Wrong Khitbah
144. SK 2: REFRESHING
Today Akhtar will take Zahwa for a walk and culinary as he promised last night.
after resting at home for three days, make Zahwa quite saturated and want to jelan-walk out.
Akhtar's plan is to bring Zahwa
vacation to a place close to their location only. Later to other tourist attractions.
Zahwa eagerly prepared themselves and their needs. Making sure nothing is left behind, he returns
re-checking his luggage.
Akhtar clasped Zahwa's hand tightly, as they walked.
When a little crowded with people, Akhtar would lock Zahwa in his arms to protect him.
On the way, Zahwa stopped his steps when he saw an ice cream shop whose seller did an attraction that was quite attention-grabbing.
Akhtar, with all his sensitivity, invited Zahwa to buy ice cream there.
"why you?"
"two can?" pinta Zahwa's
"alright, this time. Next time it should not be a lot" Akhtar said.
"hu'um" Zahwa nodded quickly
When he was going to take ice cream from the stick offered by the seller, he suddenly made a hanger when the ice cream was turned over and then thrown up.
Zahwa was stunned by the shock of holding his breath. He breathed regularly when the ice cream was caught and returned to full form.
"Ahahahaha" the audience laughs after they hang like Zahwa.
Watching such attractions is enough to successfully tickle Zahwa's stomach to continue laughing and giggling in awe.
They sat on a bench to enjoy the ice cream. Because Zahwa felt a little hard to eat it. They decided to walk to the parking lot and eat in the car.
Akhtar turned on the glass darkening mode to keep it from being seen from the outside. After that he opened the Zahwa veil which immediately enjoyed two ice creams at once.
After that they went back out and continued their path.
"Yank.kok I want to eat all yes" said Zahwa while looking at the entire range of hawker sellers on the roadside.
" One by one, remember dear God hates anything excessive. Because...."
"excess is not good" continued Zahwa
"pinter.." Akhtar's hand raised stroked Zahwa's head and then kissed him
"calm down. We stay here. You can eat anything else on another day"
"hmm okay.." Zahwa nodded
After that Akhtar again linked their fingers and invited Zahwa to continue their path.
When prayer time arrives, Akhtar invites Zahwa to pray at the Blue Mosque. An icon in Istanbul that has a complicated history. It is said to be the Blue Mosque because its former dome was blue. But now the color on the dome has faded over time.
It does not feel afdhol if visiting a place but does not perpetuate it. They collect a lot of photos in their mobile gallery in every place they go. Zahwa was certainly very happy when he was brought by the road to spend one by one place that is usually visited by many tourists to the city of Istanbul.
Although not all, but Zahwa is very grateful to be able to arrive and stand in one of the countries of his dreams.
In the afternoon, Zahwa complained that his legs were beginning to feel numb. They decided to go home and will continue their vacation tomorrow or at any time.
The flat object held by Zahwa continued to light up, with a smile that occasionally expands to see photos of him and Akhtar last afternoon.
His phone vibrated, he got a reminder notification of the schedule, it was time he drank milk .
She smiled as she turned off her phone, it was her husband. Which even gives a reminder on hp both.
Ting! The message in
"It's time to drink milk dear to you, I'll be home soon. Wait Abba home yes nak 😻😘"
Zahwa put on a smile, the more romantic her husband is today. Always have a lot of ways that can make it wrong.
After they both got home. Shortly thereafter came the phone to Akhtar's number. It turned out that the one who called was the chief in charge of Akhtar's Council. He told me someone wanted to meet him. Worrying is very important, especially when it comes to the Majlis, without a second thought Akhtar prepares and then leaves for the Majlis.
"Dear, didn't Habibie also activate the reminder on my phone. Just now the notification appeared. Be careful on the road yes Abba, Umma wait at home 😘" type Zahwa give a reply then send it.
Then he went to the kitchen to make his own milk.
"Simplified.glek.glek..haahh..."
The milk of a full glass was gone in his drink. He walked a little to the sink and washed the glass.
His hands grabbed the napkin hanging and dried his hands with the cloth. His head looked at the wall clock.
"Habibie will be there soon, I must prepare"
Zahwa went to the room changing clothes, preparing to welcome Akhtar who was going home. Zahwa carefully went downstairs and waited for Akhtar by sitting on the sofa.
Sure enough, not too long, the roar of Akhtar's car was heard entering the garage. Akhtar entered with a happy heart, because his wife with a beautiful appearance faithfully waited for him and welcomed him home.
"Cup" one kiss on Zahwa's forehead get
"Come to the room" asked Akhtar to embrace Zahwa's waist
Unlike this sweet couple. On the next continent, there was a man who was daydreaming on the sofa in his study
It was night but he had no intention of getting out of there. I don't know what he was thinking but right now his eyes are blank and pushy.
His mind went back a few years. Where he did not marry the woman of his choice. Struggles and good memories while at the cottage on this very cold night were recorded clearly in his memory.
It is not that he is sincere and accepts destiny. But he regrets himself who is still closed about feelings. Not once twice did both parents urge him to find a companion for life, not one or two also cv also overtly received proposals from some women.
Whether his purpose is to settle in this Egyptian country, he himself is confused whether he just returned to his homeland or stay here, wandering without direction and purpose.
His days are filled only with learning and teaching, there is no intention of him to ask a woman to be his life companion. But it's a matter of feeling that it's not easy to accept a new one.
He is long lulled in misleading daydreams. In the end, he woke up and said forgiveness.
"Astghfirullahal'adzim.pardon the servant of Allah.pardon the servant" he rubbed his face to revive his mind.
"Fatih. let's get up, he's already happy with his destiny. Now it's your turn to seek your happiness"
The words he again instilled in his heart just as when he heard the news that the woman he used to love had been taken care of by his own cousin.
"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Sir this is my last assignment" said a person who was out of nowhere standing in front of his room.
Fatih immediately turned around and looked at the woman he had been guiding his studies for some time.
The woman who was the same age as him, politely and spoke the same soft language.
"Sorry sir, I put it on your desk. Excuse me Sir. Assalamu'alaikum" didn't take long. The woman was gone from her sight. He closed his eyes, which had greatly increased his sin for a day.
Fatih got up, and sat down in her chair. Distracting his mind by checking the final exam assignments of his private students.
