Thunder on Earth Love

Who Him?

Shafa was still glued to his seat until the man disappeared from his sight.

"Am I just hallucinating? But he looked so real, his voice also sounded real. Oh my God! For a long time I could go crazy because of Fachri," Shafa murmured frustratedly as he rubbed his face.

He really doesn't understand the situation now. Is his mental state in trouble at the moment? Is it possible that someone who has died can come back? But it's impossible.

Shafa rubbed the rest of his tears with a wet tissue he took from inside his bag. Do not forget to also take a blue scarf, then draped it neck. The breeze fluttered the scarf beautifully. As if to blow away the wearer's grief.

Fachri's blue scarf is always with Shafa wherever he goes. One of the items that become a distributor misses. Carrying the scarf, Shafa felt always close to Fachri. I feel like he is looking after her all the time.

Shafa felt quite right where he was going. Walk her feet through the path. After finding the vehicle he intends to meet the only person he knows in the city.

Now Shafa has arrived at a fairly large cafe. Many visitors that afternoon to fill their stomachs are asking for rations.

When he came in, the employees greeted him kindly. Then Shafa headed to the cafe owner's room.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" shafa said as he opened the door.

Looks like a man in a white shirt is busy struggling with a laptop on his desk. Suddenly someone opened the door. "Wa'alaikumsalam!" the answer.

"May I enter Sir?" shafa asked in a joking tone.

"Sorry Miss! I don't accept guests. You can come after the camel's leaflet" the man replied.

Shafa chuckled softly, then stepped inside. "When are camel leaflets?" he asked as he pulled the chair in front of the man's desk and sat down casually.

"The end of the Hajj season is possible" the man replied without taking his eyes off his laptop. He was busy typing something.

"Hajj is over."

"I thought you'd forgotten to come here?" satirize that man.

"Oh Brother Alam, don't be pretentious so. You know I've been busy lately" said Shafa, putting his arms on the table.

Yes, that man is Alamshah Ramadhan. Fachri's best friend while studying in Jakarta. Coincidentally they were found, because indeed Nature was born in the city where the Shafa escape today.

"You are busy after you leave this cafe and choose to work elsewhere," he said while facing Shafa.

"So you know, I worked at the cafe so I could meet my mom and sister."

"Then how is it going now? Have you met them?"

Shafa's facial expression turned soft. "Not Kak, but the senior employees said they'll be back from abroad in the near future."

"May your mission succeed Shafa. I'm only worried about your health if you come home late and take your time off." Nature takes it seriously. Because he knows, Shafa has never worked hard before. The girl in front of him was very fancy. Until the girl decided to leave her life first and choose a simple life.

"God willing I am strong Brother. Just one more step I can meet my mom and sister." The sparkle again radiated from Shafa's face.

Alam sighed, then contacted his employees to deliver a drink. Shafa looked silent and Nature could read Shafa's countenance looking at something.

"Are you in trouble now?" ask Nature.

Shafa lowered his gaze, trying to hide the sadness that was currently regaining control of his heart. "So I met a guy who looked like Fachri. Is it possible that Fachri is still alive, brother?" This time Shafa looked up his head asking for the opinion of Nature.

Nature chuckles at Shafa's question. "Don't be silly Fa! People who have died may live again. This is not the time of Isa, Shafa."

"I'm serious Brother. I actually met him. He's very real." Shafa spoke with great earnestness. Then he recounts his encounter with someone he considers Fachri.

Nature is listening seriously. Shafa stopped telling stories when an employee walked in to deliver drinks. Then continue again when the servant is gone. The nature that listens to Shafa's story can't just believe it either. Where could Fachri be back. He himself watched the funeral of his best friend. When he saw the look of sadness on Shafa's face, Nature decided to comfort the girl before him. He knows Shafa still can't forget Fachri. Until finally annoying words came out of the mouth of Nature.

"He could be the ghost waiting for the place. Because you shouted Fachri's name, so he changed into Fachri" said Alam with a laugh. "Be careful not to go to that place again later there is a genderuwo who has a crush on you," he continued.

Shafa became annoyed with Nature's joke. It turns out that man's nature never changes. Still like to joke.

"Hopefully not a genderuwo but a prince who has a crush on me later," Shafa said annoyed.

"Which middle-of- nowhere prince could later melt the heart of a stubborn Shafa." Nature is increasingly laughing at Shafa. "Are you not able to move on from Fachri's brother?" tanyakanya.

"No one can replace Fachri. If I need to, I'll catch up with Fachri there." Shafa got up from his seat. "I'll excuse you, Assalamu'alaikum." He walked away from the room of Nature.

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" alam lirih. Shafa had already walked out of his room. Nature can only cluck confused with the fate line that Shafa must live. He knew Shafa's position was very difficult. At a young age he had to face the rigors of life. Abandoned by those he loves. But luckily Shafa is a strong and mature-minded girl.

Nature continues her work. He has been busy since Shafa decided to work elsewhere. Shafa used to help himself take care of the cafe.

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"You're ready, the boss of the Cafe owner will come soon" said one senior employee.

Shafa immediately changed into a uniform. He was nervous and also happy to soon meet his mother and brother. His initial goal was to work at the cafe.

Once tidy, he immediately joined the other employees up front. A few minutes later a luxury car entered the Cafe parking area. A dashing and handsome young man wearing casual clothes got down from the car. Then followed by the middle-aged woman who still looks beautiful and graceful with simple clothes she wears.

The moment the two men entered the Cafe, Shafa held back all his might. Although he really misses the two figures who are now in one room with him, but he must wait for the right time.

A friendly greeting was made by the two people who had just entered. The manager immediately followed them.

"How's the cafe doing while I'm away?" ask the cafe owner.

While his son looked at the only hijab girl among the employees. "His face is not foreign. But who is he?" he murmured in the heart. Shafa who felt noticed immediately lowered his face.

"Everything is safe under Mrs Olivya's control" the manager replied.

"good. Continue your work!" Madame Olivya immediately entered her study long enough to leave. While his son followed the manager of his room.

"Is there anything I need to help Gibran?" ask the manager named Fahmi. Then let Gibran sit down.

"I was just curious about the hijab-wearing woman" Gibran said.

"He's a new employee here, only about two months he worked," said Fahmi.

It seems Gibran is not satisfied with Fahmi's answer. He asks Fahmi for the girl's data. Soon Fahmi returns with the girl Gibran requested.

For a moment Gibran read the profile in his hand. "So her name is Shafa, an orphan girl and just a kara in this town" Gibran murmured. But Fahmi can still hear it.

Shafa deliberately falsified the data. To protect themselves from unwanted things.

"She's a talented girl, her cooking deserves a thumbs up too. That's why I've also made him a substitute chef. When the chefs asked for leave." Fachmi tells her why she accepted Shafa's work.

"All right." Gibran stood up from his seat. "I'll excuse you. Thank you for working so well as long as my mom and I are gone."

"Together with Gibran. That is my responsibility" Fahmi said politely.

Then Gibran stepped out of his manager's room. He's driving around the cafe. See if there are any significant changes or not.

In front of the visitors began to arrive. Just to make coffee and hang out. There are also young couples who may be dating. The cafe is very comfortable. Menu and food prices also vary from prices for the lower class to the upper class. Everything is neatly packed there.

Places visitors are also distinguished, for ordinary visitors the front room. And for the upper class, the room is inside. Around the cafe there is also a garden and a mini fountain. Anyone who was there must have felt at home. Because it is treated to a sight that refreshes the eyes. Colorful flowers surround the Cafe area. Even at each table there are fresh flowers arranged in a beautiful vase.

Olivya is indeed a smart figure in opening business opportunities. Until he can live independently with his son.

Meanwhile outside, Gibran was still going around enjoying the atmosphere that afternoon. Then his eyes were fixed on the hijab figure who was busy arranging food on the tray. Other employees were amazed by Gibran's good looks.

"Ouch... Gibran is getting hotter!" said one of Shafa's friends who was next to him. Name's Ririn. "He looked back here. My heart feels like it's going to explode..." Ririn held onto her chest in a lebay style.

"Don't worry you Rin! Where might Mas Gibran glimps at employees of smallness like you," said Arif, a male employee who was carrying drinks in the future.

"Syirik aja lo!" ririn Ogat. Arif is already walking ahead. Then Ririn followed him with food.

Shafa just seemed silent. Sometimes he glanced at Gibran who was now standing outside. Their view was only blocked by the clear glass wall. The kitchen area uses glass walls. But the kitchen area is very private, no one can enter except employees.

Gibran chooses to enter the kitchen, he is very curious about the girl named Shafa. His face was no stranger to her.

As Gibran got closer, Shafa thought of a way to avoid the man.

No one had the chance to walk away there was already a voice calling his name.

"She...!" call Gibran. Employees at the place were astonished to see their superiors enter the kitchen area and call the name of one of their employees.

Shafa himself did not know what would happen if Gibran could recognize him.

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