MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 78'S
Masha Allah. This is what is called true Muslim. The one who felt his heart knock saw someone else get hurt. From within Enek, Faisal found a figure who had a clean heart. And Faisal felt grateful to be able to meet humans like him, so that he could learn a lot from Enek. About how to be sincere, patient, share, and hope God's will. God showed great wisdom behind the events he experienced. Not only tonight Faisal saw Enek praying tahajud, almost every night Enek did the prayer. But only tonight did Faisal listen to the prayer that Enek said.
“Yes, let's go to bed. Already wanted this morning.” Enek flung his body beside Faisal. “Tomorrow we eat well. I was hunting, got a rabbit. My brother already processed it in the back cauldron. You were asleep earlier, so we didn't have time to eat together.” You close your eyes.
Faisal was still silently glued. His gaze swept the appearance of Enek, black trousers that were bad and white shirts that were no less bad. In this way, Enek never gave up his gratitude.
After Faisal's thigh improved, Faisal decided to return to Jakarta. And on the way home, Faisal had to enjoy the feeling of being abandoned while waiting for a flight at the airport for several hours. One thing that made Faisal feel very impressed, once the plane landed, he was reunited with the beautiful girl who had been looming in his head, Zalfa. The beautiful-eyed girl was still as she used to be, beautiful and charming. Faisal felt a great longing.
Faisal opened his eyes and the shadows in his mind disappeared. His hand gripped tightly against the bed sheet with his eyes closed.
The sound of the door handle opening left Faisal's eyes open. Ms Fatima's face came from behind the door.
“Faisal,” call Bu Fatima into her son's room, then sit next to the bed.
Faisal smiled. Get up and sit by his mother's side. His heart was so cold looking at his mother's face. That shady face made her feel like she was returning from another world. Although he had been hugged by his mother several times, but his longing for his mother was still entrenched in his heart. Still hanging and not yet gone. Many of the things they talked about, many of the stories Faisal told, all ended in laughter accompanied by happy cries, and then hugging. Narrating.
Faisal smiled. “Then what about my wedding plans with Zalfa? Can you continue, right, ma'am?”
Ms. Fatima's face stiffened.
“No one can be my future wife other than Zalfa. Because Lady Faisal's position only belongs to Zalfa. I'm sure Zalfa was the first person to suffer my loss after Father and Mother. Until this moment, no woman can take the place of Zalfa in my heart.
Ms. Fatima was stunned. Hearing the name Zalfa called, he became stiff. On Faisal's return from a long, death-defying journey, she and her husband agreed not to discuss Zalfa first. They want Faisal to calm down first. They did not want Faisal to be in shock or even grieve if they knew the truth.
“Last time squirming Zalfa at the airport, I was clearly moaning that Zalfa's love for me was still the same as before even though our marriage had been canceled, the look in his eyes could not lie.” Faisal smiled, standing before his mother with a bright expression. “I'll see him. Doain me, Ma!” Faisal then turned around and walked towards the door.
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