AMONG THE 3A
PART 2'S. HIJAB TOSKA

Solo Station.

Two girls rushed out of the station platform. The announcement made to them through the loudspeaker of the information officer was unable to dampen the happiness of the two, immediately paying attention to the senses of the listener when they meet again after being separated for a long time.

And, in the end they had to rush out of the place which caused one of the phones to be left behind.

*

At first, Amir was deeply disturbed by the conversation of the two girls who were sitting on his back in the executive waiting room.

Wanting to reprimand, whether the call via loudspeaker that many heard was intended for them, seeing from the syar'i clothes worn among a dozen prospective passengers in the room, but it felt reluctant. It's none of my business, her mind.

" A, Al... We have been called... Yuuk... Duh keasikan chat. " The girl with the dark green veil complete with her niqob rushed up from her seat.

" I'm sorry, because I'm a tinder. "

Both of them were busy packing luggage that was not small. The green-hooded girl waved her hand for help from Porter who was passing in front of the executive waiting room to help bring their goods.

" Al, I'll go first.. You're the rest, can you? " he asked gently while touching the shoulder.

" Can Ka... The rest of the backpack, right? we go straight to the parking lot. " His reply while lifting the backpack and draping on his right shoulder.

Such was the conversation of the two that Amir had heard, before Amir again struggled to reply to a message from his brother.

Not long ago, the momentous fanfare that was quite horrendous had subsided. Feeling her throat dry, Amir intended to grab a bottle of mineral water at the corner showcase of the room but her eyes caught an object lying in the chair where the two girls were chatting.

" Eh, her phone's left behind. " Murmurm.

" Where was that going? Oh yeah, the parking lot. "

Amir came out of the waiting room and half ran towards the station parking lot. From a distance his eyes caught the hijab-wearing girl toska running towards a pickup car.

" Mba. uh Miss... Mbaaa, cellphone. " Shouted Amir.

Amir was sure the girl he called had stopped and turned to him but because of their pickup car that had slowly moved forward, the girl decided to go straight up. A second later, the minibus with the inscription of the princess boarding school darted away from the station parking lot.

" Oh, no abominations. " Amir gasping.

" May she feel lost before the distance is too far so I can drop her off. " Switch still while arranging the severed breath.

Amir chose to return to the waiting room, sitting there enjoying the cool air of the air-conditioned room. His right hand wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead as a result of running earlier while waiting for a reply message from ka Abyan.

Clung, klung. Batre low notification sound.

" Well, low batt anyway... Which is different from mine.. I'll take her home or I'll wait here, maybe she'll come back. " Amir muttered softly.

Ting. Notification of incoming messages to his phone.

" Mir, Ka Abyan is still outside... If you want to go to the cottage there is your Mba... Ka Abyan plans to go home tomorrow morning, just wait. " Message from Ka Abyan. Feeling the need to reply to the message, Amir decided to make a call.

" i... I canceled to Semarang today, back to Uyut only let you go home with Naya and Mas Panji later. "

" I'm sorry, sister Mir, it's not our destiny to meet Nieh... Be careful, greetings to Uyut and all who are there, "Reply at the end there.

" Beck.... Assalamu'alaikum's chat. "

" Wa'alaikumussalam's. "

Ka Abyan has been very busy lately, sometimes the message is slow to read. Amir understood because his brother was being prepared by his in-laws to replace the lead and manage the boarding school that he currently still leads.

That afternoon, after getting the news of the certainty of the existence of the brother, Amir immediately came out of the waiting room. Walk slowly down the not so crowded platform hallway to the front of the station and then take a taxi to return to Joglo Ageng. The state of the magnificent house typical of Javanese nuance was seen as deserted when he arrived twenty minutes later.

Mban said the newlyweds had just entered the room for a break. Their great-grandfather still received guests in his reading room.

" Den Mas, want to eat? Mban. "

" No need Mba, I just want to rest, call me at dinner with Mas Panji ya. " Message later.

" Good Den Mas. "

Her face is quite beautiful but as a woman who is in the crowd she should maintain her attitude. Uh but Naya did too, degh. Amir opened his eyes.

" Athaghfirullah's.... Why am I, I imagined the woman. " Swiping the face and restoring the hair.

Amir got up from his fall and stepped out of the room looking for Kusno's whereabouts, to borrow a charger that matched the cell phone he found at the station.

Loved pucuk, the person he was looking for was stepping towards him.

" Sir, got this charger? I'm gonna borrow it. " Sapa Amir when Kusno was in front of him.

" Whose phone is Den Mas? " Kusno had permission to enter the room, he was seen looking in one of the drawers of his desk, and a few moments later he went back out of the room to hand over the charger that Amir asked for.

" There's deeh... Nemu Pak Kusno, it wants me to go back but the batrenya is low. "

" This is gonna be flanked? " ask her again.

" Want me to find out or wait for him to call later... I borrowed the charger, sir. "

" Please use Den. "

Amir returned to his room. His heart was relieved, there was finally also a way to find out who the girl was. There is a heartbreak that envelops every time his net staring at the screen of the cellphone he is holding.

" Hopefully inside here, there's nothing important that he's waiting for. "

After making sure the girl's phone was electrified perfectly, Amir returned to his body and shortly afterwards, he fell asleep.

He would never have guessed, that starting from finding a girl's mobile phone in the waiting room of Solo Balapan station will lead him to a conflict of heart that is difficult to choose.

***

In the minibus that was driving towards the city of Semarang, the girl hooded toska began to realize that she had lost something.

" Yes, my phone is the same big brother no? " I'm worried.

" There's no Al, where did you put it? "

" What about the guy who found my phone? " given while thinking.

" Who is Al? "

" Hmmm that, at the station it looks like it's missing, on the bench... But there was a man who called before I boarded earlier. "

" Call you call Al, if it is still your sustenance, it will definitely return to your hands, "the green hooded girl named Emilia gave her phone to Almahyra.

Tut, the number you are aiming for is out of range. The voice of the female operator.

" No active ka, or batrenya exhausted, because it was dawn I forgot the charge. " Look at his best friend's phone.

" May you still have your sustenance, and he's a nice guy who keeps the contents inside your phone... If your phone is indecent... Haha. "

" Yeah, you're the evil Emilia... Just a picture of me brother, a lot of photos of me, and some speech scripts that I will wear during the internship presentation next week hiks. " regretfully.

" Bismillah is safe, Al.... "

" Aamiin's. " Bright both.

Even though his lips were saying soothing words, it was still his heart in disarray. No man has ever seen his beautiful hair uncoiled, covered in a long, protruding hijab, like the one he is wearing today.

God, take care of my law, don't let him see a picture of me without the hijab. His heart said the same prayer, whether it had been repeated a few hundred times.

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How did you know that Almahyra did not wear hijab? 😁