Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 17's
#Xv17
As time went on, the goals changed. I wanted to be a reporter, but I just wanted to be. All prohibit creating. So why high school?
Today is Zira's first day at work.
“What does Zira work for? After all, if you want anything just say Fattah aja, right?”
“Ah, not good, Mas. Fattah has to be married. Pity if Zira asks for it.” Zira collects dirty plates and glasses. While Khabab clean the table with a washcloth.
Khabab smiled knot. “Zira thinks too much is not good.”
“Yes, that's it. Parasitic infancy always, Mas, hehehe ..” Zira brought some dirty dishes and glasses to the back.
Khabab looked around, there seemed to be new visitors. The man approached to greet them warmly and asked the menu to be ordered.
In the kitchen Zira seemed familiar with the other employees.
“Usually Brother is a visitor. Lah, now a waitress,” led haired girl chucked. Wearing the same uniform as Zira is black, her name is Rania.
“Life is like a wheel,” connect the others while nudging the death of Rania.
“And we must be sincerely placed anywhere,” said Rania again.
“Well, that's tau. There is no good place and no bad place,”. She was washing dishes with Rania.
“Hai, Dik, my name is Gia.” Stretched out a hand towards Zira trying to shake hands.
Fatia, the girl beside Rania had already laughed at the man named Gia. With her distinctive female style.
“Eh! Far away there! Your part with Mas Khabab is not here.”
“What's the problem for you? The cave wants to know him. It's so nice to see this Nek Lampir,” ketus Gia staring at Rania cynical.
“Updah-had!” exclaim Zira to divorce.
“Joking, Brother,” said Fatia, “we have often been like this, sometimes scrambling to welcome handsome customers.”
“That's your time,” rebut Rania.
Khabab seemed to be walking towards them. The kitchen turned silent. Fatia elbowed Zira's arm. “Si Mas it looks cold beud.”
Khabab smiled at them.
“Es cream, Fat, ice cream,” code Rania. It means melting with a Khabab smile.
“Zira,” call Khabab. Now he was beside Zira. The girl's eyes beside Zira were rounded.
Khabab shows off his watch.
‘Examer hour?’ inner Zira. It turned out that the two girls beside him also thought the same thing.
“Salat first,” Khabab said.
“Oh Yes, Mas.”
Zira felt ashamed of herself. Forgot to have entered prayer time because Azan Zuhur was not heard by him.
Zira follows where Khabab goes, there is no mushalla here. Khabab took her to a room located on the second floor. “Kalo want another prayer day, here aja.”
The room is a room for Khabab provided by the cafe, because it already knows Khabab a nomad.
Zira berwudu first. The Khabab has come down again. Said he took wudu in the bathroom downstairs.
Zira opened her bag, there was a mukena that was always provided in there. He knows that a full day does not come home. Automatic salat performed at work.
Circulating a look scanned the restroom. Khabab clothes neatly arranged on the bed near the pillow. His gaze was locked on the book that was tucked under the pillow and looked quite thick. Unknowingly, he shifted the pillow to look at the book.
“Ekhem, done?”
“Newly finished wudu,” sahut Zira looks clumsy.
“Don't be long, ntar eat usury because work is not on time,” said Khabab.
When someone else just breaks through without a care. However, he was very detailed with regard to life. Until a little time that turns into money. He does not want to eat what is not right.
Khabab held a prayer rug right at the inner door. Zira is outside the room. Khabab was a priest at the time.
Happiness is when there is a reminder of an obligation that is almost missed.
Zira felt like she had another brother after Fattah.
When blood ceases to exist, it is as intelligent as seeking another heart, whose love is like that of the blooded.
***
After the greeting, Khabab read a two-broken do’a.
There is a heart that is sliced pain like a fish spiked with lemon water. When you dream of heaven, but half your heart is still tied to the world.
“Zira down first, yes, Mas,” Zira permission while reinserting his mukena and sajadnya into a sling bag.
Without waiting for the sahutan from Khabab, Zira had already run down. Bringing a hunting heartbeat. He feels strange himself.
“Where to?” ask the head of the cafe monitoring department, named Rudi. He was a friend of Fattah.
“Shalat, Sir,” replied Zira spontaneously.
“Heh!”
“Iya, Sir!” Finally Zira ventured to look up to look at the man who was much taller than him. It made the girl tremble a little.
“Assalamu’alaikum, Mr. Rudi,” greet Khabab suddenly. Melt down the tense atmosphere.
“Wa’alaikum salam.”
“New looks, Mr.” He elbowed Zira's arm hinting to leave in front of Rudi.
Zira understood and immediately joined Rania and Fatia.
“Hello, ladies. Already know, or want to know?” Gia came while putting the tray on the table near Fatia.
“Later Mr. Mukhlas comes with his wife,” continued Rania indifferently while putting sugar into a cup.
“Etdah, Si Nek Lampir already know. No more dong.” Gia looked upset.
“Whose name is he?” tanya Zira looked at Gia seriously.
“Oh My Darling, you don't know who he is yet?” Gia frowning. “Explain, Say,” tell Fatia.
Rania's fist landed on Gia's back. “Dignity cave know not, you are a real man, talk normal, do not exaggerate!”
“Boda highly!” sahut Gia, “so Mr. Mukhlas is our Boss.”
“Oh ...” Zira's mouth is perfectly rounded.
“Already, disperse! Back to each task!” rania Exclamation.
“Kayak commander aja elu,” cebik Gia.
They always complain their mouths.
Zira feels happy, in the end has a friend who is humorous like her new friend who is now. As an extroverted woman, she cannot stay at home. The crowd is a force for the girl.
Schedule five to the afternoon only. While Mr. Mukhlas the boss they were talking about came later tonight.
When she returned, Fatia came to Zira. “Kak, denger-denger Brother close ama Mas Khabab, yes?”
Zira nodded. “Friends of Cousins Sister.”
“About, Mas Khabab has contacts to call, no?”
“So far, have never seen Mas Khabab hold a mobile phone,” replied Zira honestly.
“Oh, that's it. Thanks, Brother.” Fatia walked ahead of Zira.
Benak Zira wanted to ask further, but Fatia looked hurriedly.
“Wait to get Fattah, yes, Ra?”
“I-iya.”
“My time between, how?”
“Emang Mas want to send us what?”
“Pake hearts.”
‘Astaghfirullah, bucinmu crispy. Gegara often hangs out with Gia nih like.’
Not long after the sound of a horn was heard, Fattah had already come to pick up Zira. He picked her up while coming home from work.
“Tuh, Fattah.”
“Hmm, Zira go home first. Assalamu’alaikum."
“Wa’alaikum salam.”
Zira already wants to open the door, then Khabab yells again, “Ra, there is forgetfulness!”
“What?”
“Sini!”
Zira turned back, thinking that something was really left behind.
“What, Mas?”
“Salam,” sahutnya relax. Hands out to Zira.
“Astaghfirullah, yes, hurry.” There was a smile that was stuck from Zira's lips. His hand was handed over by Khabab.
Khabab smiles with Zira's indifferent response.
The girl returned to the car. Bringing a face that is pseudo red. Like just falling in love, flowers bloomed in his heart. Gombal receh Khabab turned out to be meaningful to him.
As soon as Fattah's car left the front of the cafe, another car came to park in the same place.
“Welcome, Sir in our cafe who will serve wholeheartedly.”
The man did not care about the Khabab welcome, his eyes still watching the car that had just left the cafe.
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