The Humaira Virtual Zone
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Humaira had such a busy routine, that she had no time to exchange news with an Alif Fikri. Humaira realizes that if their relationship is not worth it, it may not be worth fighting for. Especially if it sounds that Alif is close to a young doctor where he works. Indeed Alif is quite famous, so the routine he did will be covered by the media crew.

Not feeling pessimistic, Humaira remained calm. Be sure that everything is planned. Today was the day he would meet someone, for some reason it felt so awkward. Sitting alone on a bench at the airport, waiting for someone to attend. Enough to drain his emotions that are less organized.

Humaira stared at the passerby screeching the suitcase with different facial expressions. He noticed one by one, hoping that the person he was waiting for had arrived. When he saw a man in black, but looking sweet, he wore a turban on his head.The young man approached Humaira, while Humaira was staring at the white-robed figure.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" said the young man with a warm smile.

Humaira lowered her head, then let out a long sigh, she was nervous when meeting in person like this. They usually look familiar. And they are usually never this ugly.

"Hey, how are my greetings not answered, how long are you waiting?" The young man said softly.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warrahmatullahi wabarokatuh, ga lama. Oh yeah, where are you going?"

The young man looked at the girl in front of him, then smiled.

"Ga's probably going to my sister's house too, right?"

Humaira raised her head, she looked at the young man who was chuckling cheerfully.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Can't I come here?" The young man was upset.

"Ish, Al answered What the hell? It's a really big si-Al."

"Call Gazha aja kak, or if you want to call Ali can also, do not want to be merged into Si-Al. I'm here again KKN, haven't I told you, why here? because I'm interested in the culture here. Who knows if he'll be here! I finally got to see my sister, right? that's bang Alif where dare to come here heh." The young man threw his face away then started to step up, leaving Humaira whose heart was pinched.

"You can go live in my cousin's house, he's a boy! only yes he rarely came home, his parents are also out of town. Than you cost, or stay in the inn? after all, where is your KKN group?"

the adorable black youth halted his steps, turning towards beside Humaira.

"God, tabarakallah, huuuuh very good, gurgling! but it can't be touched." Ghaza said with a bright smile.

" Where is it possible, there is no bond, so this is actually forbidden! you think I'm a big brother, but we can get married!"

"Work Wedding."

"Huh?"

"Joking you know I'm brother, sorry yes back I ngerepotin big brother, surely brother does not believe right. If I'm going to Padang, my brother is calm I will try to make sister's repotin too often. But if you don't mind, I'm happy." Seloroh Ghaza.

"Well brother make niqab, I can't see, brother blushing what not."

"When is your company coming?"Humaira deliberately switched the conversation.

"This is Allah After tomorrow, I deliberately came at the beginning, I also invited Sasa. He said he also wanted to see his brother."

"You're one college, even one major? still one heart?" moda Humaira, he remembers very well if Sasa was one of the girls that Ghaza had once liked.

"Now, is my heart empty, or is my brother going to fill it?" Ghaza teases back.

...*********...

Humaira takes an online taxi transporting a young man named Al Ghazali. A few weeks ago Ghaza said he would go to Humaira. But Humaira only considers it as a joke. Qadarullah Allah gave permission for them to meet. While related to KKN, the young man invited his campaign to follow KKN in the city where Humaira lived. After the taxi stopped, Humaira invited Ghaza to enter a house.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh." Say them Serempak.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warrahmatullahi wabarokatuh, eh Brother Meya, tumben here?" tanya Riski, Humaira's cousin.

"Aman ma ni, uni Ndak eat you? Ikki was cooking, lai lamak nyo."

***(Sir, you don't want to eat first? Ikki was cooking, it was good.")

"Taruih lah, Uni is the deacon."

***(Next, I'm still full on the deck.")

"Wey is, why it even became Padang language, I don't understand you know." Ghaza commented with a sigh of frustration.

...***********...

Ghaza tidied up his belongings in a spacious room. After that he cleaned himself, after bathing without hesitation he went to Riski and asked for food. Such is the personality of an Al Ghazali, it is easy going. After devouring a plate of rice with a side dish in the form of rendang, he also asked to be escorted to the nearest mosque.

Upon their arrival in the mosque was warmly welcomed by Gus Abdan, he was the founder of the boarding school in the vicinity, and the owner of the mosque they were visiting. The full name of the young man of Japanese descent is Abdan Muhtadi, he is so beautiful, his skin is pure white, nose sharp, eyes narrow, lips bright blushing. Not to mention it is the Tahfiz Al-Qur'an 30 Juz sanad. He is very loved by the shalihah akhwat, especially the santriwati around.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh Bang Abdan! this is Ikki told Kak Meya to bring Ghaza here, he said he wanted KKN in TPA here. Can it bang?"

Abdan smiled sweetly, after answering the greeting he nodded. Making Ghaza immediately impassive if the figure in front of him is currently so calm, different from himself.

"Where is Akh? Want to stay in the same boarding school or mosque or how Akh?"

"From the University of Indonesia Depok, Ana lives in the house of Riski aja Akh, the group of ana in shaa allah Lusa will come, previously jazakallahu Khairan khatsiran for his offer to attract Akh."

"Wa iyyak, oh yes later if you need anything, do not hesitate to contact ana ya akh. There's no contact with Meya or Riski."

"Na'am, Shurkon." Ghaza shakes hands, then leaves to go to Meya's house, with Riski.

...***************...

Meya was opening a box, a few hours ago there was a courier delivering packages. He is certainly executed now. It turned out to be a set of mucenahs, a Khimar, a box of organic milk powder, a few bottles of honey, and several other herbal remedies.

If estimated, it may cost around hundreds of thousands of rupiah. Humaira felt confused, as he remembered he did not order anything on any online sales forum. But why he could receive the package, if examined it is true his name is written on the box. Even the address written is also correct, the phone number listed is also his.

So where might this be a stray package, still engrossed in thinking. Two young men entered the porch to say hello.

"Ndeh Patuik, aniang se uni daritadi, is Wak sabuik salam, indak dijawek e... Uni manga is now ko?"

***("So right now, a silent brother daritadi, even though I already say hello, but no one is really happy, but brother now why again?")

"This is Kki, suddenly there is a package, but brother ga mesan!"

Riski directly dismantled the box that was still held by Humaira. Surely they don't touch. A letter fell, Ghaza immediately picked up, and opened and read the letter aloud.

"Dear Humaira, I'm sure when you hold this letter you feel confused, I hope you are happy, if you are happy please sign this letter, marked Habibi"

"Who is it, Habibi?" Riski's comments were about to sign the letter, but the ban occurred because it was immediately prevented by Humaira.

"Is it possible that Bang Alif sis?" Ask Ghaza lirih.

Without a second thought, Humaira immediately looked for her mobile phone, then dialed the digits of Alif Fikri's numbers. However, the grill was immediately rejected making Humaira look at Ghaza with a sad look.

"So why do you like him? So sad Mulu right? I'm gonna make a calculation." Not to be outdone, Ghaza tries to call back, but this time using his cell phone. Unexpectedly the phone was connected, making Alif Fikri widen his eyes. He was surprised when he called, was an Al Ghazali, especially behind Ghaza stood a Humaira.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh." ketus Ghaza while looking annoyed at Alif.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warrahmatullahi wabarokatuh." Alif answered awkwardly. While his eyes always pay attention to the motion of Humaira who is now looking down.