MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 71'S
“Pak, I'm sure Faisal is coming. The one who called it was Faisal's voice, loh.”
“We don't know when he arrived at the airport. Can be tomorrow, the day after or when.” Mr. Ibrahim glanced at his wife's face and said softly, “It also if the info is correct.”
“Barusan I check, a flight from Medan to Jakarta which is seven dates ten last night there, which was two in the morning last day also exists,” explained Zalfa.
“If Faisal left at seven o'clock last night, he should have been until now,” said Mr. Ibrahim increasingly unsure of the presence of Faisal. Eagerly saying that his wife should give up hope of meeting Faisal, that hope was just empty hope to the con man who imitated Faisal's voice. Somehow that person could recognize Faisal's voice.
Ibrahim touched his wife's arm and forced her to stand up. With great fanfare, Fatima got up and walked with her husband to the exit.
Zalfa felt it was very hard to step away. He looked at the glass door behind him. Right at that moment, he caught a shocking sight that almost made his heart stop beating. A man walks into the lobby among several others pushing a suitcase. Faisal? Zalfa repeated his gaze. He hardly recognized the face of the man who had filled his life.
Faisal stood and was silent for a moment looking left and right, carrying nothing, no suitcases, no bags. His clothes look muddy and some parts look torn. Her hair is a little thick. But he still looks handsome. Someone seemed to accompany him, standing by his side while looking around with an astonished expression. His appearance is no less cumbersome. Brown shorts that thread at the end appear dangling, combined with a t-shirt whose neck has widened.
If they were to sit by the side of the road, it would definitely instantly get a two thousand money throw from the passers-by.
Zalfa's shout attracted the attention of Mr. Ibrahim and Mr. Fatima who were not far from Zalfa at the time. They're looking. Found Zalfa scattering and Faisal wrapped his arms around Zalfa's back, releasing millions of long-buried flavors.
A moment later Zalfa broke free from Faisal's circle of hands. Istighfar. Be aware of the kebablasan factor baper because of the millions of flavors that arouse. Faisal's eyes looked dark and tired.
Is it true that what he now sees is Faisal? Subhanallah. Zalfa convinced himself by touching Faisal's face. Nothing changed from that face, only slightly blackened from frequent exposure to the sun. Zalfa wanted to scream out happiness, give thanks, but her tears were enough to represent it all. He cannot speak, the power of God is great. Because behind the deadly accident that killed hundreds of people, there is still one life left. How did that happen? Allah Akbar.
“Faisal, is this really you?” finally Zalfa let out a voice after long expelling all who stuck to his neck. A sense of haru and joy mingled into one filled the space of his mind.
“It's me, Zalfa. I promised to marry you,” Faisal replied with a shady look.
Faisal's words had Zalfa riveted.
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