He's Not A Bad Boy
Chapter 15 - Is he Shy?

Dusk in the afternoon began to greet, the orange sky began to look so beautiful from inside the cafe located not far from the beach. A man in all-black clothes and a hat and sunglasses was sitting on the second floor of the cafe staring at his cell phone screen showing CCTV footage on the first floor, more precisely showing Khaira who is busy serving customers cafe so friendly.

As Khaira smiled at the customer, the man smiled as well. "Even you never smiled at me as long as we were friends until we walked away like this." Boy wastes a lethargic breath if he remembers the reality he is facing right now.

Shortly after, there was the sound of the Adzan reverberating in the mosque which was not far from the cafe. Boy began to prepare to leave because he knew Khaira would soon be going to the mosque to pray.

When Boy came down the stairs and arrived on the first floor, he could already see Khaira walking out of the cafe after previously asking permission to pray to the cafe manager.

Boy stopped his steps while in front of the mosque fence, he noticed Khaira who was now entering the mosque. It felt so dirty to get in there. However, the chanting of Adhan which still reverberated, made the man's heart tremble a little.

Out of nowhere, Boy suddenly curious to enter the mosque. How does it feel to enter the mosque so that those who have entered always return there during prayer time? How thought.

He had forgotten the last time he stepped on the mosque, maybe when his mother was still there, and he was still living happily with his parents. Very different from his life now which is far from happy.

Although almost every day Boy had fun with his friend, but he never found his happiness there. Very different from Khaira, although her best friend is only Shaza and more often at home, the look in the eyes of the girl always displays happiness.

Still with the mind going to and fro, until the words of Khaira about yesterday's prayer crossed his memory, Boy until he was not aware if now he was at the door of the mosque. Cool and calm, that was the first impression he felt when he saw people sitting in remembrance, and also people who were praying sunnah in there.

"Son, why don't you come in?" Boy was surprised when an elderly man with a face so shady and gray hair patted his shoulders gently.

"Can I come in?" A question that reflexes came out of his mouth, making the man before him smile faintly.

"Everybody who wants to pray can come in, son. Especially if he is a man like you, then the law of congregational prayer in the mosque is mandatory, except sick people and travelers," said the elderly man.

"But, Sir, Grandpa, ...." Boy stopped his words because he was confused about what to call the elderly man.

"Change, just call me Abah. Is this your first time entering the mosque?" guess the old man and Boy reflexively nodded his head.

"Have you been ablution, son?" Boy shook his head slowly. "Then, let Abah inter-wudhu first." The elderly man finally brought Boy to the ablution as well as guiding the man to ablution patiently.

"Wear this peci." The elderly man took the peci from his bag and put it on Boy's head even though he had to tiptoe a little because Boy's body was quite high.

"Follow every movement of the Imam, but do it after the Imam has finished saying 'Allahu Akbar' so that you do not precede the movement of the Imam."

"Well, Abah."

Maghrib prayer began where Boy stood right next to the elderly man. The man could not believe that tonight he was actually doing a worship that he had not thought of in the least during this time. There is a sense of calm that embraces his heart when he prostrates, all the burdens that have made his life feel heavy as if lost instantly.

Up to three raka'at passed, and the dhikr coupled with the common prayer was over, one by one people started to come out of the mosque. Boy was about to move after returning the peci he had used to the elderly man and replaced it with a hat.

"Wait, Son."

Boy immediately turned his head when the old man called out to him. "Bring this peci, consider this our gift of introduction, whose name are you, son?" tanyanya held out her hand towards Boy.

"Boy, Abah." Boy received the peci and immediately shook his hand.

"Yes, Abah, thank you for everything." Boy received the business card and immediately left the mosque after saying goodbye to Abah Rahman.

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Boy had been on the second floor, he turned on his phone to see Khaira, but she did not return from the mosque. A few minutes he waited, until finally Khaira entered the cafe.

Being cool looking at Khaira's face from afar, the sound of his stomach rumbling made Boy realize that since last afternoon he had not eaten anything, he only had time to drink coffee this afternoon.

"Sir, bring me food on the second floor, I'm hungry" the man told the cafe manager by phone.

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On the first floor, the customers of the cafe were a lot because it had entered dinner time, all the servants seemed busy serving customers, except Khaira who had just returned from the maghrib prayer.

"Ra, please bring this food to our boss" one of his co-workers said.

"Our boss?"

"Yes, he's on the second floor."

"Tell me what number?"

"Lacking to know, you've never seen him?" Khaira shook her head slowly. "Oh yes I forgot, you are still new here, which I clearly saw him wearing all black clothes, the person is tall, a little muscular, and handsome of course, he said, but be careful he's cold and a little rough, so try not to make trouble in front of him."

"Yes, Brother. Fine."

Although a little horrified after hearing the boss's characteristics, Khaira still panicked herself. This is his job, and he has to be professional.

While carrying a large tray containing a plate of food and a glass of drink, Khaira had now arrived on the second floor. His eyes began to pay attention to everyone there, until his gaze was fixed on a man dressed in all black who was sitting in the corner of the room while behind him.

Khaira was so convinced that the man was the boss, because of the large number of people on the second floor, only she was in accordance with the traits she had just heard from her co-workers.

"Excuse me, here's the food, sir."

Khaira frowned as she watched the boss quickly put on his hat and glasses while looking down upon hearing his voice from behind.

"What's wrong with her? Is she shy too?"

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