Accompanying First Love To KUA
The Part 14
For two days Zira had been sitting on the porch-seat staring out into the street. Sometimes Fattah counsels him. Sometimes making jokes, just pulling a smile.
He could not say more, because everything he said was not necessarily in accordance with what was beating Zira. The word wise is not always useful. Sometimes one does not need wise words, but wise actions.
Fattah piled up food in front of Zira. Once visiting the market he brought home a snack. When asked out, the girl never wanted to.
“Why are you that happy? Is it the same as a broken heart with a broken bone?” Fattah speaks for himself while boiling noodles in the kitchen.
While Zira's on the terrace.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Someone's standing at the gate. Several times he gave greetings, never to be heard by Zira.
“Mbak Zira!” call again.
“Ra, it's Khabab right?” said Fattah standing behind Zira with two bowls of noodles in his hands.
The woman looked. “Mas open it,” the door.
Fattah placed the bowl of noodles on Zira's front desk and stepped away to open the entrance gate. He welcomed Khabab warmly. Shake hands and pat each other on the shoulders.
“Please enter, Chapter. I went back to make coffee,” grin Fattah.
Fattah to the kitchen and Khabab pull up Zira's side chair. “Assalamu’alaikum, Mbak Zira,” sapanya.
Zira smiled wryly, replying to Khabab's greeting. After that pause. They follow the rhythm of their minds, not knowing what to talk about.
“Mbak looks tangled now,” said Khabab who first found the topic of conversation.
“Less healthy, Mas.” Zira looked down while looking at her fingernails.
“Dah ready, in Mister and Miss! Do not let this coffee cool. As cold as my woman's heart,” joked Fattah.
“No plans to go back to the village again?”
“In shaa Allah, still,” sahut, “ayo enter first, Mas!”
“There are different?” At first glance Zira could hear Khabab asking Fattah.
“Do not know,” said his cousin.
It turned out that Zira could not see Khabab, because when she saw the young man her memory returned to Ajmul.
Sometimes in the middle of a beautiful storyline we are forced to end it. But it is also worth remembering that the story we make is all of His will. There is no story that ends just like that, if God does not keep wisdom in it.
It is time to turn away, something that has belonged to someone else need not be thought about anymore. It doesn't mean you have to hate. If you remember, just remember. Because he once spread happiness in our lives.
We just need time. One day there will be a boat on the pier. He'll treat us like queens. For God will surely meet us with the right. Nor was he the one who was not right. However, his name was first joined to another name in His Mahfud.
Avoid not to hate, because the origin of the pain is there from there. Bad heart, will make the body slumped.
***
“Live here aja, Bab, any good money rent boarding you can save,” Fattah's advice when Khabab wants to go home.
“Mas Khabab where to go?” Zira asked with half-rem eyes just woke up in the afternoon.
“Alhamdulillah return to work, Ms. Zira,” said Khabab.
“Where?”
“Decet here, kok.” Khabab smile.
Zira frowned looking at Fattah, seeking clarity from Fattah. “Means in ... in ...”
“Ck, stop it, you're like a journalist,” cut Fattah.
“Oh ... the, Ma'am, in the cafe as a waiter.”
“Handsome-handsome on told to be a waiter?” Zira said as if out of consciousness.
Fattah held a laugh, “Lah, do you think khabab is suitable so what? Satpam?”
“Not really.” He was annoyed by Fattah's question.
In the car, Fattah was endlessly making jokes. When the door is open, then the opportunity to enter blistering happily, to create an arch of laughter on the lips. It's okay for just a moment, rather than nothing.
“Fattah still works in the same place?” Somehow Khabab suddenly asked about Fattah's work.
“Alhamdulillah no longer,” said Fattah.
“What?” The intonation of Zira's voice made Fattah press the brake suddenly.
“Privately!” rutuk Fattah growled.
“Sorry .. sorry, abis Zira was shocked. Seriously, Mom, don't work anymore?”
“Kalo died earlier how? Last afternoon finished waking up there was prayer dzuhur?”
Zira shakes.
It turned out that Fattah switched the topic, so as not to continue discussing his workplace. He has resigned from his father's company Ajmul. He did not want to be with the family anymore. After Ajmul said he was a sycophant.
Although Fattah no longer works there, but he already works elsewhere. Companies engaged in similar fields, contractors. He gained a position in the designing part of the building, the same position as well.
“Mas,” call Zira slowly.
“TEMPLE, IN SHAA ALLAH YOU ARE NOT HUNGRY,” Cut Fattah.
The Khabab sitting next to him smiled. “Udah until, Tah,”.
Zira peeking out, “Mas work here?” The tone of the question seemed to be disbelief.
“Why? Want to say no longer fit?” Ketus Fattah's.
“Not, if this place is Zira anyway know,” is obviously the girl, “we stop by can't we, Mas?” ask Fattah.
“Can't,” murmur Fattah, “not yet pray, ‘kan?”
Zira could not give anymore.
Often slowing down obligations is the source of all problems. Do not blame the heart too often grieving, but blame the body that always slows down the obligation to face the Empathy.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mas.” Zira smiled waving her hand through the car window.
Do not look for another heart to pull over when you are hurt. Let him choose because of his own will.
***
Upon returning, Zira immediately performed the dzuhur prayer just as the clock showed twenty-thirty o'clock.
“Mie Mas Fattah boiled where was it?” zira asked, hand looking for a good book on the shelf.
“Oiya, astaghfirullah.” Fattah patted the eel. “Yes God, Ra! You saw this expanding!” scream on the terrace.
Zira ran outside. “Mas, don't scream! tuh,” point Zira to the second, third, and fourth floors. On each of the balconies there were people looking down at them
“Sorry, sorry,” grin Fattah.
“Not being in the woods, okay!”
“Sorry, Mrs Boss!” delikikya, responding to Zira's words. Then the two bowls of noodles are brought in and poured into the dishwasher. “wash!” He told Zira to wash the dishes.
“Zira want to read a book first.”
“Can later,” ketus Fattah.
“Heuuuu.” There was no other choice, except according to what Fattah ordered.
Fattah did not respond. Seeing his cousin was silent. Zira developed her cheeks until her narrowed eyes were no longer visible. Staring at Fattah. Silent. Then both laugh.
If we start the day happily, it will close it with happiness as well. Just like Zira met Khabab. Unknowingly until the sunset there was just a smile that decorated his lips. I don't know what the advantages of the man, but Fattah always entertained him with jokes, but never made him laugh. However, upon Khabab's arrival makes Fattah a bestselling joke.
Kharisma Khabab, makes Fattah jealous.
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