The Seventh Halal Love Adventure
Cold Men
"Three words to you, Beautiful, Sholehah, And Sweet, I'll make you the destination for me to complete this Rib"
(Fakhri Akmal Naufal)
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• _Happy Reading •
”You're coming with me!" Said the man while pointing towards Syaqila. Syaqila turned to Fadil who was also staring at him.
”Why should I come with you?" Syaqila asked as she looked at the man before her.
The man opened his black glasses and then made a sound. ”I don't want my employees to be late just to drop you off, so rather than bothering her it's better for you I'll drop off." Obviously the man with his flat face.
Syaqila frowned, indeed this man before him was a strange son of Mystery. ”I can ride ojek, I do not need to be delivered with father." Reject Syaqila in as gentle a tone as possible.
”Yakin? Here there is no Ojek or Taxi that passes, you will be late if you wait because as I remember here there is rarely a public vehicle." Said the man Syaqila immediately turned to the canoe and left and sure enough there is no vehicle either in the form of Ojek or Taxi.
”Sya you are the same Mr. Fakhri. I'm afraid you're late." Advice Fadil. Syaqila thought for a moment and exhaled slowly.
”OK I'm coming with you, but I'm sitting in the back seat huh." Syaqila looked at the man who was like a rich man's son, in a pitch-black suit and also a white shirt with coloured subordinates matching the suit he was wearing.
”Well let me be busy too." Barren man Syaqila glanced at Fadil for a moment as Fadil nodded his head trying to speak he would be fine.
Syaqila immediately boarded the latest luxury car, with a gaze spread Shaqila's abject trying to avoid eye contact with this man he did not know.
The car was bolted to defend the morning highway that was crowded with various types of people with their respective busyness.
”Ekhem!"
A deheman from someone made Syaqila immediately reflex turned his head and looked at the man who was driving in front of him.
”Udah how long do you work?" Fakhri asked pleasantries, Syaqila sighed softly.
”From High School's end." Syaqila answered while remaining focused on staring at the highway.
”Ohh Haven't lecture?"
”So, I don't want to take care of parents, college costs are expensive so I just sentin for direct work." Syaqila. Fakhri nodded in understanding.
”Can't talk his gaze don't go in any direction!"
Syaqila Menoleh stared at this newly familiar figure. ”Lah fierce."
”I only tell the truth, you should be able to not if spoken to it focus!" The man sighed softly, while Syaqila felt uneasy being near the man.
”Sorry sir I accidentally, I just don't want to get in eye contact with someone who isn't my mahrom." Saying Syaqila as she ducked, Fakhri looked at Syaqila.
”Sorry I just want you to focus, You see I'm not ordinary in the Afwan cuekin." Syaqila looked up, Hearing Fakhri's soft words. Either Nafisya felt uncomfortable again after Fakhri's speech just now.
Syaqila took it slowly, then continued his activity looking at the highway filled with various cars and motorcycles there were also those who banged bicycles even though a little.
After about Thirty minutes of Syaqila arriving at his workplace, Fakhri glanced at the Supermaket on the side of the road. ”You Work here?" Fakhri asked while remaining Focused on staring at that shopping center.
”Gakpapa I go first ya." Fakhri. Syaqila nodded and then made a sound.
”Thank you for the ride," After that Fakhri immediately drove his car to the place of Erata. His company belongs to his father, who is now his.
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Syaqila was very busy this afternoon because the supermaket where she worked was crowded so she had to serve the customers without caring about her. Yes because Syaqila had not eaten during the time it arrived, it made the hull a little sore. Understand it because Syaqila has a history of ulcer disease.
”Sya. You just rest first, you haven't eaten your stomach yet you don't hurt?" Tanya Nadia one of Syaqila's coworkers.
”Iya Nad's. The stage is also over" said Syaqila while continuing her activity.
Nadia glanced at Syaqila from the corner of her eye, She knew that Syaqila was now experiencing pain in the hull, But still she could not do anything. Because she knew Syaqila was a disciplined and stubborn woman.
”Alhamdulillah it's done." Syaqila said with a tone of relief because he could go home immediately everything was sorted out and soon the Supermaket was closed.
”Udah Yes?" Nadia asked while lifting a medium-sized Box containing Oranges and then placed together Stacked Other Oranges.
Syaqila nodded slowly then tidied up everything before darting back home. ”Alhamdulillah already, Beres hehe." Answer Syaqila with the Index Finger and Thumb put together to form the letter O.
”What are you going home for?"
Syaqila looked over and looked at her friend. ”Tadi Mas Fadil said he'd pick me up, but don't know."
”Cieee you are very close to Fadil. You like Mamas Fadil." Nadia laughed crisply but the words from Nadia managed to make a red tinge on Syaqila's cheek just appear, Syaqila immediately neutralized the mimic of her face and sighed softly and beristighfar.
”What the hell, Fadil is nobody I'm okay." Syaqila focused himself on the work that was almost done. ”Udah back home!"
Nadia nodded and walked after Syaqila who had come out first. The afternoon breeze was so striking and shaking the Khimar worn by Syaqila.
Plus the leaves that fall due to the wind successfully make Syaqila feel peaceful and even calm, the afternoon gospel road is also not too crowded so that anyone will feel rilex.
”Sya I diluan ya." Nadia said with a smile.
”Yes be careful ya Nad." Answer Syaqila. Nadia passed away to her house which was not too far from the Supermaket.
Syaqila is still faithfully waiting for the arrival of Fadil who will pick him up. Actually Syaqila did not want to be picked up but Fadil forced. Syaqila can only follow.
After a while a white car stopped right in front of Syaqila. And it's not Fadil's car.
Syaqila glanced at the car and recalled. Yes it was a car from Fakhri. Why he came, The car glass looks open and shows the figure of Fakhri who is still neat with his work coat.
”Log in!" Pinta Fakhri with a gaze towards the highway.
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