MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 68'S
Zalfa climbed the stairs. Until we get to the second floor. He put the bag. Then sit on the sofa in the room.
Atifa grabbed both hands of Zalfa. “It's clear you're loved by two handsome guys and all classy. It shows that you look noble in the eyes of men.” Atifa's eyebrows shot up, then she seemed to think. “But.. From now on you must learn to forget Faisal. If you are steady married to Arkhan, do not let Arkhan harbored a pain of writhing you still love other men. Think of it.”
It turns out that Atifa can think positively amid her discomfort with Arkhan. But Zalfa was silent. Although his heart confirmed Atifa's words, he still felt hard to remove Faisal from the bottom of his heart before there was any news of Faisal's death. For some reason until this moment he hoped Faisal was still alive.
Ishmael is seen crossing the wide open door of the room. He turned around and turned his head until half of his body entered the room.
“Hmm... Apparently it's here,” he said as he looked at his wife.
“Sori mas, I nemenin this Zalfa. He's upset again. Here first Mas. We're talking about your sister's wedding which is just counting the hours again will be held.”
Ismail. His appearance is very stylish. The tie around his neck looked neat.
“Sini, Mas.” Atifa pulled her husband's hand until he was dragged by her side. “Entah why I was kangen mulu innannya with Zalfa since he gave the decision to marry Arkhan. I'm afraid Zalfa was taken by Arkhan to live in his mansion. We rarely meet Zalfa. Why should I tell who if I'm tired?”
“You are yes, yesterday busy maksa-maksa Zalfa married. Now confused so squirm Zalfa want to marry.” Ishmael clamped the tip of his wife's nose.
Atifa chuckles. “What do you think of Zalfa's marriage to Arkhan?”
Ishmael raised his shoulders. “We talked about this. Nothing else is a problem. Arkhan has also become a Muslim. What else?”
Atifa could not comment anymore.
Zalfa's sentence was interrupted by a loud ringing tone. Zalfa's looking for the source of the sound. Ah, he forgot to take the phone out of the bag. He approached his bag and reached for a cell phone. His forehead shriveled and his eyebrows were almost fused together. He wondered why Mr. Ibrahim called him.
“Assalamu’alaikum!” Zalfa stuck the phone to the ear.
“Wa’alaikumsalam Zalfa! Zalfa!” Mr. Ibrahim's voice sounded trembling and nervous. Just mention the name Zalfa. Then he heard her loud and irregular breathing.
“Pak Ibrahim, what's wrong? Hello!” Again and again Zalfa called, Mr. Ibrahim did not answer. Only his breath was heard. “Pak, what's wrong? Father why?”
“Zalfa. Oh, my God, Zalfa. It's reality. Faisal, Zalpha. Faisal…. Back.”
Like hearing the sound of thunderbolts, or even more than that, Zalfa was startled and almost felt his heart stop beating. He wanted to hear Mr. Ibrahim repeat the sentence, but he had no more energy to make a sound. Why is his neck stuck? Where's the vocal cords? Squeeze his whole body until it almost collapsed.
“Yes, Zalfa. Faisal home.”
Phone connection disconnected.
Zalfa was still riveted and frozen. His body was motionless while the phone was still in the ear. What news is this? It's not just a hoax, is it? Is this really real? Why like a dream? Oh my…
TB