ZAHRA AKBAR'S

New Call

That morning the melodious sound of chanting woke Clara from her long sleep last night. Fachri tried to wake Clara several times, but she never woke up. Finally he let Clara wake up on her own. Changing one's habits is not as easy as turning grilled corn on the stove.

Clara blinked her eyes, neutralizing the light of the room lamp. Fachri was frenzied by the kalam reading that sounded melodious.

The clock indicates that the dawn time has passed 30 minutes ago. Clara immediately went to the bathroom to get some water.

After finishing with his prayer. Clara approached Fachri.

"Every morning you read a different letter. What letter are you reading today?" Ask Clara after Fachri finishes his reading.

Fachri closed the Qur'an that he had read. "Today I read al Waqiah's letter. You must want to know why every morning read a different letter." Said later.

"Why try?" Clara was curious and wanted to know the habits that Fachri did every morning.

"From the first I was used to read seven letters in one week namely Surat As Sajadah, Surat Ad Dukhon, Surat Al Fath, Surat Yasiin, Surat Al Waqiah, Surat Al, Surat Al Kahfi and Surat Al Mulk. It's a practice taught by Ustadzku." Fachri explained.

"He's Ustadz you're in Ri's college?"

"No. He taught ustadz when I was in high school."

"Actually many other versions of the practice of letters are read daily. Such as Surat Al Muzammil, Surat Ar Rahman, Surat Al Jin and even Surat Al Baqoroh are divided into verses to be read every day. Because basically all the letters in the Qur'an have hidden wisdom. And for the problem of these practices it all depends on the steadiness of each heart."

Clara just nodded in understanding.

"And one more if you can every night you routinely read Yasiin's letter." Fachri Imbuh.

"Fachri Weight. I have not read the Qur'an." Clara's hand folded her face.

"Swafa Fikriyatuz Zahra's pants were heavy at first. But if it is usual it will feel light. Later we learn together." said Fachri softly.

Clara stopped her hand activity that was tidying her face. "Wait for Fachri. Who is Shafa Fikriyatuz Zahra? Why did you call that name?" Investigating Clara for hearing a foreign name called Fachri.

"Yes you are. It's just you here." Fachri pinched the gnarled nose of the girl in front of him.

"Lies" Clara doesn't believe. "That must be your lover's name?"

"Yes right, that's my lover's name." Fachri replied lightly.

"Face. . .!" Shouted Clara exasperatedly. He hit Fachri's arm.

"My love is you Shafa."

"My name is Clara not Shafa." Clara pouted still upset.

"But I like to call you by that name. More beautiful, suits you pretty cute and has a brilliant mind." Fachri. His hands muck both of his girl's cheeks, plus a kiss at the top of his head.

"You want to change my name to Ri?"

Fachri just smiled with the girl in front of him. He did not know that Shafa Fikriyatuz Zahra was his real name.

"Let me call you Shafa. Just when we were both, I called you by that name." Fachri Pinta.

Clara was silent for a moment, digesting Fachri's words. "alright. That name sounds good too."

"Now you take a shower and get ready for school."

Clara did what Fachri said. After that he stood on top of the balcony. Because the balcony of his room can only see the sunset. There Clara looked at the sun who was still peering coyly to get out. Drawing an orange light that spoils the eyes. That was his favorite time. He hadn't looked at the sky for a long time.

Since Fachri's presence in his life. He forgot his habits. Because Fachri is like bringing love to himself. Yes, although the phrase "Love" is never spoken by Fachri.

But the care and affection that Fachri gives is more than enough to explain the word Love itself.

"I've been looking for you. It turns out you're here Fa." Fachri's voice breaks Clara's daydream. Of course with the call he mentioned.

Clara looked back for a moment, then looked back at the sun. "I just miss the light of my morning. So I came to greet him."

Fachri approached to stand next to Clara.

"The orange sky will be more beautiful in the afternoon." Said later.

"The beauty will be swallowed up by the darkness of the night." Clara said without looking at the man beside her.

"And the orange color of the morning will be swallowed by the light of the sun itself."

Clara inhaled a deep breath of still-cooling morning air. "I used to do this a lot with my brother." Clara paused before continuing her words. "And I used to feel that my mother never loved me. After a while I met my mom again. I just felt his affection. She hugged me sincerely, for the first time I saw my mother's tears. I don't know what tears are? I don't get it." Clara lowered her head after letting out her heart.

"Do you know what Fachri's tears are?" Ask the man beside her.

Fachri watched for a moment Clara's face that was still down. Like holding back her tears from coming out.

"That's the tears of love from a mother to her child. There's no mother who doesn't love her child."

"Maybe you're right, Fachri. That's what Bik Nani always said when I asked her why she never loved me. Bik Nani said mom always loved me. It might just be a different way." Clara let out a long sigh before continuing her sentence. "I don't know if it's true or not. Because from the impression I got, there was never any love of mama at that time."

"We never know what someone Shafa's heart is. What we see is inversely proportional to reality. We can't judge by looking at just one side. Look from the invisible side of our eyes, use our feelings and hearts. Then you'll see the love hidden there. A mother always has a love that she does not want to show her child. He wanted to see his children independent. He did not want his son to depend on his love. Because he knew one day he had to let go of his grasp. For his son to fight alone against the rigors of the world. A mother keeps her support behind the scenes with a strand of do'a."

Fachri tried to explain what he knew. Because he also felt life without both parents since 2nd grade High School.

Clara herself stared at Fachri with a deep gaze. What did he feel all this time was wrong? Has he been wrong about his mother's treatment?

"And yesterday you got an answer when Mom hugged you lovingly. You've had the tears of love of a Shafa's mother. Don't think bad anymore." Fachri's hand clasped Clara's fingers. Give encouragement and support.

Then the two stared again at the sun before those who had started to rise. There was a cold gust of the morning breeze. Take all the doubts away.

"You're right, Fachri. I've seen that love." Said Clara while closing her eyes.

For a moment both of them enjoyed the beautiful atmosphere that morning. Let go of fatigue even if only for a moment. Refresh the mind and heart to be clear again.

While walking through every hallway in the room, Clara explained to Fachri. That the closest to the upper balcony is her brother's room and the last one next to her room is the room of her mother and father first. But since 4 years ago his father decided to move to the lower room.

Be Clara herself on the top floor now.

Fachri helps Clara prepare all the school needs. They both had breakfast together and went to school.

As usual, Fachri told Clara not to go anywhere before she came. Because Fachri is also busy with his thesis and his father's office affairs.

Clara simply answered "yes" as Fachri delivered messages and advice that sounded exaggerated to her.

What's more when Fachri shows there are two people at the end of the gate who will always watch and guard it from a distance.

"Job Fachri. . .! I was like a city prisoner. It's Fachri's exaggeration, you know I don't like things like this the most." Grousers Clara.

"All for your good Shafa. To minimize unexpected events like yesterday." Fachri explained, so that Clara understood the concerns of those who loved her.

"You remember calling me Shafa."

"Ok. . . Ok. . .! It's up to you, Akbar." Said Clara who was still leaning her body in the car like Fachri.

Fachri smiled when he heard Clara say her last name.

Then Clara left for class as Anin waved her hand. Ask to come in immediately.

The lesson passed as usual. With a little joke Anin makes saturation fade. Both are indeed genius students who both take a short education. Although they have to accept the risk of getting a task that accumulates, they are still excited.

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"Nin went home from school to Samuel Yuk's house." Take Clara. He is now in the canteen with Anin.

Anin seemed indifferent to Clara's invitation. "Well?" Short question.

"Lo don't miss tuch with Samuel?"

"No, it's not yes. I'm ordinary." Anin answered her. He drank the juice that was already on the table.

"Cruel yes Lo. Cuek is very much the same candidate for the man." Clara Excited.

"Dih, what a male candidate. So it hasn't been." Anin.

"Thank you for his love for Samuel. Cassian he is, you hang him like a salted fish"

"Fish the salted mah dried Clara."

"It's important that we go back to school to Samuel's. Let you know the future-in-law." Clara said to me. Then leave the canteen table.

With a grumbling annoyance Anin followed in the footsteps of her best friend. Many times he said he would not go to Samuel's house but Clara insisted.

Finally, when he came home from school, Anin was forced to join his best friend's car. Clara herself must also persuade Fachri to allow herself to visit Samuel's house. After going through enough debate to make Anin dizzy to hear it, Fachri gave permission.

Clara is a stubborn girl. Uh, errata. More precisely have a firm stance.

On the way Clara sent a message to Samuel that she and Anin were coming.

Clara: Sam, I'm the same Anin wants to come home

Of course the one who got the message looked very panicked. Because actually the number that Clara contacted through Wa was not Samuel but Thunder.

Fortunately, Thunder was at home that day, because his business in Steven's office was only half a day. So he could ask Samuel to reply to Clara's message.

"Sgratimin Lo sis. That's why I say Clara if the one who has been chatan the same as him is Thunder not Samuel." Samuel cursed his cousin. "Then I'm the one who bothers." Grunt again while typing reply on the Thunder phone.

"I haven't contacted him in 2 days. Who would have thought that he would come here. You just bring my phone. There's work I still have to do." Thunder went from before Samuel, back on the laptop screen he had just left.

Samuel: Whose house?

Clara: Yes to Elo's house Samson

Samuel: Busyet. . .! Want to say Lo Rara Jonggrang to my house

Clara: When did I become Rara Jonggrang?

Samuel: La elo, since when did my name become Samson

Clara: Yes yes sorry, my phone button is khilaf

Samuel: Kayak welder aja Lo Ra. Ngeles

Clara: The one who usually takes care of it is Sam's private tutor. Anyway I'm the same Anin came to Lo's house. Ok

Samuel : Whatever

Clara only heard a grin after sending each other a message with Samuel.

But then he frowned because he felt something was strange. Samuel usually used formal language when exchanging messages. But this time, like when faced head-on. Samuel spoke his tongue.

Anin who saw the behavior of her best friend could not bear to not comment. "Again learning the pantonyms of Ra. His face can change his expression."

"What the hell is Lo Nin?" Clara put her phone in the bag. "Eh Nin, usually Samuel if the chatan is the same how?" Ask later.

"Well, how is Ra."

"What is Anin's language?" Clara confirmed the question.

Anin glared in surprise at Clara's question. "Yes usually Ra. Pake Lo I'm just as silly as usual when we met at school."

"Oh" Only that word came out of Clara.

Anin was curious. "Why the hell are you talking about Samuel?"

"Just want to know." Clara answered while looking ahead. Look at Fachri who is focusing on driving.

"Or do you feel the same way as Samuel?" Said Anin guessing while grinning. He just wants to kill his best friend.

Clara was shocked. Where did that stupid question come out of Anin's mouth. There is Fachri.

"Or we can take nich Ra. You're with Samuel, I'm with Fachri's brother." Anin continued her ignorance.

Clara looks more panicked because of Anin. While Fachri just glared while looking at the glass that reflects the face of Clara.

Anin laughed with satisfaction at the reaction of her best friend.

Clara could also see Fachri's changed facial expression.

"That's crazy, Lo Nin. I guess what stuff can be repurposed." Clara Excited. His tone began to show annoyance. "You don't hear Anin, Ri." Say again.

"Sorry about Fachri. I was just kidding. There's no point in ruining your relationship." Anin said later. It was just a prank prank on Clara.

While Fachri again put on a flat face without making a sound. He was caught in the middle of the girls who were still unstable. Also called teenager now. There must be some behavior.

But that's adolescence. A time when young people learn to explore their world. Seek out your true self by trying things. Sometimes also do silly things beyond the common sense of adults.

Fachri himself must go to great lengths to educate Clara, in order to bring her back to the bright light.

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*J*be a complement to the happiness of others and always be there for the spirits of restlessness that need passion