Bestfriend ‘Til Jannah
The Match Will Not Go Where

"Lo may ask for anything, my self-esteem may also, even my life, but I'm sorry, yes, Ra...."

Zhara looked at her three companions who had kneeled right before her feet. What they did, of course, made the girl quite surprised and embarrassed because their current position was right in the middle of the classroom entrance.

"What's wrong?" Zhara turned her head to look back. "Who's the same, anyway?" zhara asked, bending her legs to kneel with her friends.

That made Farel immediately pull Zhara into his arms. "Sometimes the brain bolot lo, can be useful as well" he said, stroking the girl's shoulder gently.

For too long, Ashraf decided to forcibly remove Farel from Zhara. "Yesterday you came to see Ms. Mitha, huh?" ask Asyraf, making the new topic clearly much more important.

Repeating his memories regarding Zhorif, made him suddenly develop his wide smile and walk merrily towards his chair. The strange behavior made Aufa, Asyraf, and Farel also confused and approached the girl. Aufa extended the back of her hand to Zhara's forehead to check the girl's body temperature. "Lo's pain? Smile to yourself," he said.

Zhara looked at her three companions with sparkling eyes. "Today I met my soul mate at the mosque...." Zhara seemed so enthusiastic about repeating the story she experienced yesterday, she even showed Zhorif's mobile number that she got by forcing and threatening.

Hearing the story, Aufa could only cluck and pat her hands in admiration. "Lo who said, I'm ashamed, huh, Ra?" aufa seemed confused with herself.

On the other side.

"Geekim!"

The sound of sneezing Zhorif strong enough, immediately invited the mother to look at him worried. "You sick, Rif? Mama, right, have said ... In addition to taking care of the health of the patient, you also have to take care of your own health, dong!" ranti's annoyance at the child's only wayangnya, "this is the reason Mama maksa you to quickly marry, so that someone takes care of you, son...." Ranti sighed as she ruffled her waist.

Zhorif could only return his mother's scolding with a smile. "I just sneezed, Ma. Try to pay attention to Papa tuh, who is pale does not heal," Zhorif said to his father who this morning secretly applied a thick face powder to look pale in the eyes of his wife. It was done deliberately, so that Ranti gave him more attention.

Ranti could only giggle amusedly looking at her husband who suddenly coughed loudly. "Pantes aja makeup powder Mama always broken. No wonder...." Zhorif also laughed at the father who covered his face embarrassed using the morning newspaper.

"Oh, yes, Rif. Mama and Aunt Erna have made an appointment for you and her daughter" said Ranti who suddenly made Zhorif stop his laughter. "Come, Son ... Your mama is no longer young, want to quickly hold a grandchild. Follow my request, this time, okay?" pinta Ranti seemed to know that her son would definitely refuse.

Zhorif let out a furious breath. "Ma, when did I not answer Mama's request? For once, let me know who the woman I would choose to be my wife is" Zhorif said in a gentle tone, fearfully hurting his mother's feelings.

"Pa .. look at your son!" ranti's whining of Hasan made the middle-aged man turn his head towards Zhorif.

"That's it, Rif .. what's wrong with obeying your Mama's request? After all, you only met for a moment with the girl," said the father, coaxing.

Zhorif could only massage his dizzy temples while nodding his head. "Yes, it's up to Mama. Please arrange a meeting schedule," he said resignedly. "I'm off to work first, Pa, Ma. Assalamu'alaikum" said Zhorif before leaving the dining room at the Maulana family's residence.

"Wa'alaikum...."

Not yet had time to start the car engine, a call coming from his phone made Zhorif immediately raised the call.

"Rif, Mama made her appointment. Today at the Heavenland Hotel at 16:00 pm, don't forget, huh?!"

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma...."

"Eh? Wa'alaikumsalam. How about, greetings anyway, anyway?"

"It must be, Ma...."

"Oh .. jaudah, you must not forget. Watch out, huh?!"

"Yes, yeah...."

"Yaudah, Mama matiin, yes. Don't use greetings again, time wants three times to say greetings."

"Hm."

Zhorif shook his head, enduring the frustration that seemed to be about to tear his body apart. Sometimes, his mother was always excessive to him and made him feel uncomfortable, although Zhorif himself also understood that his mother was a little lonely, because the father was still busy working in his old age.

The line!

"Mas, addback me, yes 😘"

Zhorif turned off his phone regardless of the message sent by the girl. Because, he did not want the mood of the morning worsened due to interference from the mother and also the girl he just knew yesterday.

Drrt .. drrttt .. drrrttt...

Zhorif grabbed his phone by holding back his sense of regret half-dead.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Why else, Ma? I'm driving."

"Ashik .. glad to get a call of affection from the prospective husband. Wa'alaikumsalam also Papa!"

Zhorif glared in surprise, his hand abruptly keeping his phone away from his ear and staring at the black screen which further explained that the call came from Zhara, not Ranti.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to"

"No papa, really, Mom! Is there time? Meet, yuk! Eh? But, isn't Mas driving anymore?"

"Yes, I'm driving."

"Okay, if so! Later on, yes, dear Papa...."

A tit!

Zhorif put his forehead on the steering wheel of the car and banged it slowly for several times. The shame on him at this moment was truly unbearable anymore.

The man gave up all thoughts of embarrassment as his long legs regularly stepped into Maulana Hospital, a renowned hospital in Jakarta that employs guaranteed professional doctors. Yes, the hospital does belong to his family, more precisely to the late grandfather who used to serve as the director of the hospital and surgeon. Now, the position is being occupied by the father-Hasan-and will be relegated to Zhorif when the man is ready to establish a domestic relationship aka marriage.

"Good morning, Dr. Zhorif!" greet the sisters who are always enthusiastic to welcome the arrival of the handsome man.

Zhorif replied with a smile accompanied by a brief nod before he began to enter the room where the patients consulted him.

Shortly after that, a little boy was being carried by his mother. Seeing the mother seem to mind holding her daughter, Zhorif reached out his hand to help by taking over the little girl.

"Keysha's sick again?" zhorif asked when he found snot coming out of the little girl's nostril.

The mother raised her hand up looking resigned. "Not knowing anymore, me. How many times have I told her papa to stop loving Keysha candy, still. Ludes, right?!" the scolding made Zhorif laugh.

"Uncle ... Mama's sick, huh? Why does he keep getting angry?" ask the little girl while whispering, although the whisper can still be heard by the mother.

Zhorif sniffed his shoulders while shaking his head, putting on his stupid look. "I don't know, maybe Mama wants to find a new Papa for you, Key," replied Zhorif who made the mother suddenly glared sharply at him because she had spoken carelessly.

The little girl named Keysha seemed to nod her head with an innocent face. "If Uncle? Uncle when do you have a new Aunty?" tanyakanya.

The question made Keysha's mother laugh out loud. "Oh my goodness, Key .. just one he doesn't have, how do you want a new one!" the woman's laughter, revenge.

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If wanted....

Voments first dong! Don't be stingy, tar grave lo narrow 😅

-Charlies_N - N