MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 95'S
Several hours had passed and Zalfa was now sitting on the prayer mat after he had finished performing the prayer. Both his hands looked up, begging for guidance to the Almighty. Who is the man to whom he should make the last husband of his life, in the Hands of God all affairs are easy. Only God knows what is best for him.
Zalfa ended his prayer. Then fold the prayer mat and mukena. Cell phone's ringing. Zalfa approached the table where her phone was flickering along with a ringtone that broke the silence. Zalfa's heart throbbed when he saw the name calling. Quickly he grabbed a cell phone. Faisal's number is calling.
My God, Zalfa's feelings are getting messed up. Somehow sinful feelings often appear to be undermining his heart when he interacts with Faisal.
“Assalamu’alaikum.” Zalfa's voice choked.
“Wa’alaikum greetings, Zalfa.” For a moment both were silent. Only silence is created.
“What's up, Faisal?”
Faisal did not answer immediately until Zalfa could hear the sound of Faisal's breath blowing hard enough. The breath sounded like it was being riled up.
“Zalfa, I want to talk.”
“Speak.” Somehow Zalfa felt awkward talking to Faisal now. It turns out that Faisal had a big influence on him to be able to change his attitude.
“I want to meet you,” continued Faisal after taking a breath.
Zalfa's heart was pounding again when she heard her ex-husband name Arkhan, the man who now occupies the same position as Faisal had even now become her husband.
“Speak,” Og Zalfa.
“Not on mobile.”
Back silence.
“Ya already, I just text.” Faisal's voice sounded trembling. Then the phone connection was cut off.
Shortly a message went into Zalfa's cell phone.
Faisal
I want to meet you
There's something I want to talk about
Zalfa
In-house.
Faisal
With husband?
Zalfa
No
Zalfa stared at his phone. Zalfa's feelings are now becoming more and more worried, why did he give way to Faisal for them to meet? Shed her?
Zalfa touched his temple with two fingers. Dizziness. It is better to be confused looking for a mate than to be given two difficult choices like now.
Ting tong's….
The sound of the doorbell made Zalfa exit the room after the bell rang three times and no one opened it. He went down the stairs and walked to the main door. It looks like Tini is walking lazily out of the back door with disheveled hair while yawning.
“Eh, Brother Zalfa. Sorry, sister, Tini opened the door late. Earlier overslept,” said Tini saw Zalfa who was already a meter from the door, while he was still far from the reach of the door.
“No pa-pa. Back to sleep. Let me open the door.”
Tini smiled and turned around leaving the uatama room.
Zalfa grabbed the door handle and opened it. The figure of a man standing in front of the door, wearing a grey suit in matching color pants stood his back. Maybe the man waited until he stood up to his back to the door because he was tired of waiting.
Who is that guy? His posture is high, dashing, neat and fragrant. Oh, my God, it looks like Arkhan's body. Ah no, but it looks like Faisal's posture. The two men's physiques were almost the same until Zalfa found it hard to tell the difference when looking from behind. As a result of his chaotic mind, now he cannot recognize who the man in front of him is.
The smell of the man was not foreign. Zalfa tried to remember. But then he shook his head and said, “Sorry, what's up?”
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