The Little Doomsday of My Heart

An unexpected meeting

The days just pass by. The happiness that both felt was like heaven in the world.

Czechkkk...

"Good morning everyone.happy activities"

klikkk.. voice mobile Alya signifies the delivery of the status photo selfi with a sweet smile that has just been uploaded on his WhatsApp story.

Of perpus..

"Alya .. Why did you upload the status of that selfie photo ?" kaffa asked with his jealous face

"Why Kaf ?"

"Here's where your phone" Kaffa took Alya's phone and directly faced his WhatsApp status

"I don't want you to upload that status again ! that photo is enough to keep. You also do not need to join the community gathering let alone a lot of men"

"You why Kaf ? Jealous ?"

Kaffa simply fell silent without acknowledging or refuting the question.

Kaffa's possessive attitude began to emerge, as if to show that Alya was just his. Likewise with Alya, he considered that Kaffa did it all because he loved her so much, Kaffa did not want any other man to approach her or even just look at a picture of her.

With innocence Alya obeyed Kaffa's will. Her cheerful self slowly shuts itself to another male friend. They love each other, but their relationship is never validated by any status.

They often exchange mobile phones to maintain each other's trust.

"Kaffa look ! very beautiful mosque. I want to come here Kaf" with his sumringah Alya showing a photo of the mosque he wants to visit

"Ohh it's a new mosque that's viral because of its architecture, huh ? hmm.. I guess if it was later yes Alya, the location is far away.it can be two hours from here. Too much risk in the way. I don't want anything to happen to you" replied Kaffa rejecting Alya's wishes

"Hmm yes no papa" Alya replied in a slightly disappointed tone

"In exchange I take you to your study building huh ?"

"ee. don't Kaf I walk aja healthier hehe"

Alya did not want to be escorted by Kaffa to college even though it was only in front of the building. Alya does not want her classmates to know more about her relationship with Kaffa. Although Alya always forgets his faith when with Kaffa, but still, he does not want to tarnish the name of a pesantren graduate who has a relationship so close to the opposite sex despite not having any status.

"You don't have to refuse, come on"

Alya could no longer refuse Kaffa's request.

"Alhamdulillah there are no front-class friends of the building" murmured Alya

"I went in first, Kaf" said Alya with a smile, rushing into the building because he was too late

"Yes"

Alya walked into the building to her class. Kaffa who was looking at Alya's back further away from his sight immediately turned his bike to leave.

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all of a sudden..

"Bira... What is Bira ? God is right, Bira, I'm sure I didn't see it wrong" kaffa's inner voice is so shocked to see a beautiful woman figure high up with her fashionable Muslim clothes that are across the street Alya building learn

"BIRAAA.." cried Kaffa calling the woman while slowly stopping the speed of her motorbike

The woman simply turned to Kaffa without responding to her call. He was in a hurry with a small run across the street immediately entering the building.

"Hahh is true that Bira, he had just turned his head.haahh Oh Allah, Biraaa" the inner voice of Kaffa who really did not expect his brief encounter with the woman.

Seemed when the class Kaffa not focused following the lecture, his body is in the class but the memory of his mind continuously rotates his brief encounter with the woman he called Bira.

"Did Bira also go to college here ? but why did Bira enter the building where Alya was studying ? are they a major ? but for almost a year more in college here I never met him in this campus.. Ahhhh her appearance is really very different now" (the inner Kaffa heart that constantly mutters thinking of Bira)

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seriate..

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Hello readers..

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