ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Hiya Fachri Man?

Fachri felt angry while waiting for Clara who never showed up. He also took off his coat. Not long after Clara was seen stepping towards him.

Clara looked at him with a scrabbling look.

"Why do you see it so much?" ask Fachri.

Clara noticed Fachri's appearance with her pink shirt. Strange, he told her to wear pink. It's ticklish itself. That was also his idea.

"You're funny Ri." Clara silenced her own mouth holding back a laugh.

" This is your choice. Until the office guy looks weird too. I almost laughed when I wore a pink shirt."

"Mahaha. . . ." Clara's laughter can no longer be contained.

Fachri smiled happily to see his lover singled out a laugh. He was holding her back while leaning in the car.

"Udah yuk Ri!" Clara turned to the car door.

Even in the car, Clara was still grinning. Fachri let the girl beside him laugh as much. Because it is a soul-medicine for him.

When he arrived at the campus parking lot, Fachri handed a paper bag to Clara.

"You wear that, let's not be too flashy in her high school uniform."

Clara took out the contents of the paper bag from Fachri. "It's a pleasure to see a girl wearing a gini Muslim vest."

"That's a simple Shafa. The meaning is not complicated either. I just bought it out of Dad's office." Fachri took off his seatbelt. And Clara too. Then he put on Fachri's vest before he got out of the car.

Clara put her backpack back on when she got out of the car. Although it could not completely cover her uniform on the front, at least it was more covered than Clara's knee-length skirt.

Many times Fachri asked Clara to change the style of her school uniform.But, there are reasons given by the girl.

*****

At Samuel's house

After coming home from the office, Guntur threw his body into the family room omnya house. He was only required to work half a day at Haidar Company. Not his tired body but his heart.

He must strengthen his heart to work with the man who became the husband of his beloved girl. Thunder realized how good Fachri was, the perfect figure in his eyes. It is fitting that Mr. Steven chose her to be a son-in-law.

Especially during his time with Fachri, many lessons he got. Not only about the concept of complex building structures but also about life lessons. Fachri is a modern Muslim. Have an open mind. He is not a fanatic of a teaching. Even so, he still clings to Sharia.

Fachri often invited him to talk outside of work. Until they get closer. But, Thunder still had to fight with his own feelings.

He sighed, then rubbed his face violently. Thunder bent his hand grabbing the black-footed shoe, about to let go.

"Hi brother!" Suddenly Samuel came patting Thunder on the shoulder and immediately threw his body sitting next to his cousin's brother.

Although jumped in shock but Thunder just hissed softly. Holding back his emotions, there was no energy to argue with Samuel who used to bother him. He took off both shoes that protected his feet.

"Working for only half a day is so easy. How about working all day" said Samuel.

Of course he could read the look on Thunder's face. He also knew that Thunder's heart was clouded. Since Clara's arrival with Fachri the other day, Guntur has been quieter and confined to the room after work.

"Life lo ngenes very much Kak. Love is not dapet, because it can climb sharply. Even work with a gebetan husband. How does it feel?" Samuel spoke again because Thunder was silent. The sharp climbs he was referring to were Clara who was married to Fachri. It was hard for Thunder to get through. Or even impossible.

"Not dapet. It's not windfall yet. The road still has to be this way." Finally the thunder spoke. But while passing by carrying his bag and shoes.

The shoes he put the peacock in the corner. Samuel followed Thunder to the room.

"What are you doing? ngintil mulu," said Guntur when he was barada in the room.

"When do you have to work with Fachri?" ask Samuel.

"A little over a week." Thunder sat on the bed checking his phone.

"That means that in a week I also have to go to Jogja dong!" Samuel looked glum. He had to part with his parents because he wanted to go to college at his cousin's place.

"Yes yes. Do you want to change your mind? Just go to college here."

"No Brother. I want to find a new atmosphere outside the city."

"If so, do not hesitate. Enjoy your youth by continuing to learn. Seeking knowledge as much as possible. Achieve your goals with hard work. Don't look for shortcuts. Because a long road will give you valuable experience."

"Yes, wise tumben."

Thunder rose from his seat. Grab a towel from the hanger beside the bathroom door.

"Fachri said that" he said before entering the bathroom.

"Haha. . pantesan mister Steven betrothed Clara to Fachri. Lose your hands, brother!" exclaim Samuel.

"Can it be you? Flush it!" Thunder who was in the bathroom came out again with a dipper filled with water.

Samuel also immediately went away from being hit by a flush.

*****

Fachri held Clara by the hand as he walked through the campus corridor. It also became the center of attention of the students who idolized Fachri. Various strange gazes Clara could feel. They whispered to each other when they saw him and Fachri passing by.

"Udah do not ignore them," said Fachri. He also knew Clara must be disturbed by the atmosphere at that time.

"Are you a lot of fans here?" whispered Clara.

Fachri simply replied with a strand of smile. He was quite popular on the campus. Either because of his love story that had made a scene throughout the campus, or because there were many women who tried to approach him. But Fachri gave the fort his cold attitude. No one managed to win Fachri's heart after the tragedy.

Of course the arrival of Fachri by holding a girl without hijab makes a scene. Far from the taste of Fachri who likes girls with covered clothes. Moreover, Clara High School uniform still looks a little from the front. Even though he was wearing a long rope given Fachri earlier.

Clara further tightened the vest that wrapped her body with one hand. He continued to follow where Fachri would take him.

Until they arrived in a room. At the door was Arabic writing. Clara doesn't understand what it means. Fachri invited him in.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" fachri.

All in the room answered Fachri's greeting.

"Astaghfiullah!" said someone because Fachri doesn't usually take women. Especially those that are not muhrim.

"Subhanallah!" said the young man who admired Clara's beauty

"Innalillahi!" He was surprised, thinking Fachri had lost faith by bringing a girl. Moreover, it is not hijab.

Various exclamations echoed in the room.

"You think Fachri's dead? Say innallillah!" exclaiming someone who hit his friend's head with a book.

The one who got the taboo just sneered in annoyance. His gaze focused on Fachri and the girl he was holding.

"Afwan everything! Salsa put him here first. I'm gonna go to the lecture for a minute."

"Yes Fachri. She is safe with me" said the hijab-wearing woman named Salsa.

"I live first. Take it easy they are all tame" said Fachri, looking at his four best friends.

"We thought we were beasts. It's tame," exclaimed one of them. Fachri ignored the words of his best friend.

"I'll stay Ra." Gently rubbed Clara's head.

Fachri was about to take his foot off.

"Intadzier. Hiya Fachri man?" one of his best friends again.

"Habibatul qolbi, Hurriyatul jannati."

Fachri immediately walked away.

It makes his friends curious.

"Fachri majnun!" yell at one of them.

" Truly-being the leader of him. Crazy because love is not condoned."

Clara who heard that was confused. What did they say about Fachri? Majnun what do they mean? And love is not condoned, what does it mean?

Questions began to stir his mind. She did not know who her husband was.

"Udah Hasan, it doesn't feel good about the girl Fachri brought. Later ask for an explanation with him," said Salsa.

Clara who sat among her husband's best friends just kept quiet without daring to speak. The four men in front of him, gave questionable gazes. Two hijab-wearing women were also seen waiting for Clara to say something. It was like being at a box desk conference. To be the one who will be the topic of conversation.

With a friendly smile the hijab-wearing woman other than Salsa opened her voice. "Whose name are you?"

"I'm Clara."

"Are you really Fachri's girlfriend?" ask again.

Salsa elbowed her best friend. "Don't have Adiba's privacy! Wait for Fachri, let him be the clear one for us."

The woman named Adiba was silent.

"Oh yeah Clara introduced us to her best friend Fachri" Salsa said.

They also introduced themselves. The men were named, Hasan, Alam, Reza, and Fathir. The women are named Adiba and Salsa. The two greeted Clara kindly.

"Emang was Fachri last said what? kok Kak Adiba is like that!" clara said later.

Adiba looks a bit clumsy. He has no right to interfere in Fachri's personal affairs. He knows how the nature of his best friend who has now turned into a closed since the incident 2 years ago.

"Forgot that Clara. I was just guessing. Ask Fachri yourself" said Adiba.

Clara felt strange. Her heart grew curious about the figure of her husband who seemed to harbor a lot of the past.

"You're arabic students, right? why would Fachri be friends with you?" ask Clara curiously. Fachri was an architecture student.

"Fachri was my friend from high school, and they were friends of members of the Islamic Spiritual or Rohis campus. Fachri often participated in the religious activities of this campus, so we are familiar with Fachri," said Salsa.

Clara just nodded trying to understand what she was hearing.

"Are you still Clara High School?" ask Reza.

"look yeah. I tried to hide my high school uniform." Clara spoke with a stiff-looking smile.

"Of course you look, you still look cute. It's adorable!" sahut Nature. He spoke with anxiety.

His other friends began to get caught off guard with the attitude of Nature who sometimes likes to digegombal. Can't see a beautiful woman without her sweet words. But he remains at his limits, just teasing with words.

"Start again you Lam. Keep the attitude tuch, he's got Fachri" Hasan exclaimed.

"Hadzal wajhi kal qomar. Jamilah jiddan, laitsa kamitslihi shaiun." Nature praised Clara in Arabic.

The one who got the compliment, just frowned not understanding. While the others seemed to be holding back laughter with Nature's attitude. The habit began to recur.

"More. . . ." Salsa instead spills over Nature to continue her sentence.

"Kastirun minan nisa' fihadzal ardl. Walakin fii qolbi ismuki faqot. Kastirun minan najm fish sama'. Walakin antum faqot an najm fii qolbi." Nature is increasingly poetic with her Arabic.

"That's Fachri Majnun's poem, Alam," cried Fathir.

"Huwa lam ja'a - huna. Laba'tsa!"

"Yakphi? lam auw yakfi?" Suddenly Fachri came and had ruffled his waist beside Nature.

"Yakfi mini idza khoto an as'alukum afwan." Nature speaks like closing a lecture. He was surprised that Fachri suddenly came. It invited another laugh.

Where is my happiness. . .

Don't burden the clouds on me

I cannot bear the burden of her tears

Quiet. . .

Cloudy clouds also bring coolness

Tucking in a shade signal

Shed the weight of her tears

It will grow a new life

Clara

In the beauty of the sky

I saw your face there

Although the orange sky will be swallowed by the darkness of the night

But there I saw you in a series of stars

.

~Intadzir. Hiya Fachri man?

(Wait. Who is he, Fachri?

~Hadzal wajhi kal qomar. Jamilah jiddan, laitsa kamitslihi shayun.

(This face is like the moon at night. Very pretty, nothing else equates to it.)

~Tsumma (Later)

~Kastirun minan nisa' fihadzal ardl. Walakin fii qolbi ismuki faqot. Kastirun minan najm fish sama'. Walakin antum faqot and najm fii qolbi.

(Of the many women in the world. In my heart is just your name. Of the many stars in the sky. But you are the only star in my heart.)

~Huwa lam ja'a. Laba'tsa!

(He hasn't come here yet. That's okay!)

~Yakfis? lam auw yakfi?

(Enough? or not enough?)

~Yakfi mini idza khoto an as'alukum afwan katsir.

(Simply so, if there is a mistake I apologize profusely.)

~Majnun (Crazy)