Started In Paris
Secret

"Assalammu'alaikum"

A greeting came from the kitchen, I walked there. It looks Ummi who was washing some leftover bowls of meatballs, there are three stacks of bowls there, it looks like it was very crowded.

"Cock just got home? He said just for a second?" Ask Ummi who still washes the bowl.

"So Zulfa met an old friend, so chat for a while, sorry mi" I replied standing behind him.

Ummi nodded with a smile, after that I took a shower and then prayed, after my prayer in front of the house, precisely at the small meatball stall Abah. I immediately helped Abah, he seemed tired, I drove the bowl here and there, Abah asked when I came home.

After a while, the stalls began to be quiet, visitors one by one went, maybe today the weather was too hot, as a result after the last visitor had no more visitors.

Finished cleaning the table and so on, I sat on the chair where the food stall, Abah went inside, maybe pray, Ummi after carrying a pile of dirty bowls not yet returned, I myself outside, I was alone, maybe someone bought it.

I played my phone, opened up some of my social media, had a mother buy meatballs, I served, because it was wrapped so do not eat here. I sat down again in that chair, my eyes were heavy, I was sleepy, but I had to stay awake, after all it was noon.

"Door"

Someone's voice surprised me from behind, I was stunned, immediately looking back. There was a sound of laughter on the face of the veiled girl that shocked me just now. Furious at his behavior, I pinched his arm. He let out a voice that shrieked in pain.

"Cock on the squid?" His grunt while rubbing his arm.

"Mistake it yourself." I said turning my face away.

"Yadeh yadeh sorry" he said as he sat beside me.

He glanced at my phone a little, trying to figure out what I was doing, knowing how I was moving away from my phone.

"Iiddiih" he said with an irritating look on his face.

"What the hell!" My solute. He was silent for a moment.

"Eh Fa, you work at a famous photography studio, right? How can I get accepted anyway? Many people refuse!"

"Where do I know, thank goodness than not" I replied.

"Yes too" he said, nodding his head slowly.

We're both chatting. He's Luluk, my high school friend who is still my best friend with my hand. She was the type of girl who talked a lot, whether it was to someone she just knew, or vice versa.

He doesn't like convoluted, meaning he prefers to be to the point in everything, sometimes I reprimand him because when there are words that accidentally hurt someone's heart.

How else, Luluk is like that, but he is cool, a good listener, and can be said he is a reliable friend in everything.

"Eh no need to mi, Luluk had eaten earlier" he said.

Ever since he knew me during High School, Luluk often went to my house, whether it was to study together, or just play. So no wonder if Luluk is familiar with Abah and Ummi.

"Now you work or go to college Luk?" Ask Ummi to Luluk.

"The work is here, he wants to go to college again, but if you think about the father's father's father, so Luluk works, after all it's time to make money" explained Luluk.

Ummi nodded slowly, while sitting down joined Ummi to dry some bowls that were still somewhat wet with napkins. The three of us spoke at length, not spared from Luluk's jokes that always teased Zulfa, his jokes were welcomed

Zulfa with facial mimic is less like, which immediately invites laughter Luluk.

By late afternoon Luluk had just returned home, after which Zulfa took a bath and prayed ashar, then again helped Abah and Ummi.

At night at 8 stalls difficult to close, Abah after the shop closed always went to the mosque, whatever he did, but had prayed isya at home. And always come home late at night. Ummi never said what Abah did in the mosque at nights like this, I also did not dare to ask.

Abah used to go to the mosque at night.

When I was a child, I cried when I wanted to go with him, it was the first and last time I went with Abah to the mosque, because after Ummi forbade me to go with Abah again.

That night as I followed Abah, I only saw Abah talking to a kyai, who was it. After a short conversation, Abah just swept the mosque, he said, I who was waiting for him in the mosque porch still looked at him, Abah smiled at me at times.

It might be a secret for Abah.

I walked into my room, closed the door and laid my body on the bed. Today is very tiring, tomorrow I have started working, from tomorrow onwards.

Tired of playing mobile phones, there was nothing I could do, from just sleeping staring at the ceiling.

Suddenly a shadow of his face came sneaking up on my ottak. Why did I have to come again?

It was hard for me to forget it, but I didn't know what was on him so it was hard for me to forget. My feelings for him were unrequited, because I chose to be silent, I resigned to what God gave me.

Indeed, every feeling of liking to someone will be held accountable later in the afterlife. I often pray that God will take away the memory that is in my head about him.

Since I was thinking, I don't deserve her, I feel that there are still other girls who are more suitable for her. Who am I anyway? Only a girl catfish a meatball boy, her perfect self would not fit me that only a girl who does not know herself has anchored her heart to him.

I believe more in what God has given me.

"Ma fi qallbi ghairullah" I said softly as I closed my eyes. In my heart there is only God.