MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 27'S
Tini snatched the small green bottle on the table and handed it to Soleh. Soleh tapped the little green thing into his palm then he put his finger in front of Zalfa's nose. Gently he called, “Zalfa! Zalfa!”
Several times he did, eventually succeeding. The eyelid plan of Zalfa is open.
“Alhamdulillah..” Tini screamed happily. “Finally Zalfa Siuman too. Tini is so scared, Brother.”
Zalfa closed his eyes for a while and recovered his memories. Back to shadowing the news about the sinking of the ship Faisal was carrying. Her tears are melting again.
“Don't think too deeply about it. Everything that happens is the will of the Almighty,” said Soleh. “Don't let us be used of reason and lust. It's sad, but don't drag on. All just a pin. Definitely back on who created.”
The sentence succeeded in making Zalfa realized that he had to be stoic, strong and strong. True, God has a will. God also sets the plan. All men must return to God.
“Sby, Faisal and I have been through a lot.” Just this time Zalfa revealed everything he felt on the figure of Soleh who had rarely chatted with him, they just greet just when passing in front of the house. “We have agreed to get married. But reality says another.”
“Stupid and death are God's rules, we can only live as outlined. Are you complaining about this situation?”
Zalfa. Soleh said the truth, he should not complain much less protest over the provisions that God has set.
O God, why is it so hard to be sincere about the trials you give? Athaghfirullah. He expects a miracle from God. In his heart he prayed,
O Allah. Show me Your wonders and greatness. Give Faisal a breath. If Faisal is my soul mate, save him. But if facing You is the best, then I leave everything to You.
***
Ismail stared fixedly at the small card he took from Zalfa's bag without the knowledge of his sister, none other than Arkhan's business card. The man parked the car near a two-meter-high iron fence. At a glance his eyeballs looked at the elite house that had awakened firmly inside the fence.
There is no security guard for the luxury house. Ishmael entered the gate with ease. He rang the doorbell after previously crossing a large, clean yard, but unfortunately the yard was not as large as that, there were no flowers or plants that decorated. There is only a statue as water pncur as eye conditioning.
Long wait and no one opens the door. Ishmael pushed open the door, which was so open.
Arkhan glanced at the picture of Jesus on the wall.
“Arkhan!” shout Ismail. He did not step in, still stood in the doorway and spread his gaze into the house.
“Hm, yes! I’m here!” Arkhan, who was busy typing on a laptop, turned his swivel chair until it faced the door. His expression never changed, still looking calm despite seeing the sudden arrival of Ismail. His dark eyes glued to Ismail's bead. “I have a guest apparently, come in!” Relax once he said that sentence, without changing his relaxed sitting position.
Ishmael stepped in. “You must know what I mean here, right?” He placed both palms on the table until his body slightly lowered while looking at Arkhan's face.
Arkhan only raised an eyebrow.
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