ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Simplicity

Now all three are in the city center which is crowded with vehicles. Fachri asked Clara where she wanted breakfast. Of course he chose a fancy restaurant. He was accustomed to the luxurious facilities of his father. Since childhood Steven always obeyed whatever he wanted.

And now the three are sitting in an empty place of a seafood restaurant. Ordering what they want.

After he finished eating, Fachri wanted to pay the bills.

"Let me Ri" said Clara.

"No Ra. I'm just." Fachri refused his wife's offer gently.

"And you just gave your card to me Ri."

"There's still another card Clara." Fachri soon passed to the cashier. Pay hefty bills, because they eat in fancy places.

"Not to be confused about his face. Fachri is an architect must have a promising income as well," said Randi when he saw Clara looked confused.

"Know you Rand."

"Not to know Non. Fachri's really tenacious."

"Yes, too, yes. Fachri is often busy." Clara held her face with one hand. Putting on her plain face that was getting cute with a veil wrapped around her head.

"They're normal times Non." Randi rubbed Clara's face in anxiety.

"What the hell lo Rand! My veil is a mess" Clara grumbled as she lifted her face. Trying to fix the veil.

"Here I help tidy up your veil" said Fachri who was beside Clara.

The girl stood up and let her husband tidy up the veil that was a little messy because of Randi. The two looked at each other for a moment.

"Pity my soul. Don't do romantic scenes in front of me," said Randi who returned to mendrama.

"Perhaps learn first. Keep looking for work. Let your soul mate come by itself." After saying Fachri immediately took Clara out of the restaurant.

Randi was intrigued to pursue the steps of Fachri and Clara who walked fast. Randi accidentally collides with a girl in front of the exit.

"Sorry Mister. I didn't mean it" said the girl, wiping her forehead, which was clashing with the head of the person in front of her.

Randi was even fixated, forgetting the pain in his head from the accidental impact a few seconds ago. He was fascinated by the green hooded girl in front of him. Her face was beautiful, shining as bright as pearls. Beautiful clear eyes. His voice was soft, as gentle as a symphony.

"Randi come!" shout Clara.

He also woke up from his daydream. "I'm sorry, too, Miss. I was wrong too." Randi cupped his hands in front of his chest, then went after Clara and Fachri who had walked over. For a glance he turned to look at the girl who had entered the restaurant.

While driving, Randi still imagined the incident earlier. Make himself smile. Then sorry, why not get the girl acquainted.

Fachri and Clara are engrossed in the back seat.

"Then we watch Ri. There's my favorite movie coming out today" Clara said happily.

"Yes Clara. But, after watching it I decide where we're going."

Clara agreed to Fachri's proposal.

Randi directs the speed of the car according to Clara's request. The three of them exclaimed in the presence of a game that there is a dimall, while waiting for the time of the movie selected by Clara.

Soon they entered the cinema. Randi looked tired until he fell asleep inside. Clara enjoyed the action movie she chose.

When the film is finished, Clara and Fachri accidentally leave Randi still asleep. Making Randi confused looking for his two employers who disappeared.

Fachri bought his wife a large stuffed cat before leaving the mall.

Randi who got a short message from Clara, immediately headed to the place mentioned in the message he received.

Many times Randi grumbled annoyed at having been colonized. But Clara laughed with satisfaction. Rarely could he upset his little friend.

Now Fachri's taking over the wheel. Determine where they will go.

Adhan dhuhur has been heard, the three of them first mosque. Fachri thrust a small paper bag at Clara as she got out of the car.

"This is what else Fachri?" ask Clara curiously. Randi has already entered the mosque.

"That's my dear Shafa mukena" said Fachri, petrified by stroking his wife's cheek gently. "From now on make it a habit to bring your face when you leave. So that you can pray on time when you are outside," he added.

"Here is my dear husband." Clara returned the affectionate call with a soft voice near Fachri's ear. Shamefully Clara entered the mosque. A smile also graced Fachri's face.

The love that was once lost is now replaced with a more beautiful love. Gratitude is not always spoken. There was always a secret behind the sadness he had experienced. The secret of such beautiful happiness. Without thinking before.

After the mosque, Fachri drove his car to a place to eat that looks simple. There were only three tables without chairs. Visitors can only sit on a floor with a simple mat, far from expensive and luxurious.

"This is seriously Ri we're having lunch here?" ask Randi.

"Yes we eat here" replied Fachri who then took Clara's hand to sit at the very end. At least when the two people he brought were nagging, it would not be heard by the seller.

"Fachri, this isn't sterile. Must be the food too. Don't eat here!" Clara started to complain. He was not used to eating food on the side of the road.

"Yes, actually Fachri, just find another place," said Randi joined the rejection.

Fachri just smiled, then sat down casually at that place. With the forced two people who had refused, obey Fachri's invitation.

A young woman asked them what they wanted to order. Fachri ordered three servings of grilled chicken and three iced oranges.

Fachri also ordered 30 servings to pack. This made the person in front of him look astonished.

"What did Ri do? That's a lot of messages. The only people in the house are five. Would you like to share a complex?" said Randi.

"You're the one I told you to spend it all on."

"Crazy for Ndro!" Randi said as in the Warkop comedy scene.

Clara smiled to herself at the two men's argument.

"I'm crazy. What do you want?" Fachri tones ketus.

"Fachri, majnun that means crazy huh?" clara asked while showing her phone to Fachri. He searched for the meaning of the word until he opened an online dictionary.

Fachri nodded his head. Ask his wife's question. Clara seemed to frown while tilting her head. Remembering the words of Fachri's friends.

"So Fachri Majnun that means Fachri's crazy."

"Yes Clara" answered Fachri briefly.

The female servant came saying an excuse while putting Fachri's order for the three of them.

"Where does Non say Fachri Majnun? The time of the husband himself is called crazy."

"You know what you are" cried Clara.

"I don't like tempe Non. That's why, just know."

"Yes ntar. I'm willing to know one barrel."

"What's the Non?"

"Trash bag."

Randi immediately kicep, did not respond again to the words of Clara who was just joking.

"Let's eat!" bring Fachri.

One mouthful has entered the mouth of Clara and Randi. They nod their heads soaking into the taste of roasted chicken chocolate with chili sauce.

They finally ate well. Until the food on their plates is unceremonious. Only bones remain. Fachri still hasn't finished his meal. When a cat meows beside him, Fachri gives the rest of the chicken.

"Eat the sweet cat." Fachri also stroked the cat's head with affection.

"Well Ri you feed the stray cats? Pake hold-hold it again too!" nagging Clara who doesn't like her husband interacting with wild animals.

Fachri spent the rest of his meal before answering his wife's nagging.

"Cats are also creatures of God. They deserve our attention. With the arrival of cats when we eat, it means it reminds us to share the sustenance. Therefore, if there is a cat coming to you. Don't throw them out! They're just asking us to give him food."

"Yes Mr. Ustadz Fachri" said Randi.

Clara is also a mangosteen. Understand why Fachri feeds cats that come to them.

"You know, cats are also the Prophet's favorite animal. Until the cat sleeps on his robe, the Prophet cuts off the robe he was wearing when he was about to get up. Because he did not want to disturb the cat's sleep," said Fachri again.

"So we have to be okay with the cat, Ri?" ask Clara. He drank his orange ice which was almost finished.

Fachri smiled, looking at the innocent face of his adorable wife. "We must not harm God's creatures, so long as they do us no harm."

Clara and Randi are increasingly clueless with the other side of a Fachri. From eating a fancy restaurant, then switch to a simple place on the side of the road. What else does Fachri want to show you after this?

The three of them returned to the car after Fachri paid for all the food that had been ordered.

Now Fachri stopped the car not far from the crowd of street children who were relaxing in the bridge.

When they saw the figure they knew, the street children scattered towards Fachri. In an orderly manner they endured it.

Clara and Randi were astonished by the sight before their eyes. How could Fachri be that familiar with street kids?

"How are you all doing?" ask Fachri kindly.

"Okay, sister" the children replied simultaneously.

Then Fachri took out two bags of crackles filled with food, giving the street children he knew long enough.

They accept Fachri's gift with joy. Although it looks simple in the eyes of people who are used to living luxury, but for street children like them it is a blessing that they are very grateful.

Rarely can they eat with chicken dishes. Can eat with side dishes only, they are grateful. The important thing is that the stomach is full.

Seeing the joy of street children who get such simple food, Clara felt touched. He lived without material lack. What he wants is always fulfilled. While the street children live far from the word decent.

Fachri didn't linger there. He immediately said goodbye to the children.

"False Brother Fachri! The food is good" one of them.

"Yes alike. Brother will come here often again" said Fachri who sat crouching beside the children.

"So, I'm a rich man! So rarely here to gather with us," said another child.

Fachri smiled at his friendly smile. "Nobody's been busy lately. Sorry yes! Now you have to pay."

"Be careful, Brother Fachri!" say everything at once.

Fachri's already put his foot back in the car. Clara and Randi who had been glued to see Fachri also entered again.

"Why are you familiar with them?" ask Clara who now chooses to sit in the front seat.

"They were my friends first. You'll know before I came home as a driver, I lived in an orphanage. So it's only natural that I know that street kid." Fachri answered while focusing on driving, while occasionally looking at his wife.

Randi who was sitting in the back also joined in. "Continue to mean all this what is Fachri? I feel like there is some hidden purpose. From eating on the side of the road, feeding cats, and sharing food for street children."

"I just want to teach you about simplicity. Sharing with each other. Understanding the life that is not as beautiful as your shadow. That simplicity will teach us to always be grateful. There are people more unlucky than us. There are people who need our hands. Even though something we give is very trivial in our opinion. But to them it means a lot. Be sincere in giving."

"You are who Ri is? You are full of surprises" said Randi, who sat in the back seat. He leaned forward until his head was between Fachri and Clara.

Fachri only commented on the smile of hearing Randi's words. "I am the Fachri you know today. I'm a nobody. You've known me since my father became a donor at my former home Rand."

"Yes Ri as well." Randi returned to his original sitting position. There is still curiosity in him. But, nevermind. He won't take a headache.

Clara intends to ask Fachri for an explanation later tonight. He wants to know Fachri's life before entering his life.

It's getting late afternoon. Adhan asar has been heard. Fachri stops at a minimarket. He bought a variety of snacks.

This time, Randi did not ask much. Clara had also guessed it must be for the orphanage children.

Sure enough, Fachri led them to an orphanage.

As usual, he was greeted with joy by the little ones. The mother of the home was also seen sumringah seeing the arrival of the three of them. A warm welcome of a mother he always gave to Fachri and also Clara.

Randi greeted the mother as usual when she came with Mr. Steven.

After distributing the snacks he bought earlier, Fachri invited Clara and Randi to pray asar dimusholla panti. Then enjoy the afternoon air in the back of the lake.

"We'll go home after Maghrib, isn't it Ra?" ask Fachri.

"Yes Fachri is okay. I feel right here too" replied Clara sincerely.

Randi was busy feeding the fish in the lake. Every time he threw food, fish immediately sprang up to scramble to eat.

Looking at Randi who seemed fun, Clara was also interested in doing the same. A sweet smile always adorns her tiny lips.

Fachri always gave thanks in his heart. His smile was the most beautiful thing for him.

The day is getting dusk. The sun began to hide in the western horizon. The beauty of the orange sky. The three human children immediately left the lake. Leave a laugh that mingles with colorful flowers. The breeze made the leaves dance, joined the glory of God.

In the Maghrib prayer service, Fachri became the priest. He has become a figure that is so admired. Maybe up there, the angels are already scrambling to be his companion. The chants of kalam are able to thrill anyone who hears. Even the twilight sky was washed away in the martyrdom.

After that, Fachri invited all the children to teach together. Clara and Randi also participated. Follow as they can.

"The children were praying maghribnya no late?" ask Fachri when it's done.

"I'm Brother." One of the boys held out his hand.

"How many rakaat is Nizam?" fachri asked the boy named Nizam.

"Only one Brother" replied Nizam.

"Still remind, how do you pray for makmum masbuk like Nizam?" Fachri asked to be sure.

"Still Brother. We must follow the priestly movement. Then when the priest salutes, we add to the rakaat left." A girl gave an answer.

"Good! Then you remember what you taught me. Now Fachri wants to ask. What prayers are there four?"

Fachri's question made Clara glare in wonder. Likewise with Randi who is with the boy across from the girl. Where there is prayer that there are four. Is Fachri really a majnun? Inner Clara. There was something he asked. The prayer which he prayed for was only two.

The kids all whispered to each other. Discussing about Fachri's strange-sounding question.

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