Mahabbah Longs
Dinner Ala Mustofa and Rima

Dear Readers ....

ijink I said

Taqoballah minna wa minkum.

syiyamana wa syiya

happy eid al-fitri

sorry for the inner birth.

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"Sir Mustofa, is that you?"

Soon the man was in front of her. With a candle that shines both.

"Fear yes ...."

"Don't joke!"

"sorry. It turns out that in terms of events there are those that are missed. I had to take the candle myself."

"Haaalllaaah .. just say it intentionally."

"It's not the scenario."

Rima looked increasingly upset. It feels like spilling all that frustration on people who until now did not stop teasing him. But Mustofa doesn't seem to care. Until it makes him more upset .. and upset. All he could do was take a sharp glance with his eyeballs rounded at Mustofa.

While Mustofa, getting such a gaze even enjoyed it happily.

"Ups ... wrong again dech me ..." said heart to be hidden, but also ejected.

Rima immediately threw away face with .. upset .. upset .. upset ... upset ....

"Alright, come!" bring Mustofa with a very detained laugh.

Mustofa invited Rima to a table with a pair of chairs around it. He put the candle on it. The atmosphere is really romantic. Under the bright moonlight. Coupled with a faint candlelight. Moreover, suddenly one by one the candles seemed to be floating above the pool that was beside them.

"How ...?"

With a shy smile he replied, "Okay, thanks Mustofa who play boy ...."

It is said play boy, Mustofa is not angry at all, even smiles staring at Rima. Increasingly make Rima open to shed disappointment, annoyance and aggravation that now melancholy.

"Now there is one. Please open ...."

For a moment Rima forgot her sense of regret. But he still had doubts about what was inside. Maybe something will ....

"Open up!"

"It's not a trap, is it?"

"Didn't believe it."

"Alright .. alright ..." replied Rima while looking at the aluminum hood that was in front of her.

I don't know why Mustofa would want to tease him once again. When Rima took off the hood. He shouted ....

"Katak !!!"

Spontan Rima threw the hood forward, until it was lodged in Mustofa's head.

"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiun ..." he said spontaneously, while taking the hood of saji perched on his head.

After putting the object in its place, he rubbed his hair which was painful. Gradually, his fingers touched a protruding flesh between his hair ....

"Wow, bangjol" Mustofa said grimacingly.

"Thankful, rasaaiiiiinnn ..." whispered Rima with a happy smile. Look at Mustofa who is in pain.

"Relange ...."

"His own fault likes to tease. I'm surprised, right."

"No apologies?"

"No ...."

Mustofa had to take a deep breath. Giving up on losing to his own mess he had just done. But he also smiled looking at Rima, who was busy enjoying her victory.

Rima immediately set his eyes on the dish, which was already open in front of him. There are two fairly large lobsters on a serving plate. Unfortunately, the two lobster eyes that want to come out are looking at him sharply. Until his frustration reappears. His appetite was gone for a moment.

"What's wrong?"

"No ...."

"Dislike?"

The laughter of Mustofa exploded. Looking at Rima's expression that looked reluctant and annoyed, looking at the dish in front of her.

"You're angry at you."

"Sucks" said Rima.

He took the lobster, dismembered it furiously. Then just let it go. I don't know what's in Rima's shadow, to the point that she's acting childish.

Frankly, Mustofa made him gawk with his actions. It's a prestigious, highly nutritious animal, only a certain person can enjoy, kok slashed uselessly. But to his amazement, when he finished cutting the lobster, he lowered his head and cried so hard.

"Tonight was all shit. Sister Ulya, Nur and you are also brother Mustofa. Everybody's playing me. No matter how I feel ..." she said in succession on the sidelines of her cries.

For a while, Mustofa was silent. Waiting for the expression of Rima's inner voice to come out through the words from her lips. He understood very well at this moment Rima felt a completely broken heart. But he can't do much.

Finally he approached Rima and gouged in front of her. He stared at the eyes that were wet with tears that belonged to Rima.

"I'm sorry, Brother Ulya and sister Naura, me too. We're not going to hurt you. There is really no intention of them to make you hurt. One day you will understand that they have harbored that love for a long time."

"Cannot ... All I know is that Andre told Nur to always be in his care."

"Maybe you're hard to believe. I am also .... When sister Ulya is injured or sad, always the painting studio that he meets. I saw there many paintings of little girls given the initials Nur Aini. Is it true that sister Naura named Nur Aini time in Indonesia."

"Yes ...."

"She's little girl, sister Ulya."

"Indeed, he never told me about his childhood."

"Don't be jealous now."

"It was difficult ... But I'll try."

"I like you so. Now remove your tears. We eat!"

Once again he looked clear to Rima's puffy eyes. Then he took out his white handkerchief. He gave it to Rima. Then he moved from his squat, towards his original seat.

"I'm sorry. Ruin our eating."

"Nothing" replied the gentle Mustofa.

He picked up a lobster that had been torn apart, peeling it perfectly. Then give it to Rima.

"Eat ...."

He could not refuse to give Mustofa. He ate it, though with shame.

"thank you. Didn't you eat?"

"After you're full" Mustofa said without stopping peeling the lobster in front of him. Then give it to Rima again.

Rima immediately took the fork. Back to give it to Mustofa. Mustofa smiles. He took it and ate it with great gusto.

"It has. We eat alone. Let's hurry, it's night."

"Why indeed?" ask Rima.

"Bikin' my heart's pounding. If the halal couple is okay ... Now, make myself expect more."

Inevitably, Mustofa's reply made him smile.

"Nach, who started ...."

"Sorry, khilaf .... But I didn't mean anything."

"I just wanted to thank you for the bribe you gave me."

"Yes already. Let's eat .... Looks like it's been too late. Afraid your papa's looking."

"Accept ...."

For a moment, the atmosphere was in silence. Only sometimes the sound of clinking of garbu or sandak and also the knife that touches the plate, where they eat. Didn't feel 2 lobster tails were exhausted by them. After that, they then spent the available orange juice.

"Nach, how?"

"Thank you for dinner, brother."

Before getting out of his seat, Mustofa noticed for a moment Rima's face which still showed the scars of her crying.

"You wash your face first, ngggeh. Cook go pretty, go home like this."

Rima smiled getting the attention of Mustofa.

"Where's the toilet."

"Come ..."