Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 10: ALKI KIHALMID

2 Days before the wedding.

Afra stepped slowly down from the stairs. His mind floated five days ago. A little amused he thought about it.

Flashback

"I want to speed up this marriage." The man looked down after expressing his intentions to both of Afra's parents.

At first Afra was surprised, but soon normalized her face again. He stopped breathing for a moment. "What do you mean in the woods?" Ask.

Ziran smiled very sweet knot. "Yes, right. What do you think?" Afra turned her attention to her flanged hands. How's think? Where does he know! All he knew for sure was that his heart was getting louder at the moment! Afra moved uneasily, losing her composure.

Didn't expect it to be this fast?

"Abi agrees. Good intentions don't delay longer, isn't faster better?" Abinya's answer further added to Afra's heart race, beating harder.

"True Abi, the sooner the better. How dear?" Irana was excited, eagerly hugging her daughter from the side.

if it was like this, Afra would not answer.

"Afra agrees, it's up to Umi and Abi."

"Alhamdullilah..." Thankful that said by Ziran, Abi and Uminya, look very happy.

The girl turned her face to the side and whispered in the air "Defy is useless, Ziran will still force her to accept! Forcers!"

Ziran couldn't help but be amused, knowing that the girl was grumbling herself all out despite no sound. The movement of the lips is too difficult to miss, always monitored by him.

"But...," Surely you remember not the man's promise? Well, Surah An-Nisa's memorandum as her wedding dowry. Has Ziran forgotten about it? Everyone is guessing the continuation of Afra's speech. "Surah An-Nisa's Ship...,"

Ziran smiled widened, her guess was most appropriate. "Alhamdulillah, I have memorized. The wedding is one week away and the day before that, I'll listen to you."

A sense of calm poured into Afra's heart. Ziran is worthy of many women, the man even desperately wants to devour all the suras in the Quran for him. Especially the others? insatiable...

"Or..., you want to hear it now? Not very impatient." Temptation Ziran, put Afra to shame.

"30 Juz of the Quran can be now." But make no mistake, from now on Afra will learn to flirt more than Ziran did.

Face-to-face!

Flashback-offs

Her marriage is accelerating and you know how Afra feels? The astonishment! Like riding the Rorrler Coaster extriem game rides, his heart is pounding faster waiting for two more days his status will change.

Afra's mind collapsed instantly when Uminya came.

"Afra, where are you going?"

Irana asked before her son asked for permission.

"You go to the store right to the parlor, Umi." Sahut Afra smiled.

Well, after a few days of being cooped up in the house, Afra wanted to get some fresh air. The plan, he's going to 'MOCOCOLA' It's been a long time since he went to his shop. Usually who will monitor the store other than himself, Umi. And well, she also misses the atmosphere of the home, meeting children and the Malaysian girl.

"Loh, loh. That's your hand has not been fully healed, your marriage is also only 2 days away, better rest, yes son." Irana persuaded, stroking gently the right shoulder of her son.

Afra shook her head and chuckled small. "Afra's hand is better, Umi. Afra's out for just a second, can ya?" Afra hugs spoiled Irana to be allowed.

Irana also resigned. "Yes, I can. It's fine over there. Don't go home too late, baby."

A hug came off and Afra smiled broadly saluting. "Ready, Umi. Assalamuaikum." After greeting Umi's hand, Afra began to step towards the main door of the house.

"Eh, Son!" Irana called back. Afra stopped and turned her body.

"Yes, Umi?" Afra curious.

"Tadi Abi called Umi. He said, your brother's coming for a minute, you know." Umi said with a smile.

"Right, Umi. If so, Afra departed now, God willing, he returned quickly. Can't wait to see you."

Adami Huzeri, Brother of Afraza Humairah. After Adami took office at his Abinya company outside the city, he rarely went home because he was so busy. Usually, just steal time to go home because of the miss of family and his two favorite sisters. But this time, he must have heard that Afra was getting married that was the reason for coming home.

"Yes, Honey. Be careful, ride the bike don't speed!" Irana's sweat when her son is acting too excited.

"Yes, yes ...." Afra waved to Uminya then walked out of the house.

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The white Scoopy bike just came out of the hospital yesterday - the repair shop - the problem is the distrater is not on maybe the engine is damaged. I don't know, it was the first time the bike hurt. Therefore, if he goes out of the house he always uses Ojol or a taxi.

"Alhamdulillah."

Now his Scoppy has been parked pretty in front of the store. Afra got off the bike, took off the helmet and put it in the motorcycle seat. His feet stepped out of the parking lot and walked towards the door of the MOCOCOLA shop. When he heard the sound of his cell phone, he immediately took the flat object inside his small backpack.

When going to book a message that turned out to be from Ziran, Afra did not focus on the way to nudge someone, his phone floated and would plunge down.

"Nr ...." Afra shuddered to herself imagining the seconds her phone would hit the ground. It will definitely sound 'creak' crack and break. He shuts his ears tightly. However,

Hap!

Someone caught him nimbly. Afra now stared at her phone in the person's hand, not looking at her face. Oh yeah, who was that hit? Looking at the pants and shoes he was wearing, he seemed to be a boy.

"Yeah, give me my phone back!" Finally Afra realized. Staring at the man who took his cell phone, with a hand asking for hers. A few seconds paying attention to the figure in front of him, Afra was surprised to round her eyes. "Kiki? You're Kiki, right?"

"Afra? Allahu Akbar, meet here apparently." The man who turned out to be named Kiki, laughed happily in disbelief. "Old no see. Last time I saw Art Festival 4 months ago if not wrong. You always came to my painting stand back then. Still remember?" Kiki tried to remind Afra. The girl had a big smile and laughed.

"Just remember, Ki. I'm a big fan of yours, your signature was still there. Who knows, someday you will be famous in the art world, I will not be able to get your signature again later." Both laughed sweetly. "The thinner Ki, the more you paint?"

"No, lah. Think of you, so be skinny gini."

"Didih, clever dreadlocks well you!"

Afra can't forget this one guy, Alki Kihalmid, the name of the banner. Afra preferred to call the combined 'Kiki' from the man's full name. The figure of a tall man and fair-skinned yellow, the most special is his thick lashes and flick upward. They met at the art show of his high school first. The headmaster invited many professions Painting artist, sculptor also gaficus. And Kiki, one of the famous painter artists. Ah, it's been great according to Afra. It is not yet famous, but at the age of Kiki who is still 28 years, already have hundreds of amazing paintings. Kiki's love for painting, since she was still in Elementary School until now.

"Eh, come on in!" Afra breaks her daydream, remembering a brief glimpse of Kiki the painter.

"Just go in here like yours. Or buy it, nih." Kiki bombarded the girl however, instead getting a cynical look.

"this is my shop, you know!" Afra memeletkat tongue.

now the view of kiki fell on the hands of the gypsum Afra. "What's your hand?"

"It's nothing. My hands are fine." Afra smiled soothingly.

"sure your hands aren't pa-pa? usually, a flanged hand means pa..."

"it's been said it's nothing, don't think about it!" Afra annoyedly jerked her feet to the ground.

"Hahah .., okay-okay I believe." Kiki laughed, knocking on the girl's head with a small brush that was always carried. "So I'm not going in, is it?"

"Please enter Sir, enjoy your visit." Afra is styled like a waiter, smiling sweetly, opening the door for visitors.

"Basic lebay!"

Afra again giggled at the grunts Kiki had entered and chose to sit in the corner of the room near the window. Afra was still standing at the door. His hand waved to Zera and Yuna, only to find out about his arrival. They ran happily to him and hugged him in turn.

"Where is zaka?" Tanya Afra did not see the figure of the male employee.

"After, brother. Make another visitor order. Brother want some cold or hot Mococola chocolate?" Ask Zera politely.

"This time it's hot. Order two yeah, one for the friend in the corner." Afra pointed to Kiki who was sitting looking out the street.

"Okay ready brother. A minute, yeah." Zera pampits back.

So far, Yuna is. "Neng Afra sat down first to seal his legs. Oh yeah, neng's hand is better?" Surely Uminya told me. Huh, Uminya is indeed a hobby vent.

"Alhamdullilah is better, not too sick anymore, really." Afra nodded smiling again.

"Alhamdulillah, thank goodness. Then, I say back to help Zaka make the order." Yuna was happy.

Afra now knows one thing. I didn't talk about her wedding plans. Mercifully.

"Please, Yuna."

After the departure of his two employees, Afra approached Kiki. The man noticed his arrival turned his head and smiled. Afra sat in front of the man.

"I'm in a painting race again, and you know? The winner will be proud to see his work displayed forever in the Art Museum." Kiki began to tell stories, her hands danced around the brush on the glass table absurdly.

Afra was stunned to hear it.

"Great dong! Your chance of success will soon be realized. Dong spirit, Ki!" Support Afra clapping her hands. But his cheerfulness faded seeing Kiki's mediocre reaction.

Kiki gave a small smile, looking at Afra with a meaningful look. "You know?" At the sight of Afra shaking in confusion. "I want to, but I don't need all that fame. Do not want to be exposed to the camera like a figure who wants to know the world. My dream is simple, Afra. I want, one part of my story that matters the most to be the history that the museum embodies. Enough of that!" His tone was deeply implied by one great desire.

Afra frowned, as if her heart was struggling to ask, what story does Kiki want to capture in the painting? He wanted to ask, but Afra was a nobody, only that friend if recognized by the man. Afra tetao is optimistic. "Then win that race. I want to see firsthand the story that means so much to you on display there." Both smiles came up. Afra raised her left hand high into the air. "Alki Kihalmid, can you promise me that victory?"

Kiki raised her hand in the air. "definitely. You should see!"

The pair told me many things, all about the art world, accompanied by a hot Mococola chocolate drink. Afra is quite tempted by the art of thought painting, just try her to have the expertise of painting, Kiki certainly can be a good teacher for her. Ah, forget it. Afra only had short dreams about it.

Time passes quickly.

"I have an appointment." Kiki stood up from her seat. Staring at Afra long ago, then reaching into his pants pocket took out a flat object belonging to the girl. "This is your phone." Put it on Afra.

"I almost forgot my phone you saved from earlier." Afra grumbled softly. "Thank you, dad. May your simple dreams come true. I pray always."

Kiki thanked me for lowering my head. "Thank you too. I hoped it wasn't too late, but it turned out that I lost quickly to him. Maybe next time I have a chance."

The man's words contained a meaning like his grin of sadness.

Afra fell silent daydreaming, digesting Kiki's speech. And it came to a quick realization, wanting to ask, "Alki Kihalmid! Kiki! Whatchu mean?" However, Kiki had gotten out of the tavern, leaving behind the girl.

Afra gave a rough sigh. His gaze now turned on the table in front of him, Kiki Brush lying there. Left behind or intentional, I don't know! This is the 4th time Kiki has done that.

Just as Ziran's remarks about the masked hero are still a mystery. Ziran never answered. Now, Kiki is painting a new mystery for him.

Why did it all end like a puzzle?

And why Afra was forced to be a detective who had to solve this mystery alone!

- To Be Continue