AZZAMS
Soraya

“Mess..”

“Suture.”

Azzam continued to give Arsy the medical equipment he had requested. Her sister was practicing sewing using a doll that was torn from her stomach. Azzam was incessantly watching Arsy who was still sewing dolls.

“Cut.”

“Cut.”

Azzam cut the thread after the brother finished sewing. Arsy's face seemed satisfied to see the results of the seams, although not too neat, and the time spent long enough, but the girl was satisfied.

“Emang kak Arsy wants to be a surgeon?” ask Azzam.

“Not yet know. But the rich are not. Sister is not mentally strong enough to be a surgeon.”

“Continue why did Arsy learn this?”

“The general practitioner should be prepared with all circumstances. Especially if assigned to a remote area. The patient comes with an open wound, the chances are high. That's why you want to learn a little too.”

Only a nod of the head was given by Azzam. Arsy then turned on his laptop. He opened up pictures of medical equipment often used in hospitals and operating rooms. The girl explained what the function of the equipment was. Seriously, Azzam took it all in.

“You can CPR?’

“Udah, who was then brother ajarin.”

“Try again. Use a doll.”

Azzam picked up a small teddy bear, then positioned it as if lying down. He put his hands together, then placed them on the chest of the doll. Slowly he started pumping it. Arsy noticed what his sister was doing. Several times he confirmed the position of his sister's hand.

“Good, you are fine now. Surely the exercise is useful for you in the field later.”

“Iya, sis.”

“You really want to be a cadet?”

“So how many times has it been? I passed the exam, re-registered. The day after I left for Yogya. Still unclear, sis?” Azzam chuckled afterwards.

“So countrymen, especially TNI is not easy, Zam. You must have a strong mentality and steel determination. Life in the dormitory is not as easy and pleasant as when you are here. You must also take away the great name of Wisdom. Once you get in there, you're just a new cadet who has to submit to the hierarchy system.”

“Iya, sis. I know, really. I also know that my path will not be easy. In Allah I am ready for the consequences. Brother pray for me, hopefully I can finish college properly and I can be a fighter pilot, as I dreamed.”

“Aamiin. sure enough, brother will always doain you. Brother will surely miss you.”

Azzam hugged his sister. Soon he will leave his hometown, leave his family, to achieve his goals as a fighter pilot and a service member. A decision that was not easy, and had received opposition from mama, KiJo and his two grandmothers. But the support of Abi and Kenzie, making him more and more rounded his determination.

“Azzam!” nara's voice called her name.

“Iya, ma.”

“There's your friend, nih.”

Azzam immediately got up from his seat, then walked out of the room. With a quick step, the stairs came down. Nara's hand was pointing towards the living room. There the guest sat waiting.

“Sora,” call Azzam.

A beautiful girl wearing a pink hijab stood up as Azzam approached her. Soraya was Azzam's friend from the time they were in junior high school, until they entered the same high school. Now they will not be one more educational institution, because Azzam chose to attend air force education in Yogyakarta.

“Tumben to here, what is it?”

“Lusa you leave for Yogya?”

“Iya.”

“I'm here to take you on the road. Consider it a farewell before you go to Yogya.”

“Ehmm. Where are you going?”

“Where to go?”

“Ke More and Most Coffee, how? If you have entered the dormitory, will not be able to hangout again at cafe.”

“Bby.”

“What are you up here?”

“Tadi ushered bang Fikri.”

“Before you change first.”

Azzam quickly returned to his room to change clothes. He could not possibly refuse Soraya's invitation. The girl is the only female friend. All this time he was just hanging out with a boy friend. Soraya is an exception.

In her eyes, Soraya was a good girl who had never done anything strange. He also always keeps his aura and also never let men touch it, even if only the skin of his hands.

Without Azzam noticing, Soraya secretly harbored feelings for him. It was just that the girl did not dare to express her feelings. He could only admire in silence. For him, being friends with Azzam, and the man being nice to him, that was enough. Soraya did not dare to wish more on the man.

Hearing the news Azzam will take education as an air cadet, of course, making Soraya sad. He could no longer meet the young man anymore. But Soraya also had no right to ban. Think of it as a test of his feelings. Whether his love for Azzam will last a long time, or will disappear with time.

The arrival of Azzam disperse the reverie of Soraya. For a moment the girl was stunned to see the good looks of the young man in front of her. Azzam wore a short-sleeved kaon oblong covered in a light-gray hoodie sweater. His feet were wrapped in black jeans. In Soraya's eyes, Azzam's appearance was never flawed.

Azzam takes Soraya to the garage. He borrowed his mother's car to go with Soraya. After wearing his seatbelt, the young man started running his vehicle. Soraya occasionally steals a look at Azzam, who is concentrating on his wheel. Their goal is More and Most Coffee in the upper Dago area.

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The atmosphere of More and Most Coffee has been crowded with visitors. Most of those who came were young people. They enjoy spending time in this cafe while enjoying the food and drinks provided. The facilities provided by this cafe, not just wifi. But there are some other games like football table, basketball hokey, table game and shoot the zombies.

“What do you want to order?” ask Azzam.

“I want vanilla latte or same triple chocolate.”

“There again?” ask the waiter who recorded their order.

“Caramel Machiato equal cheese cake,” Further Azzam.

After taking down the order, the waiter immediately left the table that Azzam and Soraya occupied. Azzam's eyes looked around the cafe. Then his gaze came to a halt on the empty zombie shoot game engine.

“You play it?” bargain Azzam while pointing at the game engine that is near them.

“Bby.”

While waiting for their order to be completed, the two immediately headed for the zombie shoot game engine. First, Azzam filled the game card at the cashier, then swiped it to the place of the card in the game machine. Each of them held a weapon that would be used to shoot the zombies that were on the screen in front of them.

Azzam kept aiming the weapon in his hand at the zombies that were approaching him. Occasionally, Soraya screams when a zombie approaches her. Several times Azzam helped him kill zombies, but due to the large number of zombies that surrounded him, the man had trouble as well. Soraya had to give up when her chosen character died being bitten by zombies.

Now only Azzam is fighting alone against the zombies. The man had safely passed level one. But his steps had to stop at level three only. The two immediately returned to the table. There their order is ready.

“Seru really is the game. Deg-degan too, feel pursued real zombies,” cerocos Soraya while sipping his drink.

“Bikin. Unfortunately only get to level 3.”

“That's how many levels anyway?”

“10 if not wrong.”

“Definitely level up, add hard.”

“Pastya.”

Azzam sipped his macchiato. His eyes looked around the cafe. It turned out that many visitors came in pairs, including himself and Soraya.

“You plan to take what corps later?”

“Fighter aircraft.”

“That's really cool, Zam. Hopefully what you want can be achieved, yes.”

“Aamiin.. How are you? What majors do you want to major in?”

“I want to take a teacher, PGSD to be exact.”

“Success yes. I'm sure you'll be a good teacher. Who is patient if you teach children SD.”

“In Shaa Allah. But if the student plate is rich you, do not guarantee also.”

“Hahaha.

After enjoying drinks and snacks, Azzam invited Soraya to go home. It was almost nine nights too. The man drove Soraya to his residence. The house belonging to the Soraya family seemed deserted.

“Your house is very quiet. U been on sleep?”

“Papa sama mama again nengok kak When in Bekasi. Bang Fikri kaya has not returned.”

“Ooh.”

“Still yes, Zam. I hope you stay at home in the dorm. Learn right, and may your ideals as a fighter pilot be achieved.”

“Aamiin. you too. I hope you can be a good teacher. Who can educate the next generation of the nation into a better person again.”

“Aamiin. if you go back to Bandung, news. Let us hangout together again.”

“Ok.”

“Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Waalaikumsalam.”

Soraya got out of the car Azzam was driving. He waved his hand before entering the house. From behind the window curtains, he saw the four-wheeled vehicle that brought him home was moving away from his residence.

“Bye, Zam. I hope we can meet again. And when we meet later, I hope in your heart there is already a feeling for me.”

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