MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 72'S
“Faisal!” Fatima appeared between them and grabbed her two arms until Faisal's body turned away from Zalfa and faced his mother. Fatima groped Faisal's body, his arms, his chest, his neck, all the way to his face. Not wrong, it was Faisal whom he had born from his womb. “Yes God, this is right you, son.” Ms. Fatima immediately advanced and hugged Faisal's body tightly. Cry broke.
Ibrahim hugged Faisal from the side. He repeatedly said hamdallah. There was regret in his mind because he had put mistrust in his own son. Zalfa shed tears with a smile staring at the two old men hugging Faisal. It was as if he was waiting his turn to be able to embrace as Pak Ibrahim and Bu Fatima did, but it was impossible that he did. All he did now was daim.
Thank You, O God. Thank You for Your greatness. Zalfa whispered inwardly as he stared at the warm atmosphere created before him. He knows what to do. He had to step aside to give the family time to chat to let go of the longing. If he were still there, Faisal's attention would be split into two halves. He wanted Faisal to focus on his family.
While the curly-haired man who stood by Faisal's side smiled broadly enjoying the haru atmosphere in front of him.
Mr. Ibrahim took off his arms and turned to the curly-haired man, then asked, “Who are you?”
“I Anek Hasibuan. Friend Faisal,” said with a passionate tone like just eating a roasted chicken until his voice sounded flat beat the mushola speaker. His eyes sparkled with amazement at the situation around him.
“See Well, what did Mom say? Faisal must be back.” Ms. Fatima looked at Faisal's face full of days. “You are wrong if you think you have left this world.”
“Faisal, at first I didn't believe you'd come back. I thought this information was just a scam. Because the owner of the account claimed not to receive the money sent by your mother even though your mother had clearly sent it. To the extent that your mother sent money twice,” Mr. Ibrahim explained.
“Yeah, I just remembered, because I was nervous, the first time I sent the money by clearing. The second one just use the online.”
“Owalaaaah Mr. Ibrahim shook his head. The money should not be received at that time by the account owner even though the balance has been deducted. It can be two, three or even five days of new money up to the way of clearing delivery. Mr. Ibrahim did not question, he understood because at that time his wife was nervous so his actions were wrong.
“In the next few days, the account owner will definitely receive his money,” said Bu Fatima.
“Yes, no problem. To share the fortune with others, consider it a fortune for him. Now, most importantly Faisal has returned safely,” said Mr. Ibrahim to calm his wife's heart.
“Let's go home, Faisal. Surely you are very tired,” said Ms. Fatima whose eyes cannot be separated from Faisal's face. Never before had Faisal looked that bad, and now he looked so apprehensive in the eyes of Fatima.
“Iya, Mum.” Faisal smiled happily at the smile his mother had. A smile that has been missed so far. “Oya, know this Enek. He who has been helping me and taking care of me, let Enek stay in our house for a while. I will give him a decent job,” said Faisal while embracing the shoulder of Enek whose eyes widened with a smile expands to show his row of messy teeth.
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