This Story is called Love
Chapter 9 Thinking
Arsen's focus was again split as someone reached out to help him stand up, as Isya's adhan was about to be proclaimed. He saw the hand. How surprised Arsen was, it turned out that the hand belonged to the father of the girl he loved. His face was very calm and soothing, and covered with a smile. He did not see the cold and flat eyes, as he had seen all this time.
With those hands down, as their palms touched, Arsen felt the spirit that Abdillah gave him, as if telling the young man not to give up.
“Come, this is already want Isya. If you want to go to the bathroom immediately.” Abdillah.
The 25-year-old man was still stunned by what he saw. “Ba-good om, I go to the bathroom first.”
The middle-aged man simply threw a smile at him.
***
Now that the Saad family is enjoying dinner, it seems that they are enjoying one of the blessings given by the Creator. But not with Arsen, he just stirred up the food without intending to eat it in the slightest. Seeing Arsen who returned moody, made all the family members only silent a thousand languages. Diana, who realized her son was not well, tried to persuade him.
“Nak, eat. How can you live your days if you eat only you are reluctant ?”
“Tasteful arts ma.” Lazy answer.
“Arsen, papa knows, what are you thinking. But don't you ultimately have to submit to His decree_ son ?” Saad's voice softened a little.
Arsen said nothing, then he remembered the words profiled by Qanita. He understands now, even though he so wants to be with Qanita, but the Power knows what is best for him and for Qanita the girl he loves.
Soon Arsen ate his food, although it did not run out at least the food went into his stomach.
***
Abdillah was in the family room with Qanita, whom she called after dinner.
“This is for you Anit, earlier ustadz Faiz entrusted him to father.” Abdillah gave it to Qanita.
Accepted the chocolate map lazily “Iya, dad. Thank ye. Anit pay to room first yah.” He lifted his body from the chair and walked into the room.
“Wait son, dad knows. That the CV on your desk you didn't open a single one. But this time, please open it and read the CV in front of dad.” Abdillah said with great emphasis.
Seen by his father with a glare. Then his gaze was reverted back to the brown map. With hesitation he began to open it, how surprised he was. Who sent the CV to him.
“Allahurobbi !” Only that was able to come out of his closed mouth on the sidelines of his finger. While holding the CV, he began to read black on the white paper. Her tears were unstoppable again.
“Dad, does it deserve him who is so perfect to send CV Ta’arufnya on Anit well ?”
“Dad expected it.” Abdillah said, when he saw a photo of a handsome man from the paper on his son's lap.
“Darling, think about this. All options are in your hands.” Abdillah stood up from her seat and stepped into the room, leaving Qanita alone still looking confused.
For a long time he pondered while paying attention to those few sheets of paper. Then he went back to his room and got ready for bed. He just wants to sleep now.
***
Tomorrow, when morning comes. Qanita was in front of her house and was about to leave for work. When going to run his favorite matic motorbike, he saw a fairly luxurious car through the front of his house, but did not care much about it. Run a motorbike and break down the residential streets. The car stopped in front of Saad's house.
Yes, the car contained only Andri who was picking up Arsen his superior. Some time waiting now the car broke down the road again and contained two men. Since Arsen agreed to Saad's request to take care of the head office, a little make Saad berleha-leha at home, the morning he filled with leisurely walk and dropping off school sibungsu.
As Arsen passed by Qanita's house, Arsen turned his gaze to see if the girl had left for work or not. It turns out that the matic motor he usually uses is no longer in front of the house, it means he has gone to work.
His face returned glum, and recalled the incident at the mosque last night.
“Young boss why ?” Andri asked suddenly.
“Ah, it's okay Ndri. My schedule today what are ?” Ask to distract Andri.
“Jam 9 there is a meeting with company A, after that bla, bla, bla,” replied Andri quickly while paying attention to the face of his boss with the tail of the eye.
“Am I going home tonight again Ndri ? I want to see Royyan, have not seen him in a long time.” Gentle Arsenic speech.
Andri could read that his boss was not okay.
“It looks like today is not until the night once boss, maybe Magrib we will be able to go home.” Answer Andri.
“Sgratitude.”
He removed his phone from his pants pocket, and started typing a message for Royyan.
Yan, is it busy tonight ? we met at the regular cafe. Seven o'clock but 30 minutes.
After typing the message, then send it on “Royyan Setngh Waras”.
In other places, Royyan who is now busy checking the files suddenly his attention is diverted to his HP indicating there is an incoming message. Viewed the message and its sender “Arsen Skew”. After reading the message his lips revealed a mocking smile.
“Nih child, there must be another problem. It is not possible to meet suddenly. And usually do not mention my name, must say half sane.” Guan Royyan's.
Iyeee. That was all Royyan sent to Arsen, a sign he agreed.
Just like Arsen, Royyan also continued his family business in the field of hospitality. Both of them work hard to be worthy as the successor of their respective family businesses.
***
Just like what Andri said this morning that they were going home around Magrib. Now they were on their way home just after the adzan magrib reverberated. A little different from Arsen, Qanita had arrived home a few hours ago and was now whistling to pray Magrib. After performing the prayer does not make the girl move from the top of the prayer mat and choose to take a prayer also a Qur’an.
At this time, Qanita was pensive in her room while looking at the sheet of paper from the brown map given by her father.
“Yes Robbi. I thought about accepting it. But why does my heart seem reluctant to agree, what exactly is this ?” Ask.
HP on the bedside table. Looking for her brother's contact, after having contact with the name “Kak Syi”. He made a call.
Assalammualaikum.
“Waalaikummussalam sis, are you busy?”
No deck, this is sister watching TV anyway, mas you are also a student of files. What's the deck ?
“Kak, last night there was a young man who entrusted his CV to Anit.”
Then ? Don't tell me you didn't open the deck ?
“Nggak brother, Anita open and read in front of my brother.
Who was that young man on deck, until dad told you to open that CV in front of him ? But I'm sure you already know, if all this time you never open the CV sent to you ?
"Yes, brother, I know brother. The young man was his youngest son Ustadz Faiz. Rizky Alfaiz kak.”
What deck ? did you hear wrong ? The man whose voice is melodious, especially if the adzan, the Qur’nya reading trus also it. What do you like about that shady face ? Masya Allah deck. How is the deck ? Immediately, Qanita was bombarded by her brother.
“I don't know yet, brother, I was told to think this well with dad. Honestly, brother, I thought about accepting the call ta’arufnya sak, but I also do not know what it feels like I kak.”
I have a point deck, you better think this is a good deck. But remember well, Rizky's a good boy. Insha'allah. You asked for instructions on deck. Istiqarah.
“So, I closed well sis, thank you sis. Assalamualaikum.”
Waalaikummussalam.
After deciding on a call with her brother, she put HP in its original place.
“What exactly makes me like this. Hah.” He muttered to himself.
***
Arsen is now in his cafe. He was waiting for Royyan who he said was on his way. As usual he chose to sit in the corner of his favorite place when visiting this cafe. Long enough to wait, then he saw the man who was waiting for it was walking towards him.
“Assalamaicum. Sorry Ar had a bad business earlier.” Royyan said and sat down in front of Arsen.
“Waalaikummussalam. Iyee is okay.” Sahut Arsen lazy.
“Why the hell ?” Ask Royyan directly.
Arsen took a deep breath and threw it rough “I want it so badly Yan, but I also want to see him happy.”
“You said what the hell Ar, I don't understand. The real thing if you say, do not like the dong puzzle that must be arranged first. Confused I want to compose, males also.” Sergey Royyan.
“Eh, half sane. Last night I saw at the mosque where I and my family used to worship with Qanita's family. There was an ustadz who nitipin CV someone to his father, and the CV was for Qanita. Understand you.” Arsen said at length to Royyan.
“Trus relationship with you what ?” Royyan asked casually, instead busy chewing.
“Huh, Arroyan Alfarizi, the CV ta’aruf. That means that Qanita wants to be invited to ta’aruf the owner of the CV. If Qanita nerima will automatically go to serious level again, and they could be married.” Arsenic said half emotion.
Hearing Arsen Royyan say in action “What ?” spitting out food and staring at the interlocutor in confusion.
“Yaaaaan, shocked, shocked. Don't use nyembur.” Replied Arsen upset.
“Sorry, sorry Ar. Genuine keget me. How are you trus ? Still want to fight for him ? Or start thinking about it ? Royyan asked while cleaning the food he had sprayed earlier.
“So, I'm starting to think about making Yan sick. I'm sure what he's talking about ta’aruf isn't just one. I also believe that my rival is heavy-weight Yan.” Answer weakly.
“Ar, before you want to mending mending you think it used to be okay. I'm sure sooner or later he'll learn to open his heart to you. This is just Ar's advice from me. Thought mature sob.” Royyan said wisely.
Arsen said nothing. He just squinted his forehead slowly while closing his eyes.
***
In the TV front room Diana was worrying about Arsen coming out without saying goodbye. Irtiza and Azel were watching accompanied by Saad.
“Ma, mom why ? What does mama hurt ?” Ask Azel.
“No dear, mama is just worried about your brother.” Answer Diana.
“Ma, most sisters just go to cefe where he usually hangs out with brother Royyan kok.” Irtiza comforted her mother.
“Iya ma, biarin first ma. If he is ready to make a story. She must be the story ma.” Saad is entertaining.
“Actually what's the same she pa ?” Diana asked Saad.
Hearing Diana's question, immediately made Saad turn his gaze to his wife. “Yesterday is waiting for prayers Isya, papa, Abdi, and ustadz Faiz chat. Up to ustadz Faiz gave a chocolate map to Abdi, and that was for Qanita. It looks like the map CV ta’aruf a young man who wants to invite Qanita ta’aruf ma. And Arsen wriggled it.”
Diana simply closed her mouth and was reluctant to imagine the terrible possibility that would happen to her eldest son. While Irtiza and Azel were just dumbstruck, until all that was left in the room was only the sound from the TV for a while.
