Assalamualaikum Ukhti
Chapter 6

POV FAHRY

My name is Muhammad Fahry, commonly called Fahry. I was born without a father, because when my mother was eight months pregnant, my father died.

I was taken care of by my mother alone, because my mother had no family in this town. To meet our needs, my mother sold food in one of the school canteens.

When I turned 20, my mother went home forever to the power of being sick.

I work in one of the most famous Islamic bookstores, I'm the outsider who delivers books from one store to another using my butut bike.

However, I also offered to some young women if I was resting in the mosque. Because the books sold are for my bonus.

When I finished praying, I prayed to the almighty. Because it has given me sustenance, today my book is almost sold out, leaving only a few books.

After the completion of the prayer, I intend to offer my book to some of the women sitting in the courtyard of the mosque. However, when I stepped on a woman who seemed to be in a hurry, I had not even dodged.

Bruock!

The woman hit me hard enough to make the book I was carrying fall to the ground.

The woman helped me collect the book, saying in her soft voice apologized for accidentally bumping into me in a hurry.

Even I was blown away by her soft voice, we looked at each other for a moment. I saw him immediately take his eyes off.

When I finished, I offered the woman in front of me this book.

He pointed to one of the Islamic books.

After greeting him, he half ran towards the car that was waiting for him. It was clear that he was very happy to meet the man in the car.

I think positively, if the man in the car is her husband.

Ever since that first meeting, that woman's face has always been ringing in my mind. For more than a week I never saw him again, even I went to the mosque where we met and wished I'd met him again.

This afternoon I just finished lunch with the store owner, because this month's book sales alhamdullilah exceeded the target sold.

When I parked my bike, I caught the woman who was always dancing in my mind sitting looking out.

“Assalamualaikum Ukhti..”.

The woman was a little surprised, I don't know what she thought.

POV AUTHORS

“Waalaikumsalam,” sahut Icha reflex reply greetings.

“Sorry, wasn't that Mr in the mosque that time?” ask Icha.

Fahry nodded.

Icha frowned confusedly.

“Stupid?”

“Sorry. I mean, we're paired up to meet again. I'm sorry Ukhti if it makes Ukhti misunderstand,” said Fahry felt wrong talk.

“Include me Fahry,” he said reached out his hand.

Icha did not welcome the helping hand, just looking at it with a smile.

Icha put her hands together so as not to come into contact with people who are not her muhrim.

“I Marissa,” say Icha with a smile.

“Oh, Sorry!” fahry pulled his hand back.

“Why am I such a fool in front of women,” he said in a embarrassed heart.

“Is Miss looking for another book?” ask Fahry again.

Icha shook her head.

“I apply for a job here, I saw this store open a job vacancy,” Icha said.

“Sorry in advance, don't call me Miss. Call me Icha only, usually people call me by the name Icha,” he added.

“Iya. Icha...” said Fahry nodded in understanding.

Before long, there was a woman who called him to enter the room for an interview.

“Please enter Miss, boss call you in.”

Icha nodded, before saying goodbye to Fahry first, then followed behind the woman who called him earlier.

Icha opened the door, surprised to see the owner of the store was someone she knew very well.

“You!” say them simultaneously.

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A little bit earlier, the Author is busy. Busy thinking of reality live🤭🤭😂🙏