MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 25'S
Zalfa walked into the back room to fetch the mineral water and was taken to the front room, pouring the water into three glasses.
“Drink, Mbak!” Zalfa took a glass of his.
Atifa who was sitting sweetly on the sofa, immediately grabbed a glass of water and sipped it.
They had just arrived home after a long, exhausting journey.
Zalfa looked at Ishmael, whose face looked disheveled. Even the man had not sat down after a few minutes of their entering the house, at this moment he stood up.
“Mas, drink?” zalfa pointed to the last glass.
At a glance Ishmael looked at the glass, then he looked at Zalfa's face.
“Zalfa, you must marry Arkhan. Whatever the reason!” Ishmael could never sleep thinking of his brother's fate. Even now he still looks very upset. After both of his parents died, he realized he had borne the burden of being a guardian fully responsible for Zalfa.
“Mas will hear for themselves that Arkhan is non-Muslim. How can I marry him? Do you want me to be a zina because of that?” Zalfa was no less anxious.
Arkhan approached his sister. His two sturdy arms touched Zalfa's arms, looked at the girl with affection and said, “Stay you keep your faith. Don't let it wobble. I'll find a way to get Arkhan to marry you.”
Zalfa.
“I go!” Ishmael turned back and sailed to the door.
“Where, Mas?” exciting Atifa.
Atifa went to the room.
Zalfa was stunned to see Ishmael's departure. They had just traveled far enough and certainly tiring, but Ismail had decided to go to work. Even this early.
Half an hour passed and Zalfa still stayed in the family room doing nothing. His mind is cloudy. Recalling how Arkhan was braving him, it recalled how the man had fallen asleep at his side. And now the man confessed that he was a non-Muslim. His name is very Islamic. Is Arkhan really not a Muslim? Ah, naw. Zalfa did not want to think about it. Zalfa was still very eager to meet with Faisal, at least he talked about all the problems that had occurred. Zalfa still had hope for Faisal. Men as good as Faisal will definitely understand and may even still very much expect their relationship to continue.
“Zalfa, I'll leave it to Mas Ismail's office. Want to eat for your Mas. I'm afraid you're not having breakfast on the street. Since then he has not eaten,” said Atifa while crossing the room where Zalfa was sitting sweet.
Zalfa nodded.
Atifa went to the kitchen to ask for the bushel she had ordered to Tini, the housekeeper and took the bushel out.
Zalfa grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. One of the television stations aired news that made Zalfa stunned by the shock, one reporter broadcast news about the Tampung Perak ship that crossed the sea carrying passengers from Riau to the port of Jakarta had sunk. It happened on Thursday at eightpm local time.
The news suddenly made Zalfa cry hysterically after several times he contacted Faisal's mobile number and the results were the same, not active. Zalfa still could not believe the news. He kept repeating the call on the same number.
Mass media, television, and social media reported the same events.
“Tidaaaak..!” yelled Zalfa hysterically. He squealed with his back shaking as he pleased.
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