The Halal Love

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Samuel slammed his body on the bed. His body, mind, and heart were completely exhausted at this moment. Supposedly, he still has some proposals that must be taken care of at this time in the Secretariat, only he was reluctant to go to Campus and instead chose to go home. Although Fathur and Vika contacted him many times, Samuel ignored him. For once, he wanted to be selfish, putting personal interests first in comparison to the public interest.

Samuel's mind was really tired at this moment due to the day he was being mercilessly struggling with. The man glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Half-twelve o'clock at night. Samuel was supposed to get home after driving Nisa home, about 9 o'clock and a quarter. But the incident Alila possessed, in addition to the girl who forced him to be accompanied, made Samuel only able to go home at this late time.

Samuel rubbed his face rough. Alila hugged her and Nisa was there. The girl is currently thinking a no-no. Given how Nisa was sulking when Alila hugged her too that time, until Nisa forced Samuel to choose the girl, making Samuel sure, that Nisa would definitely do the same thing again.

Samuel reached into the cell phone in his pants pocket. He decided to contact Nisa. But when Nisa's contact was plastered, Samuel paused his intention. Maybe the girl's sleeping, it's rude to call midnight like this? Her thought.

Samuel finally got his phone back. He ruffled his hair in frustration. It was as if he did not have the face to meet Nisa tomorrow. He once said that Alila was his past, and Nisa was his future, but what is he doing now? His words have betrayed his feelings.

Samuel rose from his sleep, his head currently feeling hot. He decided to take ablution water. Perhaps reading the Qur'an will win a bit of his mind. He recalled, Nisa once told him, that the Qur'an is a heart medicine that can relax the mind of the reader.

Samuel took the mushaf in his bag. The Mushaf was the gift of Nisa which Samuel always took everywhere. It never even came out of his bag.

Samuel began to read the Surah of Ar-Rahman. Since starting to fluently teach, he always read the surah every night. Sometimes after the Maghrib prayer, sometimes also after the isya prayer. I don't know why the surah became his favorite surah. Perhaps because of the meaning contained in the surah that discusses how humans are grateful for all the blessings given by Allah Azzawajalla.

Verse by verse Samuel recites with tajwid and tartil, it seeks to conform to what he has learned from ustadz Agam. His heart softened and turned calm.

Samuel's changes weren't a joke. He kept his promise to himself who was determined to improve. And it is proven that at this time he is closer to the Divine. He never again left the prayer five times even though the busy Campus never stopped and also always took the time to read the Qur'an even if only once a day. All of these things do not necessarily happen without the guidance of Allah and the help of Nisa. Ah, the girl had already given Samuel too much kindness. Now Samuel asked himself, what has he given Nisa? Even now, he hurt the girl.

*****

"O Allah, it is You who hold the heart of every human being, so calm my heart which is currently in disorder." Nisa repeatedly recited the prayer. Tears still continued to melt in the river on his cheeks.

After seeing Samuel and Alila at RKS earlier, the pain in his heart never went away. Not only because of seeing them together in the same room, but also because of Alila's remark that Samuel still likes the girl, and the bad Samuel just went silent as if justifying Alila's words.

Not wanting to be like a fool who does not know where to run when experiencing distress, Nisa chose to take ablution water and do Istikhoroh prayers. Discussing with God and telling all his complaints is the right choice at this time. For there is no better hearer and solution-giver than Allah.

Since then Nisa raised her hand, begging for peace of heart and also instructions on what steps she should take in solving her problems.

"O Allah, if Samuel is not the best for the servant, then extinguish this feeling and replace it with sincerity. Immerse the nature of your decision in my heart. For the servant does not want to hold back any destiny You have set for me. Verily, the soul mate, the provision, and death are in Your grasp, and the servant returns all to You, O Lord Rabbi."

Nisa bowed in prostration, her shoulders shaking violently. Her crying broke out in the middle of the night. After this he must be firm with himself. If God guides Samuel to release, he must be completely sincere. Perhaps his heartache at this time was also a reprimand from Him caused by the attitude of Nisa who had gone beyond the limits of loving a servant, so that Nisa constantly dared to maintain an unclean feeling in her heart.

*****

Nisa was currently standing in front of a passage that was so dark. He did not know which way the road was headed in which direction. He saw a bright light at the end of the hallway. But strangely, the light did not light up the hallway in the slightest. The hallway remained pitch-black without any illumination. Nisa wanted to pass through the hallway to know what light looked so bright across there. But on the other hand, fear came to Nisa's heart. Darkness made his guts faint, he unbundled his intentions instantly.

When Nisa was still standing in doubt, a firm hand clasped her fingers. The fingers of the hand were trying to pair between Nisa's fingers, and it felt very fitting. When Nisa looked up at her, Samuel smiled at her. The man was beaming, even Nisa had never seen Samuel like that before.

"Follow me Nisa." Samuel said softly.

Nisa frowned, "Where?"

Samuel still maintained a smile on both corners of his lips. "Crossed that hallway. We'll get to the bright light there." Samuel pointed to the bright light that Nisa had admired since.

The fear and doubt that Nisa had felt this time was even gone. Samuel's presence by his side made him feel safe. He believed in Samuel that the man would keep him there.

"Come, Nisa." Samuel pulled Nisa's hand slowly. And step by step passed down that dark alley. Nisa's steps were light, but the more she walked closer to the light, the more the light moved away. "Sam, until when are we walking down this aisle?" Ask Nisa. He could not see the man's face because the condition of the passageway was so thick.

"Until we get there, Nisa. Focus on the light ahead." Samuel pressed his fingers against Nisa's fingers. He took Nisa with sure steps.

Nisa felt tired, the light was never in her reach. Even it felt like he had walked hundreds of kilos of meters, but the light was just away from him. Slowly, Samuel's hand between his fingers loosened. "Sam, why?"

Samuel did not answer. The grip of her hand loosened even more, making Nisa worried that half-dead would be left inside the dark passage alone. "But, Samuel!" Nisa kept shouting Samuel's name, but the man did not answer at all. Even at this moment his grasp of fingers seemed to be released. Nisa is getting hysterical, especially when Samuel's fingers have been released immediately from his fingers. He did not know where Samuel was going, which he was alone in the hallway not in a single beam of light. Nisa fell down, bent her knees and buried her face between her arms. He was crying, lost his way and didn't know where to go.

The morning prayer roused Nisa from her sleep. The girl fluttered, then rubbed the rough face. He repeatedly said Istighfar. What dream did he just have? Was that in answer to his omnipresent nature last night?

Nisa took off the face that was still attached to her body. He forgot when he fell asleep, which was obvious when he woke up, he was on the floor on a prayer mat. The girl hurried to the bathroom, cleaned herself up then prepared to perform the congregational dawn prayer. In the lyrics Aya who is still sleeping soundly. The toddler was all night not fussy at all. As if he knew, that Nisa was in need of time to step aside.

*****

Nisa walked down the corridor of the Faculty. His gaze was lowered down, down the square by the tile plots in his footing.

"Noise! Nisa!!!" Nisa turned her head when she heard her name being shouted by someone. When Nisa turned around, Sarah was seen running towards her in a hurry. "Called out of that as well." His protest.

Nisa raised her eyebrows as if representing the 'why.' question.'

"Where are you going?" Ask Sarah.

"You're going back on the internship form." Answer Nisa.

"Oh yaudah, turn back first, spit. Abis that I want to tell you." Sarah pushes Nisa's back, leaving the girl confused.

When she finished submitting the internship form, Nisa was greeted with Sarah who immediately stood up and then pulled the girl's hand by force.

"Where are you going?" Nisa's pissed off.

"To the back canteen." Said the girl still pulling Nisa's arm.

When she reached the cafeteria, Nisa gawked out completely because Sarah ordered an awful lot of food. Even he was sure, the food would not run out they both spent. "Well, are you out of pay?" Ask Nisa.

Sarah shook. "Have not eaten much."

Nisa snorted and began to eat the ice banana ijo that was presented in front of her.

Sarah cleared her throat. "Snakes." Call later.

Nisa only responded with a mutter.

"I'm in lamar."

Nisa choked, as she swallowed the ice cubes that were not completely destroyed. Sarah panicked and pushed mineral water towards her best friend. "You don't miss it." Nisa's face flushed red, even she continued to cough.

Sarah scowled, irritated that she wasn't lying at all but Nisa instead said, "I'm serious, Mom."

"Who wants to greet you?" Nisa finally relented even though she still could not believe it.

"Sir Alfian."

Nisa glares. Something is wrong with Sarah today. Maybe his nervous system broke up. Or maybe Sarah is taking drugs until she is now ngefly and ngehalu? Nisa shook her head. His bad thoughts on Sarah.

"Shock huh?" The girl showed off her grin at Nisa.

Nisa hits Sarah's arm, making the girl protest. "Rah, what the hell are you doing? You're not taking drugs until ngefly, are you?"

Sarah glared, then hit Nisa's arm back. "God! Your mind is everywhere. I'm serious." Said grumbling.

"Seriously Mr. Alfian is nagging you?" Nisa make sure.

Sarah nodded. "Yes, and last night I was invited to dinner at his house. With his family."

Nisa gawking. As if what Sarah said just now was just a fairy tale. Instead of calling Sarah inappropriate, even Nisa knows that her best friend is quite classy, but not a Director like Alfian was looking for a wife who is mature, and has a permanent job. In addition, usually the problem of education is also in question by people like Alfian. While Sarah is still in college, there are even two more semesters that she must take.

"What do you give me?"

Sarah shook. "I don't want to." Her speech.

"Why?"

Sarah slicked her shoulders. "I'm afraid of just being played. I'm pretty sure he's different. He's a rich master and I'm a commoner."

"What if he's serious?" Ask Nisa again.

"Yes I will also respond seriously." Sarah was relaxed. "He just made me run away, Nis. Her father betroth her to a conglomerate, but she doesn't want.****totally, right? Though the girls said beautiful, parliamentarians, educated and certainly famous."

Nisa sighed. "Do you think all of that can guarantee happiness? No, Rah. Marrying someone famous eats mostly the heart out of his happiness. Not infrequently some of them sometimes look harmonious but the harmony is only used for imaging, not real."

Nisa's words just reminded her of Alfian. Last night, the man said the same thing.

"Are you sure your reason for rejecting him is just because of that?"

Sarah nodded, "So far there's only that reason."

"I advise you to think again. I know I have no right to interfere, but I am your best friend, who should direct you if you are misguided, who should advise you that you are negligent. I don't want to see you miserable, that's for sure. Think again, yeah."

"Yesterday you suspected Alfian, but now you support him." Sarah rolled her eyes puffed, her face bent, very clear if she was upset.

"That's because I don't know what Alfian's purpose is. And now it's clear. He's pushing you in a more serious direction. That means he's a good man, no need to wear any frills in front, you know-tau nglamar."

"But this is too sudden Nisa. Is there someone who suddenly sues someone? Even when we are not at all familiar. In movies, it's usually like that just to play."

Nisa grunts, "Gini, if most of the movie. Your brain is in the same doctrine fictional stories know not. Anyway if for example Alfian was going to mess around, how did he know a lot about you? He may have been interested in you for a long time, only he hasn't had the right time to reveal, who knows?"

Sarah chirped, "Can she be my stalker."

Nisa exhaled a rough breath. Sarah is an excellent debater, if not for the good of her best friend she is reluctant to argue with the girl as she is today. "Yaudah, now gini, what if you ta'arufan used to be with him. So you can get to know each other better."

Sarah clucked, "He won't understand. Prayers are ignored, what else is it." Sarah suddenly exclaimed furiously, "Oh yes, one more reason I rejected him, he is not a good priest candidate for me. He took prayers lightly."

"Don't you convince me to teach Samuel religion right?" Nisa said the sentence carefully, not to keep Sarah feeling, but to keep her own feelings.

Sarah remained silent. Now he felt confused, and certainly a little regret infiltrated his heart. "So what should I do?" Ask later.

"Offer ta'aruf solutions. You can get to know him more as soon as you convince your own heart. And do not forget to always involve God in every decision. Because sometimes what we think is best is certainly good for God. But what God considers good, it is certain that it is best for us."

*****

Samuel called Nisa many times, but the girl did not pick up her phone. When Samuel's mood was anxious, he thought it was possible that Nisa was angry with him. He ruffled his hair in frustration.

"Lo why, Sam?" Vika who had been observing Samuel's movements was caught off guard, because the man was like a hot worm. He continued wriggling while ruffling his hair and repeatedly checking his phone.

"No papa." Answer's short.

Vika clucked, "How long have we known? A month? Two months?" Vika looked towards Samuel with a panted look. "Udah 3 more years, Sam. And you still think of me like everyone else, as if I don't understand your circumstances."

Samuel glanced at Vika at a glance, then refocused his gaze on the screen of his phone which showed no sign that Nisa would contact him back.

"Gue doesn't want to interfere, if you want to know. I just want my role as Temen lo in the function. I can help you if you have a problem."

Samuel sighed and then threw it away violently. "Gue again there's a problem with Nisa."

Vika remained silent. He had guessed, it must be because of Nisa. Who else could have made this man anything if not Nisa.

"Gue confessed a fatal mistake." Samuel purus asa.

Vika improved her sitting position, then began to listen carefully to Samuel's story.

"Nisa squirms my hug with Alila, again."

Vika glares. Is that true? If she became Nisa, she would do the same. But Vika chooses the silence, until Samuel finishes the story.

"Gue confusedly defined my feelings. Though yesterday my heart was steady choose Nisa, but once I saw Alila in a completely chaotic state, somehow the bottom of my heart felt like pain. It's as if I want to be Alila's grief wiper. And yes, at that time I only realized that one day, that it turned out that my feelings for Alila were still not completely gone. Even though I've instilled hate in my heart."

Samuek was silent, his face showing extreme frustration.

"Lo know, love and hate it hnya has a very thin bulkhead. Even so thin until the bulkhead was not visible. That's why so many people embark on a journey of love from hate to love." Said Vika. "Now ask yourself who you really choose, Nisa or Alila. And when you've chosen, then you should really let go of one." Vika spoke that advice sincerely. He no longer felt the hurt he used to feel when Samuel told him about his relationship with Nisa.

Vika sighed, "What makes you confused? It's not clear, between the past and the future, which one would you rather fight for?"

"Gue is serious about Nisa. I even fought for him. Although sometimes, the feeling of inferior because I feel not pantes is always racist. But I try to tepis it, in a way to keep improving myself. But on the other hand, my feelings for Alila are still there. I never could see her hurt. And yesterday, when she was squirming she was hurt because of me, it was ruined, Vik. I immediately blasphemed myself, I felt like the most jerk man."

"Lo had heard this premise, he said if we fall in love with 2 people at a time, then choose the second. Because you can't love the first if your heart opens to the second."

Samuel closed his eyes for a moment. Then he stood up, "Okay, I can make his conclusion. I have to fight for what I deserve to fight for. Thank's, Vik." Samuel passed by, leaving Vika guessing, who the man would choose.

*****

Nisa is currently sitting face to face with Abinya. When he came home from college, Abinya was waiting in the middle room. He said that something was being said to Nisa. For some reason, Nisa has a bad feeling about it. Maybe his brother will scold him.

"Sir, how far have you been with Samuel?"

Nisa raised her face that had been bowed since. "Ma..I mean Abi?" He asked back.

"Honestly, Nduk. Abi knew. Even though you never told Abi."

Nisa wavers, "Nisa doesn't mean she won't tell Abi. It's just Nisa's waiting for the right time."

Abi let out a long sigh, "Abi tau. But what Abi does not understand, why do you still choose him when Abi has rejected him? Do you think Abi is being mean to you, Nduk?"

Nisa shook her head weakly, her mouth tightly clenched. He has no impingement on him.

"Abi doesn't know for sure what's best for you. But Abi can figure out which is good for you." Abi cleared his throat, then resumed his sentence, "Can you hear you've been to his house?"

Nisa nodded again, her eyes were teary, she felt guilty for not involving her Abinya in every action she did.

Abi exhaled heavily, "How? Does his family accept you?"

Nisa nodded slowly.

"They're being nice to you?"

Nisa nodded back. He still did not want to speak a word, because he was ashamed of his Abinya.

"Sir, they may indeed be kind to you. They might like you. But your relationship isn't just measured up there. They do it because they see the good in you. All parents want good for their children, as do Samuel's parents. They think that you are the right person for their child. But have you ever thought that it is only the will of desire that can change at any time if there is something better than you? And yes, Abi was getting worried when he saw Samuel cuddling with Alila yesterday."

Nisa jerks. He should have thought about it, Abinya must have known about yesterday's problems. For Samuel and Alila did it in the Pesantren, in the territory controlled by his Abinya.

"If he loves you, he will never let himself be touched by any woman. He should have a strong principle, that he loves you and he should keep your feelings."

A drop of tear falls freely on the cold surface of the marble floor. Nisa hates herself so stupid. Didn't he realize that the first time he saw Alila hug Samuel right then and there? And why does he foolishly think that it is a misunderstanding that can be corrected?

"Now Abi asks you, do you still want Samuel? If you still want him, there's not much Abi can do. Abi only entrusts trust to you to lead him to your direction. Abi can only hope, hopefully you can be his way to achieve the direction."

Nisa tergugu's. His ashes say that, does that not mean that Abinya has given all the decisions to her? Maybe Nisa no longer needs long contemplation, she already knows what she will do next.

*****

Afternoon is the city's density center of Jakarta. Yes, although Jakarta is always crowded from time to time, but the afternoon is the peak. The coming home time that collides with office people, freelancers, school children, students, makes the capital noisy and pollution increases.

Vika sped up her steps as her stomach let out a very unpleasant sound in the ears. He was waiting for the message that was in the message earlier through the application on his phone. The distance between the Campus and the cost is not too far, only about 2 km.Tapi still, when traveled on foot will be very tiring, in addition to stomach rumbling. Instead of arriving at the cost, it turns in a roadside restaurant that offers a lot of delicious food.

Ah, thinking about the food it tastes like he wants to get to the boarding house quickly. Although the food at the cost is not far from instant noodles, it still tastes delicious. Imagining instant noodles cooked with eggs added with slices of cayenne pepper, hmmm must have a tempting aroma and taste so delicious.

"Mr Vika, huh?" A man stopped his bike right in front of Vika. The fathers wore the famous Ojol jacket, making Vika guess, that he was Ojol in the message earlier.

"Yes, sir." Vika smiled kindly.

"Sorry for a long time, ma'am. I had to take a break first."

Vika nodded in understanding. He prefers honest people, rather than people who cover up mistakes so that he does not look guilty.

Vika wore a helmet that was thrust at him and then rushed up to the back seat.

The two-wheeled vehicle drove at medium speed before finally moving around looking for a gap to penetrate the traffic jam. Vika to hold tight on the ojol fathers jacket in the overlap, because the motor is so agile to weight density.

When directly in front of the red light, all the vehicles came to a halt. But up ahead there were many people swarming like ants who found sweet food.

"It looks like there was an accident." Mumbled ojol's fathers as if answering the curiosity of Vika.

The traffic lights have shown green, the woes are starting to move back. Likewise with Ojol who was riding Vika. However, when the vehicle approached the crowd, ranging approximately 3 meters, the road conditions were stalled completely. There was no longer even a gap to break through the streets.

"Well, ma'am, I think we're gonna get stuck here." Said Mr. ojol.

"You are not papa, sir. Just get here. Let me walk, my boarding is near." Vika took off the helmet and handed it to the ojol fathers.

"No papa, Ma'am. My responsibility is to carry on until my goal. Time just got here." The father looked sorry.

"No papa, sir. Than long wait. That costs me so close to the end." Vika reassured.

Baoak ojol finally relented, "Yaudah, Ma'am. But please keep loving five stars, yeah." Said pleading.

Vika smiled sincerely. He understood what the father felt. How important the stars are to him. "Yes, Sir. Just relax."

"Thank you, Ma'am. And be careful on the road."

Vika smiled, then waved and started walking on the sidewalks.

When Vika arrived at the crowd, out of curiosity, she bounced forward splitting the crowd, her eyes catching a familiar figure lying in the middle of the road.

Vika moved closer to the figure, "Have anyone contacted the ambulance?" Vika asked the people in the crowd.

"Already, madam. While walking here." Said a man with a thick body.

"He why?" Vika asked the fat man.

"A hit-and-run victim, ma'am. He was hit from behind."

Vika took her handkerchief to wipe the blood on the man's temple lying down.

When the Ambulance came, Vika hurriedly entered. Even when health officials asked who her family members were, Vika volunteered to claim to be the family of the man. At that time Vika panicked, let alone see so much blood on the part of the male body.

*****

Vika linked her fingers, hoping to be anxious about the condition of men who were in the ER. For more than half an hour the doctor did not come out. And yes, Vika doesn't like to wait. According to him, menuggu activities are the most annoying activities.

The creaking of the door distracts Vika. A person dressed in all white with a mask covering part of his face and nose came out of the room. Vika hurriedly stood up and approached the doctor. "How's it going, doc?" Ask Vika.

The doker took off his mask, "The condition is stable. It's just that he had a broken bone in his arm."

The doctor left, after advising Vika to redeem the medicine at the hospital pharmacy. But instead of going to redeem the medicine, Vika instead moved into the ER.

Vika was silent observing the new face she met twice. The face looked peaceful, with both eyelids closed. Nisa must admit, that this man in front of her has a face above the average stabdar aka handsome. Even the bandages around his head did not reduce the man's good looks. For a moment Vika shook her head, she realized that she had just made a mistake by admiring the man she had just met. Error, which only he knew his name.

"Mother that nolongin me?"

Vika jumped as the man who had been asleep rebuked her. Because of the focus of observing the sleeping face of the man, he did not realize that the man was already human.

"Eh. Yes, Mom. Aye." Yeah." Nervous speech.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Speaks kindly.

The man tried to sit down to make him look more polite. Vika held back her movements. "Eh, no papa. Baring. I haven't really recovered."

The man smiled. But one thing that Vika realized, since the first time he met the man, he never wanted to look into Vika's eyes when Vika spoke to him. It makes Vika uncomfortable of course.

"Thank you, Ma'am." Say again. "Let's pay for treatment let me change."

Vika flickered funny. He remembered the absurd debate with the man when they first met. At that time he paid Vika for the groceries he bought, and when Vika was about to change his money, the man refused. And now, he actually said he would reimburse the maintenance costs that Vika paid. A moment Vika smiled to herself. "No need, Mas. Think of it as my spare money while paying for my groceries the other day." Her speech.

The man frowned deeply, "Yes? Meaning Ma'am?"

Vika followed astonished. He still remembers the man, but the man forgets him. Ah, the unimportant thing. It was quickly forgotten, Vika thought.

"Mas who pay for my groceries in the super market time of day. It was money I wanted to replace but Mas refused. If it's not wrong, it's Naim, right?" Vika asked, trying to remember the man. He grumbled the joints in the heart, when he really forgot the incident. Though the incident also did not happen long ago, only about 3 days ago. Or maybe he hilant intgatan? But the doctor didn't say there was any disturbance in his brain or head. Vika scratched her un-itchy head.

The man still seemed to think, before he finally said, "Oh, Ma'am who I ride in his trolley with my groceries? Who buys a little but uses a trolley? Don't you?"

Vika was just about to smile, but the man's sentence faded her intention. There are people who think like that too. Vika thinks if people don't recognize her, then they must have ignored what Vika did.

Vika nodded awkwardly, "Yes."

"The world is narrow moringa leaves. Is that true, that term?" Naim spoke without looking at his interlocutor.

Again Vika just smiled awkwardly.

The sound of the roar of the naughty worms in Vika's stomach broke the silence. And the bad news, Naim turned his head straight at him. A moment Vika froze in place. His face was red. He should have filled the stomach while waiting for the doctor to handle Naim. If so, he himself is ashamed.

"Mom, hungry huh?" Ask Naim plain.

Vika scratched her non-itchy head, "Mmm yes. It's just ja, dinner."

Naim smiling. Dih, so sweet, thought Vika.

"Then Maak can go to the canteen to fill the stomach. Nnnnnn nnn n want to pray first." Her speech. My

Vika raised her eyebrows as if asking, 'why?'

"You're still sick, do you have to keep praying?" Ask Vika.

The man wore a very sad smile, "Mother, prayer is duty. As long as we're still given the ability then we have to carry it out."

"But prayer must be performed standing up. You can't stand right now."

"Sholat afdholnya is done by standing. But Islam never complicates it. Because not always man can stand. So Islam made the rukhshah, or leniency. If prayer cannot be done standing, then it is allowed to sit. If you can't sit, you can do it by lying down." Naim.

Vika was amazed by the man's words. His words were so gentle, not impressed to know or patronize. "I'm sorry I didn't know that. Because I'm not a Muslim."

Naim smiled back. To the extent that it makes Vika believe, that in Islam, a smile is alms. And yes, Naim is already very generous right now for having been almsgiving all the time to Vika.

"Whose name is mbak?" Tanya naim later.

There was something in Vika's heart that was pounding oddly. Vika is familiar with the feeling, only that feeling is usually only felt when he was with Samuel.

"Vika" he said later.

Naim smiled, "Well Viika, you can fill the stomach first.and I will pray, fulfill my duty.please after finishing eating back here.I will reimburse the maintenance costs."

Vika nods before finally accepting Naim's direction, though he does not want to receive a treatment change fee, but Vika is determined to keep coming back. For some reason, lingering with Naim feels good.

Vika does not fully come out of the room.The girl decided to stay for a while to see what Naim did. the man was seen rubbing his hands then his face then raised his hands and his mouth started kamit kamit either read what. But Vika guessed, that the man was praying. Vika observes every move made by Naim. He was so solemn' doing prayers. And somehow there is something in Vika who is interested in Islam after seeing how Naim still worship when he was sick. According to him, such things are only found in Islam alone.