The Little Doomsday of My Heart

Profound admiration

It looks like Kaffa in the class is taking lessons. But he still smiled a little considering the incident that made him fall asleep.

A second later, he remembered something.

"Aaarggghhhh my goal is to meet Alya right to ask Bira. Why am I so lost ?" kaffa's inner murmuring while hitting the table

"Why Kaffa ? is something wrong ?" ask the lecturer

"Ohhhh. em. sorry sir. no sir." Kaffa replied nervously as the whole class noticed his strangeness

Although he had fun with Alya, but still this female figure named Bira filled his mind. As if not to leave.

One morning was bored.

"My money is running low, but this is only the second week, the end of the month is still a long time" said Alya spoke to himself while looking at the contents of his wallet

He took his cell phone to call someone.

"Eneng opo nduk" said a woman on the phone with a typical Javanese speech style. Who else wouldn't be her mother

"What's up, son ?"

"Bu. em. dhuwit Alya entek Bu. Iso ora I sent dhuwit maneh ?" pinta Alya hesitantly

"money Alya is over, Mom. Can you not send me any more money ?"

"Lohh ndukkk's.. Wingi mom sent your liyane kanggo."

"Loh son. Yesterday I sent more to you"

"Yoo wis entek Ma'am. The needs of this lecture akeh tenan, ne banned books, opo maneh Alya kudu tuku drug"

"Yes, it's over, Mom. The need for this college is a lot, the books are also expensive. Moreover, Alya must buy medicine"

"Yowes. sisuk I sent maneh"

"Tomorrow I send it again"

Alya lied to her parents. Even though his monthly money was used up to meet the needs and desires of Kaffa. But he never thought about it all. For Kaffa whatever He's willing to do. He was in the city having fun, while his parents in the village banged bones to work hard to meet the needs of his lecture.

"Kaffa, we'll have lunch in the cafeteria. I didn't have time to go to the vegetable stall this morning, because misfortune didn't have time to cook" Alya's finger typed the message and sent it to Kaffa

Dikant..

Both focused on eating each other's meals, but Kaffa broke it down with a question he had long wanted to ask.

"Emmm.. Alya, do you know about Bira ? kaffa asked hesitantly but seemed to be seriously staring at Alya with a hard-to-understand look

"Bira ? Bira who ?" alya replied casually while enjoying the food

"Yes Bira. I once saw him enter the same building you studied in. Emmm. The person is tall, the hijab is long beyond you, the skin is yellow" said Kaffa while demonstrating his explanation

"It's Abira. You know ?"

"Don't know anymore even I know Kaf. He's my classmate. What's wrong ?"

Deg

"Whata... classmate.why I never knew all this time. For years I have been looking for him. He turned out to be near me, but I never realized that" Kaffa's inner self did not expect the reality he heard

"Kafs.. Caffa.. Haloo Kaffaaaa.. Why bengong ?" call Alya while waving her hand in Kaffa's face

"Ohh no papa Al, startled, how did I just know ya hehe. Jutek is the one"

"emmm. jutek. ga is too. But he was a bit closed. Rarely out of class, most to the mosque. He rarely joins other children. Even if it's just for talking. But if you talk to me it's good. Moreover, children like to make him a place to find solutions, because his gentle advice is soothing. Eh I asked why are you nanyain Abira ? you know ?"

"She's my friend, we used to go to school"

Flashbacks..

Kaffa who noticed the female figure of tomboy, cold and jutek. But the woman was able to make him even more curious. The more he tried to get closer, the more cold the woman looked to him. His intelligence always amazes Kaffa. Because he was Caffa desperately studying harder so that He could compensate him and even defeat him. Kaffa thought that way He could approach Abira. The attitude of mutual elbow is like a dog and a cat in a cartoon. One wants to survive and one wants to beat, precisely those times make Kaffa love him more. True, Abira Khanza Az-Zahra was her first love. But unfortunately, until the deadline for high school runs out, the purpose of Kaffa was never realized. They were separated because Abira went to a different school with Kaffa.

"But honestly I'm actually amazed Kaf tablets with him" said Alya breaking Kaffa's daydreams

"Amused ?"kaffa answered in surprise

"Yes amazed. Although his attitude is so and rarely liked by children, his friend is most only Rosa who fits him, but I often pay attention to him. I even like to be jealous of him. I'm the only graduate of the pesantren in that class, but if the matter of Islamic science and children's advice goes directly to him. He rarely talks, he avoids discussions that will end up gossiping about someone. But once he said it was all meat. Especially about Islamic civilization, wahh he jaga. Once in the beginning of college, he once handled 3 hours of lesson time and answered all the questions of children deftly. Because our Islamic lecturers did not enter. She is tall, sweet, her posture is very good, how to dress especially. Although the hijab is longer than me, but she's very smart to match everything. Seeing him seemed to dismiss people's bad assumption that dressing syar'i is old-fashioned, like mothers"

Hearing Alya's explanation, Kaffa was washed away in his daydream. He kept smiling a faint smile even though Alya did not see it.

"But he used to be a tomboy loh his son" said Kaffa who was increasingly curious about the figure of Abira

"Well that's him. Maybe when you went to school with him he wasn't what he is now. Now he has changed far. I've told the story of Abira's change. He just described his old self like that and now he's changing no because of what ? Because of his affection for his parents and brothers. He said he did not want to because his sin caused his father to go to hell and even dragged his brother and he proved it with his change. He also said, in fact he was jutek, cold, it was to suppress his lust so as not to continue to give opportunities to the devil who tempts him to sin. It was from his affection that made him even more eager to explore Islam."

"Even yes, he does not want a frame photo of the same man who is not his mahram, he also does not want to ride an online motorcycle taxi that the driver is male. He is willing to ride a female motorcycle taxi whose price is much more expensive. It's really cool. I was amazed at the way he looked after her. I just can't be like that. Well, how does anyone always tease me." Abira's code whose eyes are headed toward Kaffa

"hehehehe" the two chuckled at what Alya meant

After that long day. At night Kaffa seemed to be thinking about Abira. The explanation given by Alya makes him want to be friends with Abira again. Kaffa smiles considering their previous disagreement that made him fall in love with Abira, the woman of the past who had been in his heart.

"When I was looking for you, I didn't even get any information about you. But when I've forgotten you, you just come again to appear in this life without me having to bother looking. Aargghhh why must Abira be years old"

"You even came up with a different figure. Why can we now prefer to explore the same science. Why Islam ? why do we always like the same things ? But physics, aarghh physics is indeed your expertise. Then your thirst for science never changes. Always wanting to know new things" Kaffa murmured as he closed a pillow to his face that did not stop remembering Abira's figure

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seriate..