose intentions criticize the dirty actions of the government or state officials. The time for them to turn is not 24 hours but 48 hours.

Discussing such critic students, reminded Nisa of Samuel. He is also someone who criticizes. In fact he arrived at the nickname 'antique student' which is a critic lift student. It was because Samuel who is very good at criticizing the government. The man once missed when there was a demo. Although not a Guna Dharma student who held, but if there is a call for action, his ears directly ON processing information.

"Nisa! Nisha! Lisa!" Sarah's screams clashing with the sound of running shoes on the floor ran towards Nisa.

"See this?" Now Sarah has embraced Nisa's shoulder with a loud breath. Looks like he just ran up the stairs from the first floor to the fourth floor.

"You're here to run, Rah?" Nisa asks to justify her theory. Sarah nodded. "Geez, your feet aren't pegel tah?" Nisa checks Sarah's leg which is directly tepis by the girl.

"He is not papa." Said later. "See this." Sarah thrusts her cell phone towards Nisa.

Nisa noticed the thing. When the screen was turned on he read something there. CONGRATULATIONS!!! THE COMPANY APPOINTS YOU AS SECRETARY OF THE PRESIDENT DIRECTOR.

Nisa gaped at reading that line. All he knew was that Sarah worked part-time at a well-known company, and she worked at the very bottom. Together with interns. And at this moment, there was suddenly a notice of him being appointed assistant of the main director? How astonishing.

"Nis, am I dreaming? Or is this a stray notification?" Sarah's face changed.

"I don't think so, Rah. That's really." Nisa.

"Dreams what I was last night, can I rise suddenly like this?! His office is no longer an ordinary department." Sarah's eyes twinkled.

"Wait, Rah. If you are appointed as secretary of the main director, that's a sign that you will work directly with the director dong? You'll see him continue? Isn't that chief director of your company Mr Alfian?"

The smile that had adorned Sarah's face vanished instantly. He didn't think about it at all because he was so happy.

The pleasure that had turned into a frustrated sigh. "I'm kudu piye now?"

"I smell the other intent of Mr. Alfian's actions, Rah."

Sarah scowling. His face was a hundred percent sour. "Don't be a fool." Whimpering.

Nisa shakes. "Nobody. You just want to be careful." The answer. "Maybe you can meet Mr. Alfian directly, and ask what he meant by suddenly lifting you to be his secretary."

Sarah's really frustrated right now. He could not guess what his boss was planning at the moment. I don't know why, he was so scared. Couldn't his boss have malicious intentions towards him? But the word Nisa does not like to put prejudice to others, because some of the praasagka is sin. Sarah pinched her forehead, feeling her head was crowded with unclear thoughts at this time.

*****

Silence shimmered in the hallway of the room. To the extent that the usual sound of air conditioning is ignored this time is clearly heard.

Alfian cleared his throat, about to start a conversation. "Congratulations, on your promotion." He held out his hand towards Sarah. But in reply Sarah by cupping both palms in the chest, without reducing respect.

Alfian smiled understandably, he could already guess that women like Sarah would not want to shake hands with foreign men who did not have blood relations with him.

"First of all I would like to thank you to you, then to the company and its ranks, without all of you I cannot achieve this position, and also…"

"Why so official? It's like winning a nomination." Alfian chuckles. Feeling amused himself to see the absurd behavior of the men in front of him.

Sarah scratched her un-itchy head. "So why did you make me your secretary?" Said suddenly.

Even Alfian to be scowled because he was shocked by Sarah's sudden intonation. "Can you, by the way, say that all of a sudden?"

"So my father forbade me to make pleasantries, so I went straight to the point." Plain talk.

Alfian shook his head in wonder. There are, yes, girls like Sarah. "Yes, but I don't have to insist on that as well as my secretary."

Hearing Alfian call himself 'my secretary' was strange. There was something inside that was dancing around indistinctly, as if she was cheering Sarah who was blushing shyly at the moment.

"Sorry, sir." His words were full of reverence.

"And yes, discard that 'father' call for me." Alfian's Order.

Sarah reflexively hit her own mouth. He forgot that Alfian told him not to use the old call yesterday.

Alfian desperately held back his laughter from exploding right then and there. "So what's wrong with you meeting me? Want to go straight to work or something else?" Ask.

Sarah fixed her slightly tilted hijab position. "As I asked earlier sir, uh I mean Mas. Why did Alfian suddenly appoint me as secretary?"

Alfian folded both hands on his chest. "Why indeed? You don't like your job up?" Ask.

Sarah shook her head quickly, not wanting the boss to misunderstand. "That's not what I mean sir. But I just don't feel worthy. I'm just an intern working part-time. I was afraid that I would not be able to complete my work properly because I also had to share my focus with the lecture."

Alfian mangosteen understood Sarah's reasoning. "Actually, you're not a general secretary who has to handle almost all the work. You are my personal secretary. So you are free to spend time between work and college. But don't worry, because your salary is equivalent to the salary of a general secretary." Her speech.

Sarah gawking. Until his jaw just wanted to get off. "meaning?"

"What did I say is still unclear?" Alfian threw back the question.

Sarah spontaneously shook her head slowly. What Alfian said was clear. It's just that what he doesn't understand is on what basis the man did such a thing to him.

"Why did Alfian do this?" Ask Sarah later.

Alfian thought for a moment before starting to open his voice. "Because you're special."

Nisa almost choked on her own saliva hearing Alfian's sentence. Special said? True to Nisa's words, she must be wary of this man before her.

"Is something wrong, Sarah?" Ask Alfian.

What is wrong is your brain, Alfian. Of course, that sentence only dared Sarah murmur in the heart. Unless he wants to be deposed from this company.

"Honestly, Sarah. Is something bothering you?" Ask Alfian again.

Alfian looked carefully. And then finally laugh. "Maybe you think I'm gonna fuck with you, huh?" He tekkeh again. "Sarah Sarah, take it easy, I have no evil intentions with you. I'm just interested. That's all."

Sarah frowned deeply. "interestedly? Meanin?" Don't blame Sarah if she's currently throwing a disrespectful look at her boss. Because that man deserves that.

"I rarely find a girl like you. Plain, as it is, outspoken, and who definitely doesn't like playing back. You are different from other women around me. They will immediately be stunned to see me and adore me when in front. And it turns out they did it for a certain purpose. Different you. You even dared to hustle at me, at a time when almost everyone was bowing before me."

Remind Sarah to keep her mouth shut this time so the flies don't come in. The girl was fully gawking. Didn't expect Alfian to say that.

"I tried to approach you after a long time of watching you silently. You may not realize it." He chuckles. His laughter sounded crisp.

"How could Alfian be attracted to me when Mas is surrounded by women who are far above me?" Sarah finally opened her voice.

"Don't I mention the reason? I am afraid to repeat it." He stood up, reaching for the cup with the smell of coffee coming out.

He sipped the coffee, one hand he put it in his pants pocket. "Are you not interested in me?" Ask later.

Sarah remained silent. He has no particular interest in his boss.

"Okay, because there's no answer. Then I assume you're interested in me too."

Tell Sarah where there are people's services without incurring sin. It felt like Sarah wanted to hook Alfian until the man threw up the nail buk as if he just decided something without asking for approval first. The freak man in the world.

*****

Vika has just completed preparations for a proposal seminar. He leaves the campus and orders Ojol to take him to the Super Market. His daily needs are running low at Kost. And indeed he has almost 2 months never shopping monthly in because of the busyness on Campus. If you do not take care of the work of BEM, you are busy taking care of the proposal and preparation of KKNnya.

Vika handed over a piece of money ten thousand to the driver Ojol then handed the green helmet that had been perched on his head to the owner. His feet moved into the Super Market which was crowded with visitors. Usually when monthly shopping like this, Samuel drove him. The man will follow him while pushing a big trolley, but Vika's groceries are not much. Trolley is only made an excuse to bring goods, in fact the wheeled object he uses to play around. He'll have Vika ride on the trolley, then donate her here and there. Absurd indeed. Vika chuckled remembering Samuel's behavior.

Since Samuel was close to Nisa, Vika knew not to get close to him. He doesn't want to make Nisa misunderstand. Let alone Nisa, other people sometimes mistakenly think that Samuel and Vika have a special relationship, because they are too familiar and Samuel who always treats Vika special. Even Vika herself to misinterpret the nature of the man against him. Vika sighed, considering that Samuel was deliberately hurting her mind. Although many times he said sincerely, but the corner of his heart sometimes still hurts every time he remembers it.

Vika took the trolley, he did not understand why he now took the object, even though he believed a small basket could still load his groceries. Or is it because of habit? Vika shakes. Stupid would use a trolley or a basket, after all, no one would reprimand him say wrong place to put groceries.

Vika pushed the trolley slowly, as her eyes went down the grocery shelves. Inadvertently his eyes caught a figure that somehow caught his attention. The figure was standing near the snack rack. The truck contains only a little extravagance. There was only a toothbrush, a deodorant, and a pair of mug cups with the inscription 'Mama Papa' on the front. Makes Vika can guess if the man already has a partner.

The man moved towards the cashier table, while the trolley only contained 4 objects earlier. Vika shook her head, feeling that the man was as absurd as her.

Vika has finished shopping. Not much he bought. The girl only bought enough kitchen necessities and some of her needs. And already made sure, the trolley is too big to accommodate the goods.

The long queue at the cashier table made Vika sigh lazily. He remembered what day it was today. After looking at the calendar on his watch, Wednesday. Super Market should not be this crowded, considering today is a working day. But for some reason, the queue ahead there beats the queue at the weekend.

"Sir, the groceries are a little, can you join me? If the queue eventually, the other kasian wait."

Vika became cengo for a moment. The figure that was talking to him at the moment was the figure that caught his attention earlier.

"Mbak, how?" Seeing Vika who was just speechless, he asked again to be sure.

Vika nodded. The figure immediately put his groceries on the Vika trolley. Then had Vika back off to give him access to save his trolley.

Vika thought, that figure would wait in the visitor waiting area and let Vika stand in line. But it turned out that Vika was wrong, after returning the trolley, the figure again approached towards Vika. "Let me queue, you wait there." Soft talk.

Vika was silent, her brain worked weakly for a moment. Especially when the person is smiling. His smile was like the rustling of tears in the mountain springs. So fresh and soothing.

Without a cue, the figure took over the trolley from Vika's hand and moved into the queue. Inevitably Vika left him and walked towards the visitor waiting area.

From a considerable distance away, Vika noticed the figure. He was a man standing while playing his cell phone. His body posture is high. If it is aligned with Vika, then Vika only up to his shoulders. Her hair was shaved neatly, with a slight touch of pomade. Her face was a clean white beaming like a male facial wash advertising model. He also uses a pretty cool fashion, with a white shirt made of cotton that looks very fitting on his body, combined with old gray material pants. Looking at his appearance style, Vika could guess the age of the man was quite mature.

Almost 10 minutes of waiting. When he saw that the man was being served by the cashier, Vika walked over. He knew he had to pay for his things.

"How much do I spend?" Ask Vika.

The man shook his head, "I paid for it." Said later.

"Oh then how much is the total? Let me change." Vika took her wallet in the bag.

"No need, Ma'am. No papa. Count my thanks, I want to bother."

Vika remained silent. That guy said troublesome? Though he just put a few seeds of his goods in the Vika trolley. He even waited for more than 10 minutes. Then pay for all the groceries is no exception Vika goods. And now he says that he's the troublesome one. Vika should have said that.

"Sorry, Ma'am, Mas. Please move forward a little. The other visitors will pay." The voice of the cashier interrupted both. Make Vika and the man immediately move from the place.

"This is your stuff." The man handed over a large bag containing several kinds of items to Vika.

"I have to pay. Please tell me how much this is. Or is there a receipt?" Vika is still trying to get the man to be given a change of money by Vika.

The man shook his head. "No need, Ma'am. Nor is it much. Consider it again alms." Kalem.

Vika let out a rough breath. "I don't want to owe people the same. I'm not used to it."

The man smiled. Duh, it's cold, Vika's inner.

"No need, Ma'am. No papa. Excuse me first." The man immediately went to leave Vika.

Vika is trying to catch up to him. "Mas, just give me the account number. I'll transfer the money."

The man frowned deeply. But the next moment he smiled. It seemed like he knew where the attraction lay, so he kept showing off the attraction. "No need, Ma'am."

"Then, tell me, what's your name?" Vika astonished herself with the question she had just thrown. Why did he suddenly ask about names? Not connecting, whispered in my heart.

"Naim." His words were short but so soft. And don't forget, the man mentioned his name while maintaining the smile on both ends of his lips.

Vika gawked as soon as the man left. He had just met an angel-hearted stranger. And worse, the man had a look that could not be said to be ordinary. There was a strange sigh that suddenly infiltrated Vika's chest. Vika doesn't know what it is. But for sure the swish was fun.