The Humaira Virtual Zone
Zulaikha Humaira Version

After careful consideration, Humaira agreed with Gus Abdan. Today he decided to get Alif Fikri married. If you dare not speak directly. Humaira will use a similar method. During this time he had received many gifts from the figure of the young doctor. So is there a ban, if he will do the same.

Humaira plans to create a frame with the name Alif Fikri in it. After buying some spray paint, one frame, a set of flickering lights, a sticker named Alif Fikri, selotif, dus.

The first step he attached tape right on the frame frame, then he attached the sticker. After that he started spraying randomly spray paint. Feeling pretty aesthetic, Humaira finished it. Then after the paint dried, Humaira immediately opened the sticker covering the glass frame. The name of Alif Fikri is there. Smiling happily, Humaira immediately put flickering lights into the frame. The result became a Lamp display with the name Alif Fikri.

Very creative girl indeed, after that he began to write some letters on the book binder cover Pikachu. A robe of the Al noor brand is colored tosca which he tipped when Gus Abdan umroh a few months ago will participate he sent. A medium-sized Pikachu doll was also packed and sent.

Humaira remembered that she still had a new vision, which she deliberately bought for the uminya Alif Fikri. Because I haven't had time to cook rendang. Humaira was forced to send instant rendang seasoning typical of west Sumatra, indeed specially formulated by the Minang people themselves.

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Alif pondered back if Humaira asked him yesterday to wait for a purple cardboard. But this is the fifth day, not yet.

"Liff! Know Habibi? there is no such thing as Habibi here." Erlan's comments while standing in front of Alif's office door.

"Emang why?"

"That's it, in front of the fussy nyari whose name is Habibi, the address is correct! but there is such a thing as Habibi. The package is so big it doesn't know who it has." Erlan complains with a sour face.

"Huh, purple ga?"

Erlan nodded enthusiastically, then followed Alif who was running forward. Seeing Alif who took the package, Erlan felt unacceptable.

"It's not for you Lif, go back there!" Erlan's serious.

"My mountain this one."Comment by Alif sarkas.

"What evidence? your name is Alif not Habibi!" Cerocos Erlan still doesn't take it.

"Who's phone number is this? my number is!" Alif flicked Erlan's hand that touched his package. Ensuring carefully, finally Erlan just moaned resignedly.

"Who the hell is he from?"

"Ga need to be!"

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Alif was looking forward to the time to get home. After the Magrib Prayer he just remembered if it was asked by the Umi to take out the garbage. He thought why not the same trash from the package he received today.

Opening carefully, Alif felt bullied by Humaira. How not every content of the purple box is still wrapped back with a gift paper with a picture of Doraemon. Ignoring the annoyance mixed with amusement, he opened one by one the contents. When he finds a frame named himself, he immediately tries to revive it.

Amazed he felt happy. Then he found a Pikachu doll, his favorite character. Find a variety of souvenirs typical of Minangkabau, and a book with a variety of pens. Last time he found a cream-white face.

A piece of paper fell right on the floor, Alif felt moved if there was a figure of attention to the umi. Salute if anyone likes it, but approach uminya first. Not wanting to be too late, he finally decided to just throw away the trash.

The gift is indeed a lot of trash, every gift is wrapped with wrapping paper, especially the dress that he had been craving, wrapped with many boxes and gift paper. Humaira is really annoying. But he could not lie to his own feelings, if he also loved the girl.

After taking out the trash he was shocked by the cry of the umi.

"Where is this woman's face, how can it be in Aa's room, Aa keep women in the room huh?" Umi Nuraini shouted in panic.

"Make umi, from the tent Aa in the field."

"Well, who is Aa? how come Aa never told you?"

"Kata umi's. Aa is still a child, can not love first, the turn of Aa Revelation same mas Angga aja can!"

"And you're Umi's son, after all your two brothers are also married!"

"Yes Aa is still a child!"

"You can do that!"

"If marriage is possible?"

"Not yet Aa."

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Even at dinner, Humaira often discussed when at the dinner table. Alif's family was curious about her figure. Eagerly, Alif told about Humaira to the Umi and the Father. They seem to like Humaira, it is enough to make Alif happy.

After dinner and take care of it. Alif pampit to go into the room. He tried the tosca-colored robe, feeling fit and appropriate. Humaira did understand the most, without asking the size could be appropriate. Beyond expectations indeed, especially he really liked all the gifts Humaira gave him. Some butterflies have begun to display as decorations on his work desk. Humaira did send out various trinkets.

Alif again took the book wrapped in Pikachu which he had earlier dated. Staring at the words verse by verse that frightened him. He was afraid of the words there. He thinks that commitment is a bad thing. The fragments of past memories made his head throb.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, Aa I hope Aa is happy and Umi is also happy. I actually want to say something, what was our relationship all along? can't we get married? when did Aa come here? I don't need a fancy wedding, which is important, it's more than enough, I'm waiting for Aa's answer, Aa don't need to answer immediately. But I gave Aa 100 days. Aa think about that answer as best I can, I also will not be a burden to Aa. I promise I'll be a good wife to Aa. Thank you"

Slowly the book fell down, along with teardrops that began to rip the river in his cheeks. Alif wiped away the rough tears, his gaze darkened. His chest felt tight, with a little emotion he walked into the bath, soaking was the best solution for now.

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It had been three months Humaira was waiting for news from an Alif Fikri, the young man disappeared without news. Traces and rhymes are shaped by time. Memories of wisdom incense that began to disintegrate. Feelings of fear began to come squeezing the chest cavity that is increasingly painful.

Has Humaira been rejected?