Thunder on Earth Love

Clara or Shafa?

"Who is the guest Fa?" Silvia's voice came from inside.

Shafa did not have time to answer, the man signaled to be silent. Shafa who was still in shock just kept silent. The moment Silvia appeared, the man immediately entered. Passing the shifting Shafa gives him a way.

"Surprise...!!!"

"Gibran...!!!" Silvi was surprised to be mixed happily. The man whose heart has returned.

Silvi hugs the man she misses so much, but Gibran holds her back. "Eits, No cuddle. Not halal."

Silvia just chipped in annoyance. The man in front of him is different. Not a man thirsty for promiscuity. It is very self-limiting. He was not a cat that was given a salty bait to devour him. Gibran's principle is to preserve the honor of a woman. Because all this time he only lived with his mother. Of course, the mother always gave advice so that her son did not go the wrong way. In his heart had embedded a soul to protect the female.

"Silvia's halalin meal, Bran. Let him have a priest who can educate him" said Alza who had just appeared from inside with Aira.

"Wait for her to graduate first, Za. Let him grow up too. Masa' yes want to marry but he managed to ask for forgiveness," said Gibran while ruffling Silvia's hair with anxiety.

They cupped their hands together to greet each other and asked for news.

"Oh yes Bran, know this Shafa." Silvia embraces Shafa's shoulders with an expanding smile. His heart is still in flowers. Shafa himself just smiled faintly. Even so the two dimples of his cheeks were clearly visible.

"Your new friend?" ask Gibran. His eyes continued to look at Shafa who was looking down

"Not really. But you've never met him. When you come here, Shafa doesn't exist. Understand he's a hard worker. So rarely at home."

Gibran just nodded his head in understanding. But the bottom of his heart was filled with curiosity. The girl's face was completely similar to Clara's. Let alone her dimples, just like Clara. Gibran is determined to find out who the girl really is.

Later, Silvia invites Gibran to chat in the air.

"Pha... Shafa..," call Alza. When he saw Shafa pensively staring at Gibran who had stepped out.

There was no response from Shafa, Alza patted his best friend on the shoulder. "Shafa.." call him again.

"Astaghfirullohal 'adzyme!" Shafa awoke from his daydream.

"Why are you Fa?" now Aira asked.

"I'm okay Ra." Shafa chose to continue his activities. While Alza and Aira say goodbye to go to school.

After the departure of his two best friends, Shafa contemplated himself sitting on a sofa. At first he glanced out the window. Gibran and Silvia were still chatting.

The wait has already found the end point. But, even himself who is not ready to open an identity. Shafa felt that the current state of affairs was still not on his side.

It seems enough to know that his mother and brother are fine, already making Shafa relieved.

The noise from the cell phone blew his daydream. Alam sent a message so that he came to the cafe if he was not busy.

Shafa hurried to get ready. His plan to relax at home did not match his shadow. His mind was troubled by Gibran's presence.

"Where are you going Fa?" reprimand Silvia when she sees Shafa coming out from inside in neat clothes.

"I need a minute Vi. Assalamu'alaikum!" Shafa hurried away avoiding Gibran's gaze.

Shafa wasn't using his motorcycle. He prefers to walk to get to the highway and then look for public transportation.

Gibran also said goodbye, arguing that there were only two of them in the house. It is not appropriate if someone is watching. Actually Gibran just wants to catch up with Shafa soon.

Gibran's car has left the yard of his girlfriend's rented house.

On the street, Shafa is still waiting for the vehicle. Gibran approached and urged Shafa to get in his car. Actually Shafa is reluctant to accept Gibran's offer but the man continues to insist. Finally Shafa wants to go with Gibran's car.

"Have we met before?" gibran asked, breaking the silence.

"I don't think so" Shafa replied briefly.

"Oh yeah. You're the employee at the cafe, right?" Gibran glanced at Shafa for a moment. Then focus on the streets again.

"Hmmm..."

Shafa's reply made Gibran comment on a smile. "Where are you going?" ask again.

"Ke Cafe belongs to my friend." Again Shafa only answered briefly. His eyes looked out the car window.

"You're very irritating to talk yes. How much do I pay to talk at length?" gibran said while chuckling.

"Silvia says you're a hard worker. Besides working at my cafe do you work anywhere else?"

"No" Shafa still persisted with his cold demeanor. Of course he tried his hardest to hold back. Maybe if the circumstances support, Shafa will immediately scatter into the arms of the brother. Someone he misses so much.

Not felt, the car is parked in front of the cafe owned by Alam. Shafa immediately went down after saying thank you.

Gibran also came down. Following Shafa into the cafe.

"Well, why are you coming in?"

"I just want to try the menu here. I came as a new customer" Gibran said casually, then took his place at one of the tables.

Since when did Brother Gibran become nyebelin kayak gini? The effects of staying in the country of people.

Shafa went inside with a slightly irritated feeling.

"Good morning by noon Ma'am Shafa!" greet one of the employees.

"For Rahma!" greet Shafa kindly. "Oh yeah, help you serve the guests in front of it." Shafa's index finger pointed at Gibran.

"Ok Ma'am Shafa!"

The servant immediately headed towards Gibran and gave him a menu book.

Shafa meets Nature in her room. It turned out that Nature asked for help to recap the month-end data. Shafa gladly helps the work of Nature. Taking care of the Cafe and the inn does make Nature a little overwhelmed. He doesn't trust anyone else. Fear of repeating past events.

Where the manager embezzled his money. Until the cafe went bankrupt. Nature is forced to borrow money from loan sharks. But it turns out that Nature can't get her debt back in time. Until he almost died beaten by the loan shark's men. Accidentally, Shafa who was passing by saw the incident. He helps Nature and pays her all her debts. Shafa also added capital to Cafe Alam.Dengan capitalize on the savings left by Fachri they agreed to build lodging.

But soon, the waiter came in and told him that the person he was serving ordered a mango sauce gurame. While the chef who used to cook the menu was on leave.

Finally Shafa cooked himself. Deftly he prepared the ingredients. Cleaning the fish, frying it. Then make mango sauce.

A few minutes later the cooking was ready. Shafa plated it beautifully. Cuisine that was once simple, will look special when in the hands of Shafa.

In the past he could not cook, but with his perseverance to continue learning finally Shafa can. He also learned a lot from the chef at the Cafe owned by Nature.

Gibran gasped at the look of the food in front of him. It was completely different from what he imagined.

"Wow... This is really pretty. Very interesting and appetizing."

"You are right Sir. Beautiful as he made it" said the waiter who delivered Gibran's order.

"Is your chef a girl?"

"No sir, all the cooks here are men. But the one who cooks your order is Miss Shafa, because it just so happens that one of the chefs is on holiday" said the waiter politely.

"Does he work here?"

"No sir but he is the largest shareholder in this Cafe," replied the waiter, who later resigned.

Gibran looked around, a rather large cafe. Next to it was an inn. Surrounded by green plants and beautiful scenery. Not much different than his cafe.

Gibran is increasingly confused with the figure of Shafa. If he has a stake in this Cafe why did Shafa choose to work at his Cafe? Wouldn't he be able to earn an income with just a foot barge. No need to sweat to make money.

He also doubts that Shafa is Clara. There's no way Clara could cook. Clara never held a kitchen appliance. She's a spoiled girl who's all been prepared by the maid. And again, Shafa is a hardworking figure. Clara can get whatever she wants without working. Anyway, how could Clara be in this town. He lives in Jakarta with his father. Plus Clara is not a hijab-wearing and graceful girl like Shafa.

If Gibran remembers Clara, he is increasingly shrouded in longing, his spoiled and adorable little girl. The last time they met was three years ago while in a shopping mall. Clara cried asking him and his mother to go home. His heart was heartbroken when he remembered the incident.

And when he saw Shafa, Gibran seemed to see the figure of Clara. Physically, there are many similarities between them. But by nature, they are very different.

Not wanting to get more dissolved in the turmoil of his mind, Gibran ate his food greedily. It also feels like it looks. Very indulgent tongue with savory spicy sensation and sour taste of mango.

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Thanks for your attention readers!😊