HIJAIYAH LOVE
Lunch Both

No chatter was made from the mouths of Annisa and Azzam. Both of them looked ambiguous silent, with their own thoughts.

After driving for almost twenty minutes, the red-lit sports car had reached the workshop, where Azzam's car was serviced.

" Let's pray first, there's a musholla, come down !!" exclaimed Azzam, this time the cold man tried to be friendly and considerate.

" Thank you" Annisa said as Azzam opened the door for her.

They walked towards the musholla behind the workshop. Azzam often brought his car to be serviced here, so he memorized this place.

*****

After performing the Dzuhur prayer with Annisa, Azzam invited Annisa to lunch at the restaurant beside the workshop.

No objection came out of his mouth, Annisa also followed the steps of Azzam, like a buffalo in the fit of his nose, the girl who usually revolted and always protested it, somehow that afternoon looked more obedient, he said, after Azzam claimed himself as a prospective wife in front of the students and students.

" What message do you want?" azzam asked, showing me the menu book.

" It's up to Azzam" replied Annisa briefly.

Azzam called the waiter, and ordered two servings of sour sweet shrimp, along with drinks and steak.

Shortly thereafter the waiter came to take their order. Although in his heart was still filled with disbelief in the attention and tenderness of Azzam's attitude. But Annisa still tried to be friendly and finish the food Azzam ordered.

A long time passed after lunch ended, in the city of M, Azzam drove Annisa home. With each car.

" I went straight home, said my greetings to my mother and father, God willing to visit next Saturday" Azzam said to Annisa.

Annisa nodded and waved her hand at Azzam, the car that Azzam was driving left the Amir family residence.

******

" Whether he took the wrong medicine earlier, the feeling of time in the library he was just indifferent, when I offered him to stop by. Why is it that attention is suddenly like this. Hiii make you afraid, surely later he plans to prank me again for sure." muttered Annisa, walking towards the house.

" Assalamu'alaikum, ma Nisa's coming home." cried Annisa as she entered the house.

Devi welcomed the arrival of the beloved princess " Wa'alaikumussalam warahmatullaahi wabarakaatuh, uh already home dear, kok until afternoon." said Devi returned the greeting Annisa.

Nisa kissed the back of Devi's hand and sat her butt in a soft sofa, where Devi was sitting.

" Yes ma, Azzam mas his car entered the workshop this morning, continued to the workshop with Nisa, just now also anterin Nisa here, just hunted so tipped greetings for the same mother, Insya Alalh next Saturday play here he said."

answer Annisa.

" Yes, Nisa should call mama dong, can say hello to prospective ghosts." said Devi.

" Kok mama so the flirtatious yes, yes tomorrow Nisa pull mas Azzam here to meet the prospective in-laws." Annisa upset.

" Loh kok Nisa said it so dear, not the intention of my mother flirtatious son, it is not polite prospective ghosts stop by, mama does not say hello." kilah Devi.

Nisa walks into the room leaving Devi watching television.

*****

" Why did Nisa suddenly turn into a calm yes, usually her mouth is always protesting and nyamber continues, is there something wrong with my attitude huh?" muttered Azzam, thinking while driving his car, a few meters more have arrived at home.

After arriving home, umi Fatimah welcomed the arrival of her eldest son.

"'Iya umi, this morning Zam's car entered the workshop, continued to go home with Nisa asking for anther to the workshop, then Zam anter he came home" replied Azzam unbuttoned the shirt of the neck.

This young lecturer was sitting next to umi Fatimah, breaking his head in the lap of his mother.

" Are you really Zam with Nisa? wah who has played between now yes, umi misses the info." ledek Fatimah memijit shoulder Azzam.

" The story is long umi, not as you might imagine." replied Azzam flatly.

Azzam briefly recalled the incident in the campus a few moments ago. The young lecturer muttered angrily "It seems like Rangga should be watched, it could be anytime he bothers Nisa back. Just be careful if he's brave, my threats don't play."

Azzam then went to the room without telling him all the events in the campus this afternoon.

*****

That night as usual, Rangga went to Leo's barrel. He drives his favorite moge. With a bent face Rangga went into the cafe Leo.

" Night bro, wait..why is your face bent like a colette pillow so bro." ledek Leo when Rangga just arrived.

" Assem lu Le, called a pillow." said Rangga flat, as his hand punched Leo's arm.

Leo gave the waiter code, in order to bring the order as usual for Rangga.

" Tell me how did you try, it worked??"

ask Leo.

Rangga was silent for a moment not chiming in on Leo's question.

" Lu know not Le, it turns out that the girl is the future wife of Mr. Azzam. Lecturer who is often called the pole." said Rangga glued with an empty view.

" Is that true ? know where you're from, bro ?" ask Leo curiously.

" Yes Le, Mr. Azzam himself said it. He also forbade me from approaching Nisa. " complained Rangga.

After hearing Rangga's story, Leo took a deep breath and exhaled violently.

" It's Ga, don't go after Annisa anymore, isn't she herself telling you to forget everything and break even. Do not waste your time and energy, do you know what the nature of Mr. Azzam is." said Leo advising.

" I don't know why it hurts Le, see Mr. Azzam holding Nisa's hand" said Rangga lethargic.

" Daunt, don't tell me you like that girl, crazy you huh. How could he possibly want to be with you, before you're in a hijab like Tom n Jerry. Especially now that he changed drastically like that." Leo warned.

Rangga silently did not reply to Leo's comments, still remembering the scene Azzam took away Annisa from his presence.

Whether since when the thought of Rangga drained out thinking of Annisa continues, since the events that happened to the girl, Rangga continues to be haunted by guilt and now he was not aware, he was not aware, what feelings are playing in his heart.

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