MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 49'S
“I have a little problem with Arkhan,” said Zalfa lethargic. He looks moody. He himself did not understand his feelings. Why was it so uncomfortable at that time.
“Arkhan? So you're with him?” Ishmael asked with a frowning forehead.
Zalfa nodded. “My bags are left behind so I don't know if you called me. O yes, I want to talk something about Arkhan.”
Ishmael looked at Zalfa seriously. “Say!”
“I'll marry him.”
“While he is not Muslim? Does he want to convert to Islam? It is impossible to bet your religion. Is she willing to marry you?” For some reason now even Ismail who turned dubious.
Just as Zalfa was about to open his mouth to answer, Atifa had already refuted.
“I agree that the man who has ruined your chastity is marrying you, but how can you marry a man who is not the same faith?” sahut Atifa's. “While I support you to marry Arkhan, but inget Zalfa, look for a priest who can be a model for your children. Don't look for the ungodly. It could ruin your home. Do you want to marry a guy who is not a rosary? Then your offspring will be confused to follow his father what his mother is. Anyway chaos. Therefore it is forbidden to have a non-Muslim husband, because he will be the imam and leader in your household.”
“Whatever it is, Arkhan still has to marry Zalfa.”
“How are you doing, Mas?” Sontak Atifa immediately protested loudly. “Kok even plunged your sister into a path that is not true? Zalfa may have married a non-Muslim man. How can a household walk on a family that is not the same? Aduuuhh... Don't make Zalfa's problem more complicated, deh.”
“Zalfa should be able to bring Arkhan to convert. That would be a great Zalfa charity because it managed to add to the list of Muslims.”
Atifa silently accepted her husband's opinion. Zalfa could only look at Ishmael without speaking. Until this moment Zalfa's love is still very fertile towards Faisal. He was just trying to move on and follow the direction of his heart.
His gaze was now fixed on the figure of the man standing across from his room. Neighbors whose room was right opposite to his room were also standing at the window enjoying the night breeze. The man brought a glass of warm milk and occasionally took a sip. Soleh's house was very large and luxurious, for some reason the man preferred to sleep in a downstairs room rather than another large room upstairs.
“Malem, Zalfa. Not sleeping?” ask Soleh.
Zalfa smiled and replied, “New home from cafe.”
“Ooh... How's kafemu? More success?”
“Alhamdulillah.”
“You drink?” Soleh shows the glass being held.
“Your glass could break if I agree. How did you throw your glass here?” guru Zalfa looked at the distance of their windows that could not be reached by jumping.
“We can drink warm coffee on the terrace.”
Zalfa smiled again, then shook his head. “I'm so tired. Want to sleep.”
TB