THE LOVE OF QONITA

Chapter 16 Overtime

These days, everything is going on as usual. Ichy still frequently video calls with Qonita. Sometimes he uses HP Oma Herni when with his omanya, sometimes using HP ART at home.

Faith daily sends him a message, which is only answered as necessary.

But this afternoon, Qonita had an uninvited guest. Surprised to see a man wearing formal clothes, with a facial look that looks quite tired, but does not reduce the level of good looks.

The man looks like he just got off the middle door of his car, which means he's using the driver, but not with Jamal.

Forced Qonita invited him into the house, considering that outside his house there are no chairs because the rest of the front of his house only leaves a little space.

A simple house on a very small land, which he bought from a housing developer.

"Eh, there's Om. Um bring some more toys, huh, Om?" nabil said, just coming out of the room.

"Oh my God, honey. Greetings first. Even a lot of toys," said Qonita embarrassed.

"Hahaha, sorry dear. Not bringing now. But there will be between kog, maybe tomorrow will be until."

Faith rubbed Nabil's head when the boy touched him.

While Qonita frowned at the last sentence of Faith.

Fuad who knew the Faith came, carrying some books. "This, Om. Fuad and Nabil's work" said Fuad, showing several books after Iman.

Faith sees these books. "Well cool, it's smart apparently. Good writing and coloring. This is a book that you love, right? Likes, right?"

“Like, Om," replied Fuad and Nabil simultaneously.

"Well, we'll buy another new book, yeah."

"Yes, Om," said Nabil.

"No, Om," said Fuad in conjunction with Nabil's speech.

"Haha..." Faith laughed to get a different answer from the two children.

"Where is this, Bun. Adek said yes, brother said no need." Faith glared at Qonita.

Qonita, who heard Faith calling her 'bun', could only look down and turn her head. "Thank you, but there's a lot of empty books."

The awkwardness of Qonita is lost when Vivi brings tea and cake to Iman. Yes, Vivi is sprightly for such a thing. In addition to taking care of Qonita's children, he also helped Qonita do others.

"Come on Deck, let's play again" Vivi told Fuad and Nabil.

The three of them made up the lego.

"When the tea will be made you. Let the fatigue disappear," said Iman staring at Qonita.

"Sorry."

"Hahahaha, time's sorry doank. Replace the other donk, "the god of faith.

"Hmm, what do you want?" ask Qonita.

Faith silence. Long stared at Qonita. Qonita was still waiting for an answer from Faith.

"You want to accept me, so the papa is a child" he said flatly, without the usual joking.

Qonita only opened her lips slightly, but said nothing. Then he lowered his head.

Silent

Faith did not deliberately open the conversation, he deliberately teased Qonita, he was anxious to see Qonita who was wrong because of his speech.

"Somehow my focus is always on his lips" Iman muttered in his heart.

"Working straight here, what's the need?" ask Qonita.

Faith takes a breath. "I have work outside. Long time." Faith rubbed her face. "Hope you want me to stop, before I go. I'm afraid I can't bear the weight of missing. I have enough hard work.

"How long?" ask Qonita.

The priest screamed happily in his heart. Qonita's question was like the wind of heaven to her.

The question meant that Qonita actually wanted it. If not, he may not ask how long he will be gone.

Faith answered by holding up three fingers.

"Three months?" ask Qonita. Faith shakes.

Qonita was a little surprised. "Three years?"

Faith let out a heavy sigh, not answering Qonita's question. “You're marrying me."

Qonita was speechless, she looked only at Faith, this time she did not lower her gaze.

"Dear, will you?" reset Faith.

"When do you leave?"

"Answer the question, honey, don't even come back."

"Married can't be rushed like that, Bang. There's a lot to think about. We also haven't known him for long. Don't regret it later." Qonita said softly.

"Honey, don't think it's too heavy. What do you doubt? What do you want to know about me? I'll answer now."

"It's too fast, Bang. I have to ask my mother, brother and family. I also want to feel confident, but the answer I have not yet got."

"Answer?" ask Faith. Qonita nodded.

"Are you Istikharah?" ask Faith which is answered again with a nod.

"How long?" Qonita frowned at the question of Faith. "How long does it take for you to answer?"

"I don't know."

Faith breathed a heavy sigh. "Ok, gini. Starting next, we meet your family together. I will express my intentions. You continue your Istikahrahmu."

"Ask whatever you want to ask. The important thing is not to avoid and do not reject your own feelings," said Iman firmly.

"Don't you want to go?" ask Qonita. Imam nodded.

"Then?"

"We do it after I get home."

"Huh yeah?" Qonita was surprised, how could she wait for Faith to come home for 3 years. What if the situation changed.

"Three days. I'm only gone three days."

"So you lied?" qonita asked annoyed.

"I didn't say three years, did I? I just lifted my 3 fingers. You're the one who defined it 3 years."

"So Brother said long ago."

Qonita took a long breath.

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"Package," shouted someone from outside.

Vivi opens the door and receives the package.

"What package, Vi?" ask Qonita.

"Don't know, Mom."

"Try opening."

Vivi membuka paket. "Mainan, Bu."

Qonita immediately remembered last night Iman said there would be inter. And right, the package came today.

The kids are busy playing with the new toys they get. Qonita went into the room and retrieved her HP. Then send a message.

Topic: "Assalamu'alaikum. Sorry to interrupt the night. Just want to say, makasi his toy was already sampa. Kids happy. But this is too much. Please don't."

I heard the phone ringing. Written the name of Faith on the screen HP. Qonita received the call.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waalaikum greetings, dear. What again?"

"Nothing. The package is ready."

"Hem."

"Make it."

"Together."

"But enough yes, Bang. Not anymore."

"Why?"

"Udah is too much. Our house is small. Not a lot of stuff."

Suddenly the call turned into a video call.

Qonita has not accepted it.

"Cog not accepted?"

"Again't wearing a hijab, Bang."

"Wear it for a minute, honey."

"What's the matter, Bang."

"There's need. Important."

"Yes, wait a minute."

Qonita put down her HP then put on an instant hijab. Swiping up on the HP screen redirects calls to video calls.

He could see Iman still wearing work clothes and sitting in a chair that seemed to be an office chair.

"Where's the gate?"

"In the office."

"Huh? Same who?"

"Haha..." Faith directed her HP around her office room.

There were 3 men sitting on the sofa busy with paper and laptops. Only Jamal Qonita knew.

"Don't worry, honey. The female cudgel's here. Relax, I always avoided it before."

"I'm sorry, that's not what it means."

"Haha... Gapapa, darling. You're getting better at tau no."

"Well eat?" Qonita.

"Udah. I'm glad you're gini's attention." Faith smiled, Qonita felt even more embarrassed.

"So what's up to Video Call?"

"So you said you can't give toys anymore. Because what?"

"Udah mostly, our house is cramped."

“Then move to my house."

Actually this is the reason Iman asked for a video call with Qonita, he wanted to see Qonita's face as he said that sentence.

Qonita's surprised. Down, then back to HP. But not saying anything. This is what always makes Faith anxious to see it.

"Yes, Bang. Continue working. *** -" Qonita deliberately circumvented.

"Honey," said Iman cut off Qonita's words.

"Hmmm..."

"Haha... So have you been called baby neh?" god Faith.

Qonita's face met red but not too visible on the HP screen.

"Tomorrow, I'm leaving."

"Yes, careful. May it be waged and spit out."

"Aamiinu. Love donk let spirit."

"Eh." Jamal deliberately cleared his throat to hear the words of his boss.

The three members of the Faith who went overtime threw smiles at each other. But no one dared to speak.

Faith ignores Jamal. He chose to focus on the heart.

Qonita was silent but still staring at the HP screen.

"Not really kissed, honey. Time can't be either, seh? Yes, if you don't want to let me love you. Mmuaach.”

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang."

"Waalaikum greetings, dear."