This Story is called Love
Chapter 10 Worrying
A few days after the incident, Arsen tried to look okay even though he was actually holding back the pain. Every day he went to the office as usual, behaving as usual, with full authority and often show a hard side as well as firmly if there are employees who make mistakes that are quite fatal. Or clients who want to use their company. Actually he intends to meet Qanita and ask her that. But who is he ? Why so interfere in the affairs of others, even though he had known Qanita since childhood.
So also shown by Qanita to the people around her. The more he worried about what he felt. The more he asked for clues, as if the more hesitant he was to want the young man.
Today is a holiday, Qanita plans to jog with Irtiza. They made the agreement last night and the two agreed to meet at 06:00 in front of Qanita's house.
“Aniiiit, you are ready baby, Irtiza again waiting for you in front tuh.” Call Maya.
“Iya bu.” Qanita answered while going down the stairs.
“Anit says yes ma'am, Assalamualaikum.” Kissing Maya's hand.
“Wa’alaikumussalam. Careful. Don't be long yes dear.”
‘Iya, Lady Abdillah.” Qanita replied teasing her mother while running towards Irtiza who was waiting for her.
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Surrounding their housing complex that can not be said to be small makes the two girls bored. Especially Irtiza who has started to get tired and walk with ogah-ogahan while Qanita can still run around a little.
“Cayo, you have an idea last night when I jog.” Flipping over while walking backwards and looking at Irtiza.
“Iya, yes, ice block.” Irtiza replied, and followed Qanita who was smiling slightly at her.
“Where is your lecture Ca, Faiza how is she doing ?” Ask Qanita.
“Alhamdulillah smoothly really, doain let quickly run ya Anit. Faiza is also fine.” Reply Irtiza while running around.
“Aamiin, definitely Ca.” Qanita answered briefly.
They ran for some time, until Qanita stopped suddenly, confused by what she saw. He could not distinguish a heartbeat because of running or because he saw what was in front of him. While Irtiza, still running while looking at her left without knowing if Qanita was far enough he lived.
“Eh, it's Anit's sister, but she's the same who's well ?” Irtiza said, glancing to her right side looking at Qanita, but she did not get it.
“Eeeeh, where the hell is that ice block ? Ask yourself and turn around and then look at the silent Qanita.
Irtiza approached Qanita, while Arsen and the man she was with walked towards the two girls while occasionally laughing what they were talking about. The longer they walked, the more removed the distance on them.
“Anit, Aniiiiiiit.” Call Irtiza with her distinctive voice.
“Ah, Yes Ca, why ?” Qanita
“Hah, why ? you know why, why are you like a statue like that ?”
“ngg-not really okay, just tired like.” His eyes could not help but look at the two men who were getting closer.
“Cowok is who the hell, the same brother, why did I just see well ?” Ask Irtiza.
“Oh, that's Rizky Ca, his son Pak ustadz Faiz. He used to go for a ride, and college outside the city was like that. There hasn't been a year for him to come back here.” Qanita answered honestly.
“Ih, handsome well. Eh kook you know him up to his side ?” Ask Irtiza again curiously.
Qanita is looking for answers “Eh, uh, right dad often to the mosque.”
“Contin ?”
“Already madam cempreng, come back.” Reversing his body and Irtiza turned her back on the two young men.
Before they walked far enough back to the two young men, Rizky had already called out to him first.
“Qanitaaa.” Call Rizky.
Hearing her name being called, Qanita was immediately startled and then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then turned around to look at the two men.
“Anit, how does he know your name.” Asked Irtiza who was increasingly curious to make.
While Qanita only smiled meaningfully while looking at the face of the girl beside her. Then closed his eyes once more while smiling forcefully. Now the two young men are only one meter away with Irtiza and Qanita.
“Assalammualaikum.” Rizky Sapa. “You want to go home ? He asked back, as if ignoring the two brothers beside him and beside Qanita.
“Waalaikumussalam. Yes, we want to go home.” Answer Irtiza and Qanita. Irtiza was hypnotized by the man she was facing. While Qanita's heart is pounding, either meet because of her running activity, or meet Rizky or Arsen, the young man she hated.
The gaze given by Rizky to Qanita seemed to hint at something, then Arsen's mind brought him back to remember the events of that night.
“Could it be Rizky who intends to invite Qanita ta’aruf ? If so, I really am no match for getting Qanita's heart, I'm far behind her. She was kind, smart, well-off, well-respected by Qanita and most importantly her religious knowledge was far above me. How can I compete with him ? As for me, yes I do have enough Alhamdulillah, well, maybe according to others but not with Qanita, responded by him ? Thought of course not necessarily, and my religious knowledge is still far from enough. O God, how did You give me a rival so heavy as Rizky.” Inner Arsenic.
Seeing her brother daydreaming Irtiza also called him “Kak, sister. Brother Arsen ?”
“Eh, yes deck. What's up ?” Ask Arsen.
“Ngapain daydreaming early in the morning. Let's go home.” Pulling her brother's hand and walking in front of Qanita and Rizky.
“Currently I tahhu kak, who is the young man who intends to invite Anit ta’aruf.” Inner Irtiza, who occasionally turned to Qanita and looked at her brother.
Arsen and Rizky were in class while still in Elementary School. After graduating from Elementary School, little Rizky chose a cottage owned by his father's family in one of the cities, then he continued his studies in the same city. After college he was asked to teach at a boarding school, a few years later he returned to the town where his father and mother, both of whom were, because he wanted to help both his parents take care of a small grocery store and furniture store.
A few days after returning home, he saw the girl who attracted his attention, without realizing he fell in love with the girl, almost every day he observed Qanita in silence. Until that night he ventured and intended to ask her ta’aruf by leaving her CV on the abi to give to Qanita.
Along the way, Arsen increasingly sharpened his hearing to two people who were talking and it turned out to be just chatting. Arsen's heart hurt the more he made, it was very bad he glued dead Rizky's mouth that was unceasingly asked. Not long until they were in front of the block, and it turns out that the housing block is Rizky, he immediately told the three of them.
“I go home firstwell, Assalamualaikum.” Pamit Rizky, and gave a small smile to Qanita. Arsen who saw the incident was eager to kick Rizky to the front of his house.
“Waalaikumussalam.” Answer Qanita, Irtiza, and Arsen (with a subtle tone).
The three of them walked over without anyone starting the conversation. Not long before Qanita's house. He also paid tribute to the two brothers.
“I entered first well, Assalamualaikum Ca.” said Qanita called Irtiza's name but not with Arsen, he only saw the man with a gaze that could not be interpreted by Arsen.
Irtizapun again continued his steps towards the house, Qanita is now opening the gate of his house. Only Arsen stared at Qanita's back.
“Qa.” Call Arsen.
Just a glance given by Qanita without turning her body.
“There are things I want to ask you, but I dare not ask you directly, I will send you a message later.” Arsenic.
Apparently Arsen's sentence was able to make Qanita turn around, and stop her activities open the gate.
“What ? Just ask ? Sending a message is not necessarily I will reply to it.” Qanita replied with a cold gaze as usual.
“You, must want.” Timpal Arsen with great emphasis, and a gaze that was no less cold. Then left Qanita who was still sculpting in front of her house.
Qanita who realized the change in Arsen's attitude was quite frightened. He chose to enter his house, while looking at the back of the man.
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All day long Arsen thought about what he expected this morning. Sometimes he opens HP while checking whether there is an incoming email or other important things. Message from Andripun does not exist, because this holiday Andri does not want to be bothered with business affairs. In addition, he was gathering courage to send a question message to Qanita.
While Qanita was in the balcony of her room while looking at the sun that would soon return her complaint. Checked HPnya to see if there is a message notification coming in, but it turns out to be nil.
“Say you want to ask something ? Is what you want to ask already answered ?” grunts while staring at the HP screen.
He lifted both his eyes and remembered what he said earlier “Eh, speaking of me just now, ihhh why I waited for a message from him. Ihhhh.” Throwing HP violently and fortunately fell on his mattress.
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Arsen had returned from the mosque where he usually congregated, and of course met with Rizky who made him upset. Actually every time he goes to the mosque he must see Rizky and they just say–basi. But that night Rizky walked away from him as if in a feeling of anxiety.
Currently the Arsen family is enjoying dinner accompanied by small jokes that add to the familiarity. After eating, Arsen chose to return to the room to gather the courage to send a message to Qanita. This time he had truly established his intentions.
“Assalamualaikum Qa, I asked immediately. Is Rizky the young man who intends to invite you ta’aruf. Sorry if I asked you this. But this time please answer honestly Qa.”
He waited long enough for a reply from Qanita. It further upset her and started to get emotional.
Waalaikummussalam, do you know where ? Then why is it, is there a problem with you ?
Arsen instantly retrieved his HP and saw the incoming message notification. Sure enough it was a reply to a message from Qanita.
“Why have you been replying to him for so long ? You don't need to know where I know from. Just tell him right what's not ?”
I like to reply when. Aye right.
“Is he the only person who wants to take you ta’aruf ? Please, I don't want to argue with you. So answer what I ask, don't even ask back.”
Getting a reply to such a message from Arsen made Qanita's feelings uncharitable. He watched his long room chat and then started typing.
No, a while ago someone invited me.
“Until when does he wait for an answer from you Qa ?”
Last night, tomorrow night he'll visit home. I was told by my father about his brief conversation with Ustadz Faiz.
Once again read a reply from Qanita with a heart that seemed torn, he thought that his struggle would soon end. Then he returned the message.
“Then what about me ? When are you going to give your answer ? Didn't I like you before, long before he liked you ? Is your heart still blind to your sincerity and my feelings for you?”
After sending the message, Arsen rubbed his face rough, and threw his HP towards the carpet on the floor. He decided to clean himself up before going to bed.
Meanwhile, Qanita, after reading the message made her so shocked, and was only able to close her mouth. Without realizing he cried long enough, he did not dare to reply to the message.
Tok tok tok tok
There was a knock from behind the door of his room, immediately he wiped away the tears that flowed on his cheeks. Then walk towards the door casually as if nothing had happened. He opened the door of his room.
“What mother can enter dear ?” Ask Maya.
Qanita simply nodded in agreement with slightly swollen and red eyes.
“Have you finished crying ?” Maya asks back, while looking at Qanita.
“No bu.” Following her mother in bed.
“Have you got the answer son ?”
“Not yet bu, until now Anit is still worried about Anit's own feelings.”
“Is there someone you like, son ?
Anit looked at her mother's face, her voice as if it was stuck in her throat.
“Say son, it's okay.”
“Anit does not know ma'am, after Anit received the CV, Anit asked for a hint of the Powerful. Anit just wants the best mom, whether this is the best that is given. Anit increasingly felt that someone was holding back from receiving it. But Anit doesn't know Mom. Really Anit was worried bu.”
“Means there are others nak ?”
“Entah ma'am, this is what makes Anit worried. Anit asks for instructions for CV's answer. But even Anit feels fond of others ma'am. The more Anit asked for guidance the more God lifted up Anit bu's heart. Anit worried bu.” Then weep hugging Maya.
“Son, it could be a sense of grace that is the guide and answer to your prayers, the best for the world and the hereafter, God willing. Allah surely gives the best of the good to his servant_.” Maya said while stroking Qanita's back.
The girl was just crying in her mother's arms.
“Nak, in this case you have involved the Most Love. If in the end your heart is more inclined to others. Then there's no reason to worry.” Maya says back and leaves Qanita alone.
