MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 70'S
“Pak Ibrahim, Faisal flew from there alone? Why not get picked up?” zalfa's proposal is late.
Zalfa's spontaneous question made Mr. Ibrahim speechless. Like I just realized one thing. Why did he just agree to Faisal's request that he say he would return by asking for a remittance first? Why didn't they pick up Faisal in South Tapanuli? The desire to meet so great makes them like losing their mind to be unable to think clearly. Everything is done rashly and without thinking carefully first. Chaos be.
Actually, Mr. Ibrahim had already thought about it, that it would be better if they were the ones who picked up Faisal. But he was afraid of being a victim of fraud. So it is better to be quiet and follow the will of his wife who prefers to send money only. He was afraid to go all the way to South Tapanuli but did not meet anyone there, and now he is at the airport waiting for his son's return.
“You're right, why don't we just pick you up. I can't think of anything else.” Ibrahim seemed to be weak to regret his actions. “But how else. There is no number to call. Half your heart is alert if this is just a mode of deception. Faisal used a pay phone and twice borrowed someone else's phone when he called us. That number is no longer active. At first the person also claimed not to receive money from us when we had sent the money, the balance was also deducted but he claimed not to receive the transfer money, we had to send money twice. I don't know, hopefully this isn't just a scam.”
Mr. Ibrahim stared at the watch in his hand, he had been waiting there for a long time but he had not seen the arrival of Faisal. He shook his head and began to fret, afraid of becoming a victim of fraud. The man's number was no longer active after receiving money from his wife. Is it possible that he was really deceived?
“Ya done it, sir. Hope Faisal will come soon. Hope the flight is smooth.” Zalfa.
They waited full of anxiety. Everyone prayed for Faisal. Begging for her good.
Time passed, and the sun began to rise. They are still faithfully waiting, gathered in the waiting chair, in the loby even though until this moment there is no information whatsoever about the arrival of Faisal.
“Still waiting?” ask Ibrahim who is starting to despair. His eyeballs glanced at the watch in the hand, at nine. Then his gaze swept across the restless faces before him. Mr. Ibrahim was increasingly convinced that he had been deceived.
Ms. Fatima did not move from her position sitting on the waiting bench. There was no intention of leaving the airport.
“Faisal must know our home address. How about we wait at home?” said Mr. Ibrahim with a tired face.
“Go home. I know you are tired, but I still want to be here waiting for my son,” replied Ms. Fatima with a sad look.
Ibrahim stood up. “Bu, stop. Let's go home first. Later if there is any news, we will pick up Faisal together here,” persuaded Mr. Ibrahim even though he does not believe that Faisal will come. He is now convinced that he and his family have become victims of fraud.
TB