Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 15: THE MEETING

In the corner of the tavern room, Afra was seen sitting on one of the chairs with a lethargic face. Books, pencils, and blank paper became his friend from two hours ago. His hands were busy doodling the paper with pencils that were back in the crease and then into the trash. This is the 17th time. Once again, Afra promised not to make a mistake. He picked up the paper and began to draw his pencil quietly and carefully, but not a few seconds it was even in the scribble and into the trash again and again.

"Huff ...," His breathing was tired, rubbing his frustrated face. "If not talent do not need to be forced, dizziness yourself right!" Smell it to yourself.

Afra propped up her chin in her hand and leaned against the chair. His eyes examined the condition of the MOCOCOLA store that looked stiff and quiet. No one was caught in his sight. As her gaze straight ahead, Afra daydreamed.

Zera, Yuna, and Zaka quietly peeked out from behind the counter hiding and noticed Afra with frowns. Already half an hour ago they were hiding without any intention of approaching another-looking Afra today. They glanced at each other asking through the eyes of each other, and the compact deck as the answer of the three.

At the entrance, a man had just approached the shop door. Zera who saw the arrival of the first visitor today immediately approached to greet the courtesy as possible, while Afra was not aware at all.

"Welcome to the MOCOCOLA store and enjoy. Please come in, brother." Sail Zera with a polite smile. Zera was stunned to see her smile brightly countered by the man. "Handsome," her mind judged.

"sorry. I'm looking for the owner of this shop, does he exist?"

Zera turned her smile into a probing gaze. Like you ever see? "Whose brother? what's the connection with Afra?" Zera asked to clarify her memory.

"I'm Kiki, Afra's friend from yesterday." It turns out that guy is Kiki.

Zera rounded her lips nodding slowly, now she remembered. Ah, his memory is indeed very bad. "Sorry, I just remembered. Brother Afra was there," Zera's index finger led to the girl sitting dreamily at the end of the room, her position turned to them.

"Sister Afra was like that since then, his gloomy face was no different than usual. He was also very cool at drawing, but only for collection in the trash can. I'm so confused." Zera informs a little about Afra's condition with a bit of a joke.

Kiki no longer responds to Zera. He walked over to the green toska veiled girl who still had no movement, only the eyelids that occasionally closed and then opened. I don't know what was said?

"Pips, pips, pips ..., DOR!" Mimicking a random sound, Kiki patted Afra's desk quite loudly.

Innalillahi ....

Afra squeaked in shock straight straight straight up her back. "Astagfirullah .... " Swiping his chest that was beating uncontrollably was shocked. When he realized, his gaze immediately laser Kiki who laughed without sin.

"Hahaha ..., hence, don't daydream!" Ledek Kiki sat down at the table. He placed his little brush on the table without turning his gaze to Afra. His hands framed his face and elbows on a cradle on the table, "What do you think you're trying?" Straight look at Afra.

Afra threw a paper of his failed work right about Kiki's face. "Good that my heart is healthy, what if I have a heart attack?" Afra was furious, looking at the tall man in front of her.

Kiki even raised two fingers as an apology. "Yes, yes, I was wrong." Picking up the crumpled paper on the table that had just slapped his cheek. In his view the contents of the paper that displays the picture of the beach scenery ... Hm ... What is it? According to Kiki almost made him choke on his own saliva. Ugly and uncreative. SD children can also picture as ugly as that, maybe even better!

"Hm, your picture is nice, pretty, and very interesting." Kiki praised the intent of insinuating. Her lips wrinkled up wanting to laugh after saying that. "If you apply for a drawing competition contract, it will be published as Best works of sale. Believe it, deh."

"Hm, just insult it until you're satisfied. Tuh, there are still many in the trash can, want me to bring you value? Huh!" Sinis Afra turned his face away.

Kiki laughed and sat up straight, briefly glancing at the pile of paper in the trash. What made the girl desperately want to draw that much?

"What's this for?" Kiki.

"Just want to get rid of boredom." Afra replied without taste.

Kiki closed her lips with the back of her hand as a small laugh came out. "Want me to help you?"

Afra glanced, "Help what?" Before long, Afra's ridiculing laughter sounded. "no need. What a painter knows other than to mock a girl with no talent like me."

Tuk

Kiki tapped Afra's head with her little brush. "Mr princess is too low-self." He stood up. "Wait a minute."

Afra looked at the back of Kiki who kept stepping out of the tavern. "He's home, huh? Uh, nope. He said wait, right?" Afra muttered to herself.

And true. Kiki returned with her painting bag carried in front of Afra.

"Wanna help me paint?" Bidar Kiki with a smile. She knew for sure this girl would not want to shout out her invitation. So ....

"Ac ...,"

"Take this," Kiki Langung thrust his various microsurge into Afra's hand.

"I'm not ...,"

"This too," Again did not let Afra speak. This time a palette of paint was placed on Afra's face.

Like smoke coming out from the heat, that was how Afra's rampage was about to explode. But he tried to be patient, inhale ~ discard. Well Afra just follow what this guy wants. He's painting, right? Let's take a look at the spectacular work of Seoarang Afra.

"I'm tired of painting on paper or canvas. So I borrowed your shop wall to make both of us work. Okay?" Nodding his head felt the idea was great.

"Seriously? Why should my shop be the victim?" Afra protest got a Kiki snort.

"Your walls are very plain and there is no pulling. If this keeps up, people will get bored, your customers will run away, and your efforts can go bankrupt! Wanna?" Said Kiki while pointing at the wall of Afra's shop.

Afra glanced at the walls of his shop which was only plain white, without any interesting ornaments in view. Also true. Come to think of it, this is the sustenance of the son of Sholeha. Kiki is a great painter who is reliable, he should be grateful that Kiki's work is displayed on the walls of his shop. Later people will be fascinated and more and more visit to the store. Be thankful, Alhamdulillah...

"Can you?" Tanya kiki broke Afra's mind.

Not wasting any more time Afra nodded antusian. " Okedeh, I can!"

Afra might only help if her power is needed, she does not want to damage Kiki's painting with the touch of her hand. Afra can ruin his quality.

"Well, that's dong." Kiki flicked a finger. Before long he made a movement to relax the muscles. "Whatever I paint, it's up to me. You cannot protest! Understood?"

"Yes, yeah, okay!" Afra doesn't want to get dizzy.

"Okay, let's get started!"

And they were both engulfed in the bustle of the rainbow-colored art world. More precisely, Kiki was the one who set everything up, whereas Afra was just sitting still with her face in an annoyed bend. Her mood was instantly shattered knowing what Kiki was going to paint. Again, Breathe ~ throw away. Afra routine to increase patience stock.

***

"Hm, Fano!"

Fano turned around again bowing his head to his Boss "Yes, sir?"

"I want you to give me an opinion on one thing." Ziran looked straight at Fano, his secretary. He was actually a little unconfident to ask.

Fano flinching received a serious look from Ziran. "What is that sir?

"Ecchem .... " Ziran cleared his throat slowly, enduring the heat that would radiate to his face.

"What does a husband do to please his wife after marriage?" Ziran's eyes avoided Fano's gaze. She's a little embarrassed.

"Eccw .... " Fano turned back to thumping, hiding his sense of humor so as not to miss. I want to laugh but hold it.

"Did Mr Ziran bring his wife a honey moon?" Fano. "Hm, sorry sir, I was presumptuous to ask." Regretfully.

"Honey Moon?" Ziran asked like she had first heard that word. "I never thought about it. I guess after marriage we just have to live as usual." Ziran pondered far away.

"Hehe .... "

It dawned when his secretary chuckled softly, laughing at his words.

"Sorry sir, I'm presumptuous again, but for something like this I have to explain." He bowed for a moment and looked back at Ziran.

"Funning the wife is a duty of the husband. Because if the wife is happy, the whole house will also be happy. Prophet Muhammad SAW was very indulgent his wife by often making them happy, or calling the names of his wives with a favorite call." Fano.

"The choice to please the wife is not just one, sir. Only after marriage, the newlyweds will honeymoon. You can also ask the wife about what makes her happy, and you can grant that. But this method is not a surefire tactic to make a wife happy, because the wife can think her husband is insensitive or." Fano took a breath and smiled.

"This is just my opinion, sir. I'm sure Mr. Ziran is a romantic husband."

There was a mess on Ziran's desk. He picked up the lightning of his belongings and walked over to Fano who was still in place.

Patting Fano's right shoulder. "thank you. Nice work!" Ziran passed away and died Fano who was hanging received friendly treatment by his boss. He thinks he's gonna get hit for his sassness.

After hearing his secretary's explanation, Ziran instantly knew what he was going to do. His main goal now was to pick up his wife.

In the front parking lot of the MOCOCOLA store.

Ziran's car was parked neatly with several other cars. Before getting out of the car, Ziran took off his black coat and extended his origin to the back seat. His white shirt rolled up to his elbows and then his fingers combed the origin of his jet black hair. He grabbed the glass in the car and was directed to see his face.

"You're so handsome Brother Ziran." Saying with Imagining if it was the words of Afra who praised him.

Ah, nevermind. Ziran's spiciness has reached a rate of 100%.

Ziran walked towards the shop door and opened it. His eyes were immediately greeted by the density of visitors who were shrouding something. At first Ziran was not too dizzying, focusing on his goal of picking up the wife. He searched the whole place, but found no whereabouts of Afra.

Ziran started to fret.

In the midst of his anxiety, his sharp ears caught the sound of laughter that he was familiar with, although not even the sound of laughter he knew the owner of the voice.

"Afra?" He immediately split the crowd of shop visitors until his eyes caught the back of the wife behind him.

Ziran breathed a sigh of relief watching Afra who was busy dancing her hands on the wall painting flowers. Ziran slowly smiled yet realized the figure of the man next to Afra who was also busy painting the figure of a veiled woman. Apparently cafe visitors are more interested in watching a live person painting than sitting back and enjoying the order.

"My painting is beautiful too!" Afra was proud to stare at the flowers she painted. And got a mocking response from the figure of the man next to him who was giving color to his work. A painting of a green hijab-wearing girl toska who was smiling was very sweet. He is none other than 'Afraza Humairah'

"ugly. My painting is pretty, right? Uh, but prettier than the real thing, dong."

"Haha .... " The two laughed.

Many visitors to the store took a portrait of the two people and their paintings.

Slowly Ziran realized it was not just his wife who was seriously painting in front of him. Ziran's hands clenched tightly until his knuckles turned white hearing Afra's conversation and laughter due to the temptation of the man beside his wife.

Ziran slowly approached and pulled his wife's arm. Automatic Afra turned slightly staggered and almost fell if Ziran did not directly catch his wife into the arms.

"You forgot my trust!" The grunts were held back and the words made Afra realize that she was standing straight.

In front of him, there was clearly no bright smile and warm eyes from the figure of Ziran. The one who had always looked at him gently was now looking at him sharply and full of wrath.

"Zi-Ziran?" Suddenly fear enveloped Afra. She made her husband angry! "Sister this is tid ... "

"Who is this guy?!"

Afra swallowed her salivary bitterness, never expecting her husband's anger to be this severe. A figure of a man who had been focusing on painting had only realized when he heard the sound of the scene. And foolishly, Afra was no longer beside him.

He turned the body.

Instantly Ziran was fixated on looking at the man in front of him. The demons began to cling to him whispering words that made his anger multiply. The eyes are getting sharper. Since when? His mind whispered furiously.

Ziran pulled the wife behind her wide back. " You're not just breaking, Afra!" His his hissing made the wife look deeper and wring her hands.

Different from Ziran's expression. Kiki even smiled cynically looking at the man in front of her, like a welcome greeting to Ziran. He wasn't surprised at all.

Everyone felt a gripping aura as well shudder. The tavern visitor took a few steps back giving the space of the three people in front of him.

"How are you?" Kiki's gaze slowly sharpened. "What's it like to take someone else's happiness? Become a biker, Cih!"

Ziran's hand clenched tightly was about to throw a fist at the face of the man in front of him.

"Never touch mine!"

- TO BE CONTINUE