Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 3: NOT A PERFECT MAN!

I am not a great man and not worthy of comparison to anyone, but let me try to be worthy of your side! - Ilewaing-

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Soon the sun will be directly overhead. The heat and glare of the hot king, making anyone choose to find a shade to take shelter. But not for one girl, he chose to be drenched in sweat because he wanted to finish his shopping before Azan Zuhur rang.

Well, he is Afraza Humairah. Choosing shopping in traditional markets is open because it has become a habit since long ago compared to shopping in supermarkets or other modern markets. It had been half an hour that he had gone around yet still had not gotten what he was looking for. If what he's looking for isn't here, he's forced to go to Mol to find the item, the problem is he already promised to give someone today. Afra almost prancing around happy to see the item caught her mercurial eyes. That's her! He quickly walked towards the object.

"Assalamualaikum, Mom. The teddy bear still has one more, right? That brown one, Mas. I need a pair." Again Afra had to swallow disappointed when Mas the seller said the teddy bear was only one. Hais, the story is he has to go to the mole to look for it this way. He started to turn around to leave.

"Miss! Neng who wears pink hijab! Here neng, there's still a pair of dolls." Afra, who had not gone far, paused for a moment after hearing Mas the doll seller yell at him. Hurriedly she ran small back to the brown tent with her happy smile.

"Alhamdulillah. Is it, Mas?"

"There is a neng, but not the color of brown is blue. How's it?" Afra did not bother about the color of her important dolls, the doll was a bear shape! he quickly nodded in interest.

"No problem. I bought that, Dad."

"My heart is the one I bought?" He pointed at his chest.

"Ih, Mom! Dolls, come!"

Thecomber!

The man laughed because he had managed to tease her. Afterwards, his Mas immediately wrapped the mid-size teddy bear into two bags at his request. He thought, let it be easier to give it to him later. After paying, she thanked him and then left.

He saw the watch on his right wrist. Benapas relieved, because there is still about 25 minutes before Zuhur. He decided to stop by his shop first and pray there before leaving again to his main destination.

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The girl's leg was slapped on the ground after opening the taxi door. Get off the car carrying his shopping into the store that says "MOCOCOLA" as the name.

"Assalamualaikum, Afa's afternoon." Sapa Zeila girl in a ponytail with her sweet smile. Zeila was one of his trusted tavern keepers and there were still two others. He only comes when there is a need or expels his boredom by drinking his favorite cold Mococola chocolate.

"Girishalah, Zela. Where is Yuna Zaka?" His eyes glanced around, walking towards the table at the cashier putting his groceries on it. Zela followed from behind.

"Oh, they're in the kitchen, sister, again nyuci. There were more customers coming, regular dates young, brother." Afra chuckled looking at Zela's happy grinning face.

"Alhamdulillah. Why are you smiling like that? It's weird I saw it." Afra asked with small steps to go to the back kitchen to greet the two employees, Zela followed.

"No friend whose name is Ziran?Very gaaanteeng! He came here, I said no. So, he asked for brother's number, huh."

Afra's steps were stuck at the kitchen door, not opening it yet. Is Ziran really here? "You love?" Ask curiously.

"Yes, because he means it, anyway. Sorry, brother." Afra listeners sharpen. "Forced? Ziran can make people, huh? Astagfurullah, forgot. Yesterday's fiancee time, Ziran maksa so I accept." And little by little he began to know Ziran's true nature, warm yet coercive.

Afra prohibits anyone from giving their phone number to anyone else. But right now, Ziran is not just anyone. Will their status soon turn into husband and wife? Why ask someone else, anyway? He exists. When I was in bed yesterday why not ask? Oh, or maybe, they both forgot? Could be too.

"Sister? Not pa-pa, is it?" Zela's voice was anxious, worried about the phone number Afra gave to Ziran.

"Eh, no problem. But don't repeat it, dad!" It was fortunate that that person was, Ziran. He does not like to give his number to people who are not familiar, besides it is not important he is most lazy to serve people who want to be pretentious with him.

His mind floated back two days ago, when he was proposed by Ziran and they were officially engaged. Well, the Ring in his hand is proof. Her stomach was tickled with the man's words as he was about to protest asking for a few days to get engaged, but Ziran instead said. "Must be fiancee now, fear of being taken away." Afra knew a little, Ziran was silly enough for such a matter.

"afa's? From earlier? How, didn't you tell me you were coming here?" Instantly Zaka's figure, the woman was shocked to see herself staring at the kitchen door as she opened it. Yuna who heard the small commotion also came to find out.

"Astagfirullah, neng Afa. Just been here, really long? The store feels lonely no one knows." Yuna's voice suddenly stopped Afra from answering Zaka's question.

At once the kitchen table became noisy because they talked a lot at the mingling of Afra's favorite cold chocolate Mococala drink that Zaka had just made specifically for him. And Afra almost forgot his purpose here just for prayer, he had to leave afterwards.

"I go to work, I pray. I'm sorry I can't stay here long, but I'm leaving again." Afra stood up and looked at the three employees. The nods and answers of the three people in front of him, made him rush into the study.

After he finished praying he rushed out of his office to the cashier's desk where he had placed his groceries. All three employees back busy serving visitors to the store is quite crowded today. Difficult to say goodbye to his three employees, he looked for paper and cared for the word, he said,

"I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you, because everyone is busy. I'm leaving, assalamualaikum."

Don't want to bother for long. He immediately walked to the exit of the tavern, but was stifled to see the figure that had just entered making him die of lice on the spot. The figure smiled brightly beating the hot sun outside which was extremely dazzling to the eyes.

"Sister Ziran? Why are you here?" I was nervous to meet like this. His hand squeezed the bag of the doll, trying to smile though stiff.

"Your nyariin." Ziran smiled wider. "Finally got. I was on the phone, your number wasn't active."

Afra just wanted to retaliate. But the shrieking sound from inside the tavern made him look to the side. The figure of the straight haired chick continued to stare towards Ziran full of interest. Huh, it turns out that the charm of the man can not be denied. Not just one girl, almost all the girls in a tavern like that.

Hurriedly Afra looked seriously at the unmoved Ziran to lower the sweetness of her smile. It seemed, she was unaware at the notice of many girls, her warm gaze was only straight for Afra.

"Let's get out. And, well. Can Brother Ziran not smile that way? Can't you see that big brother is the center of attention for a lot of girls here?" Oh no! afra's tone of voice was a little faint saying that.

That handsome face changed completely staring at the expression of the girl in front of him who looked like he was being JEALous?

Instantly Ziran's sweet smile became a wry smile. "What are you ... Jealousy?"

Afra's eyes bulged and instantly turned flat. Oh come on, he was just a reflex! "No!"

Afra barged out the tavern with a fucked up mind! How humiliating! God, his face must be red. Why could he act like that? He hasn't been a significant part of Ziran's life yet but why is it so hard to have that feeling? Of jealousy? Astagfirullah, his brain must be washed to be holy again.

Distinguishing a few new times made his heart a little calmer. Closing his eyes for a moment, he rebounded on the mango tree not far from his shop.

"I'll take you, where are you going?" Straight up from the backrest, he stared in horror at the person who made him hang up hearing his voice.

"Hum ... Don't you, I'll take a taxi."

"No. I'll take you. Come on!" His shopping was forcibly taken from Afra's hands, taking him to the black car ahead.

"No."

"Reverse no brother, I scream?"

"Please."

"Please brother, balikin. Seriously I can go alone."

"Not fixed no, Afra."

"Relse ... "

"I'm pushy. Point!"

The debate led to Ziran's victory. Now they were in the man's car, leaving for Afra's destination. Don't ask how upset Afra is. His face was grumpy and his face was buckled grimly. Especially when he heard the laughter of Ziran's victory beside him, like there was hot smoke overflowing in the head. Afra who does not like to be forced and Ziran who is a hobby of forcing!

The second feature is the committed limited edition package.

"Still pissed off by me?"

"Little." Cuek answered. Afra chose to concern herself with her cell phone.

Tring ting

Afra phone notification tone, a sign of a message coming in on its Whatsapp app. From Abika, one of her High School friends until now. They have the same hobbies, like Travel and Adventure.

"Where are you, Fra? Met blh?"

Her mood slightly improved receiving a message from, Bika. He smiled slightly and started typing in reply.

"Wherever my heart is happy. Yes, not today."

He smiled a little read the message that had been read by his chat opponents.

"Seriously??? Can you please, dong I'll meet you in your heart? Okay, tomorrow we meet at the usual place ^_^"

Always just crunching. Afra was always caught off guard when Bika became an aggressive guy again, her smile was lost again.

"okay!"

He decided to end the message briefly and clearly.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Good Dragon Snake! Ih, brother Ziran! Just ngagetin! Kepo!."

He finds Ziran close to his distance, his car parked on the side of the road and Afra unconscious. Ziran injected the contents of the message earlier with Bika. Does this guy not know his name, PRIVACY!

"Oh, so right your girlfriend. Putusin gih, your future husband is jealous." There was no burden on the man to say that. But the impact on Afra, his face instantly met red.

"So, let's get in the car quickly." Afra turned her face to the side, staring at the street in front of her. Afra did not hear the answer from the side and did not want to also turn around to look. Only their cars have returned on the road.

"Anged, yeah?"

"Little."

Hais, another annoying trait of a Ziran Algaza, likes to copy his words. He did not reply again, the longer the story, Afra just stared at the road. Their last conversation was just like this.

"Where's the move?"

"At the crossroad, turn left."

Later,

Silent

Afra glanced occasionally at Ziran then stared at the road again. So it continued until Afra resigned to act like a child like this. Since he didn't explain exactly who Bika was to her? Ziran chose to cover her two ears with her black headset. Ziran was more cool to commute without a sound following what was heard in that headset.

Dare, he whipped out one of the headsets in Ziran's ear and listened to it.

Subhanalpha ...

I want her to cry sad because she was touched. The man was listening to the murotal Qur'an of Surah An-Nisa, following him with a lip gesture. Slowly, the man turned to look at her with a warm smile that he liked because it was so charming.

"I dream that one day you will be touched to see my struggle for you. I ... Not the perfect man. I don't even understand religion much less listening to the Koran. But God has met me with you. Through you, I fought hard to be the best priest of the world and your afterlife. Would you like to wait for that day to come?"

I don't know when her tears melt like hot larvae. "O Allah, is this the best match you have promised me? If so, I thank him very much. The man who fought for it with many sacrifices, he was Muhammad Ziran Algaza. Her future husband."

"I waited, then come." The choice of marrying Ziran for her future, must have been right.

- To Be Continue