ONE THIRD OF NIGHT
SHAKA WORRIED
...-HAPPY READING-...
...Remember your own mistakes when you want to call someone else. - A THIRD OF THE NIGHT...
Thank God, today Nayla gets a thesis hearing call. And Alhamdulillah again, Nayla's thesis that clearly self-done half-heartedly, very quickly accepted. Even the title does not need to be weighed again, directly A+.
"I go in first, okay?"
"It has to be, right? So yummy! Which is called."
Nayla smiles seeing her twin whining. Nayra hasn't gotten an invitation letter, either.
"The other stretch, right?"
Nayra just nodded lazily. "Same patch! I'm going to caffe now."
"Yes, yes!"
Nayla closed the car door and after that, the car missed the swimming fish. Slowly anyway.
Nayla smiles sweetly at her made. After that, he went straight to the room. A little bit of running around because it was a little bit late.
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Nayra has arrived at caffe gemini's. His steps slightly swallowed as the sayup heard a sound from the kitchen.
"I don't have to take it."
"..."
"I ... Can't."
"..."
"Ba—Good, but I need time ... It is not possible in this period of time that I sellin and—"
"..."
"Yes, kak—"
What compassion?
When Nayra wanted to know more and get closer to eavesdropping, her voice was gone. However, Nayra knew whose voice it was.
One of his waters in this caffe. Stop Nayra! Could it be, the employee is experiencing problems? And if that's true, Nayra's going to help her.
"Mr?"
"Ah? Astaghfirullah azim." Nayra stroked her chest patiently.
Thalia slightly alludes to her staggering gegara her little boss. "Sorry, ma'am?"
Once again, Nayra let out a long breath. "No papa, oh yeah!"
"Yes, mbak?"
"Where, the new waters? Aman?"
"Friendly to mbak! There are four Waters, would you like to meet? Let me call you?"
Nayra nodded in understanding. "O—ke, call me yah? I'm in the VVIP room next door."
Thalia nodded and immediately said goodbye.
Nayra's headed for the VVIP room. Thanks to Zara now this cafe has 3 VVIP rooms, whether magic or magic from where? This idea makes Nayra very grateful.
When I first set foot in this restaurant, the chic industrial impression was immediately felt.
The use of exposed materials, such as brick, metal, and concrete that are left as is appear coats with the dominant black color here.
This luxurious but relaxed atmosphere is then created in this steakhouse.
Hurricane’s Grill Indonesia hosted by Normi International Group is a local business partner of Hurricane’s Grill in Australia, and is not a franchise.
The steakhouse was designed by interior design consultant Metaphor, who has worked on projects in Jakarta and Singapore.
The Metaphor team is sure to bring the charm of this famous restaurant in Australia to the body of Jakarta.
The rough impression of the industrial style is softened by the addition of elegant and classy interior elements.
One example is a copper plate combined with marble on it.
This is an industrial luxury that is trying to be presented. Regarding the division of space, the Metaphor team divided Hurricane’s Grill into 3 main parts.
First, the bar offers a selection of drinks and cocktails.
The area is a great place to eat drinks and snacks while chatting casually with friends or relatives.
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Second, is the main dining area (main dining).
This part is the most comfortable part, as well as the most desirable.
The area immediately behind the bar is overlaid with patterned tiles in calm colors that match the sofa patterned box - box.
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The third part is the backyard which is also used for dining.
This section is topped with skylights, which aim to get a large space with a high ceiling and a natural flush of sunlight.
In this way, Metaphor successfully combines the impression of exterior and interior in an interesting way.
The three areas are designed in parallel to allow for a visual connection between the three.
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There are 3 VIP Rooms on the second floor, designed separately.
Space that is not connected to other parts has a capacity of 15 people per room.
Want to dine in any space is not a problem, because the sense of luxury with an industrial touch will still be felt.
Restaurant entrance hallway welcomes with warm lighting.
...•••...
"Uztad Shaka?"
"Ah? Sorry." Shaka said and slightly devoted his actions.
Nayla fixes her hijab and approaches Shaka who wants to leave immediately. "Why, uztad?"
Shaka stops right on the border between the female shaf and the male shaf. "What's not, anyway?"
Shaka smiled shyly. "I want to be sure, actually, uztazah what isn't it?"
"What do you need, uzzad?"
Shaka let out a long sigh, his self just wanted to confirm his eye sight. There were only two people in this mosque, the clock showed at half-five in the afternoon.
After returning home from college, Nayla stopped by the mosque for a while, performing ashar prayers.
"Uztazah, back to college?" Tanya Shaka wanted to practice the topic.
Nayla hesitated. "Yes, uztad."
"Oh yeah! I saw, the caffe uztazah really works, huh?"
"Alhamdulillah, uztad ... Mother also helps."
Shaka nodded at a glance. "I say goodbye first uztazah" said Shaka.
Nayla nodded back. "Uztad equals dawn yesterday, where?"
Shaka stopped walking, turned around and smiled. "Sorry, uztad dawn was idle at that time. So he told me to make nemenin."
Nayla nodded. "Oh, not papa."
Shaka nodded again. "Assalamualaik."
"Wa'alaikumussalam."
Tin!
Nayla returned to her original place, checking out the new message. Which turned out to be from the sister.
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Nayla smiled and worried about her things. Then save back the mosque mukena, and immediately step foot out.
Nayra pulled her head out through the car window. Watching the older brother wear his Converse sneaker. "Crackle can't do anything?" Gerrutu Nayra quietly.
Nayla stood up and immediately headed for the car, there was already a little Nayra.
"I was watching Shaka's uztad" Nayra said as she gasped the car.
"Hm? Yeah, I was, too."
"Yesterday he was nanyain, you."
Nayla raised her eyebrows. "Well?"
"Well? Why yeah? Where do I know, karen uztad Shaka to the house and—"
"—What? To home?"
Nayra smiled forcedly, angry like this brother of hers? She anyway? Mommy also told you to make it clear with Nayla, right? Adehs.
"It doesn't matter anyway."
"Well?" Nayra watched the older brother at the side, then continued driving.
Both are silent. However, this was common, Nayla was busy paying attention outside the window, and Nayra was busy with her driving.
Red light.
"Last night I went to your room." Nayra said slightly holding back a smile, because she did not want her laughter to spurt. He focused forward.
Nayla glanced at the cynical sister. "Raptain!"
"Hehe, right? I'm also curious, what comic is it?"
Nayla rolled her eyeballs, pushy. Always his hobby is underestimated, or underestimated. Want him to talk at length, if Nayra does not like comics, you will not like it.
"Kanaya—"
"—New cement?" Cut Nayra and call Nayla.
"Lamp ijo, tuh."
The car drove back, and Nayra was a little curious now. "Who the hell is it?"
"Temme me."
"Comics." Tanya Nayra was still focusing on driving.
"Who? Don't want to go home?"
The driver nodded. "There's a little business before you tell me to pick it up. If the mosque is far away, the same caffe? I won't pick you up."
"Sadist."
Nayra chuckled amusedly.
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From yesterday, Shaka was made to worry himself. I don't know why his brain can't concentrate. No, not about his love for the creature of God, nor worry when I hear the word But, I refuse.
However, for now there was an unpleasant feeling for him from yesterday. Shaka thought of his family, his father, his mother, and his sister who were at home.
Shaka's heart was agitated, wanting to make a call. Shaka snoozed first, he remembered his father's message.
get to know the free world out there, be kind, because whenever kindness becomes a part of something, it beautifies it. Every time it was taken from something, it stained him. Seek knowledge from the cradle to the burrow.
After returning home from Cairo Egypt at that time, Shaka only had to stay at his home for two weeks. It also made his father itchy to want Shaka to wander again, looking for the knowledge of God.
And that's why his shaka wants to teach in this compound. Children here, not enough to get to the upper stage, there are 1st grade Junior High, but still can not read the Koran.
Shaka returns to his habits every night. Waking up the THIRD NIGHT, this time he prayed for his family.
Make no mistake, every day Shaka prays for his safety first, and the second his parents, his family, and the new wish that Shaka wants to achieve, he races every night.
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...-TO BE CONTINUED-...
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