MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 55'S
“Assalamu’alaikum.”.
The sound of greeting surprised Zalfa until he raised his face and saw the approaching figure. It turns out that Mr. Bukhori, a former lecturer at the campus where Zalfa used to study, was also an ustad who owned a boarding school. Mr. Bukhori knew Zalfa closely because Zalfa used to be one of the members of the senate who held the public relations section. Everything related to campus affairs always passes through Zalfa. Like for example, the event that will be held on campus to welcome the Islamic new year, then Mr. Bukhori involved Zalfa to participate in the event, the brother was looking for donors and sponsors.
“Wa’alaikumussalam.” replied Zalfa. “Mari Ustad, sit with us.”
“Thanks. I just happened to pass by. I just finished eating,” replied Mr. Bukhori. Then his gaze turned to Arkhan. “Ohooo…. Apparently you're here?” Mr. Bukhori patted Arkhan on the shoulder.
Arkhan stood up to welcome Mr. Bukhori and shook his hand. They look very familiar.
“Seneng met Ustad here. Ustad alone?” Arkhan turned to the side of Mr. Bukhori, there was no one. “Neither wife?”
“Wife at home.” Mr. Bukhori's view turned to Zalfa. “O yes Zalfa, sorry I interrupted for a moment, just a little about our activities. Have you invited the speaker? Does the speaker have time in the specified hours?”
“It looks like Ustad Dahlan's schedule is solid. So I replaced it, I invited Ustad Dahlan.”
“Good. He will be welcomed by everyone. Yes, you guys continue. I excuse.” Mr. Bukhori circulated a glance at Zalfa and Arkhan's faces alternately. Then pass away.
Why could Arkhan be that close to Mr. Bukhori? Do they have business relationships? But as far as Zalfa knows, Mr. Bukhori has no business other than opening a boarding school and becoming a naji teacher. That'sthat's all. Benak Zalfa wondered.
“What did you guys talk about earlier?” ask Arkhan until the questions that gagged in Zalfa's head was dissolved.
“We will just sit together to listen to lectures, add knowledge. We do that often. The event was held at the Al Ikhlas mosque, precisely near the campus where I used to study. The show is filled with tausiah. You can come if you like.”
Arkhan nodded. “We're onto another topic. I want something, but no offense.”
“What ring are you wearing on your ring finger? Did you reject my ring because someone else gave you the ring?”
Zalfa stared at the ring that was coiling on his ring finger. He was stunned for a moment and swallowed the saliva.
“This is a ring from someone,” replied Zalfa with a glaring look towards the ring. Seen so in love Zalfa when calling someone's word. And Arkhan saw that clearly. Faisal's ring had many memories that Zalfa had a hard time forgetting.
“Say, who is that someone?” arkhan said with a cold look.
“She Faisal, my future husband. But it was.” Zalfa.
“Then where is he now?”
“Udah no.”
“Means?”
“I don't know if he's dead or not. The Tampung Perak ship he boarded sank, until now his body has not been found. Is he probably safe? While the SAR Team has stopped searching.”
Arkhan took a look at Zalfa's facial expression. In Zalfa's confession, he seems to love the former.
“Take off your ring!” arkhan's Order.
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