The Humaira Virtual Zone
Not Dilan

Ghaza stared at Humaira who was feeding fish on the edge of the city park pond. He smiled when he saw the veiled girl looking very excited. Not running out of ideas, reasoned to maintain a happy twinkle in the eyes of Humaira. Ghaza immediately approached the traveling ice cream seller. He knew that the girl liked this frozen, soft food.

" Want one yes Uda, the same strawberry trus that is chocolate." Ghaza took out two browned pieces of money.

The ice cream seller nodded, then gave him 2 pieces of ice cream. After taking it Ghaza passed to immediately approach Humaira.

"Sister, I have something." Ghaza reached out his hand, thrusting a pack of ice Cream to Humaira. As expected the girl's eyes returned sparkling.

Pulling the plastic tip of Humaira's ice cream immediately opened the packaging and ate it.

"Sit down first" Kekeh Ghaza walked over, inviting Humaira to sit on one of the park benches.

"Why did you suddenly send me here?"

Ghaza scratched his head for a moment, staring at the street. His mind began to branch, began to hesitate to express the contents of thoughts that are very disturbing lately.

"The answer must be honest, brother?" Ghaza stared at Humaira for a while, while the girl simply shrugged her shoulders.

"Yes, you don't need to know, I'm afraid to be rude to you." Ghaza tried to stand up and walked slowly, leaving Humaira screaming occasionally for her name.

...***...

A courier appeared to stop right in front of Humaira's house, after leaving several packages. He left to deliver another package. Humaira had guessed that some of these packages must be from an Alif Fikri.

When opened he found a piece of paper that made it difficult for him to breathe. Alif Fikri said "Don't misunderstand me, all my attitude towards you. Even when I'm angry, upset, irritated, annoying, you should know that it all comes from me loving you" on a piece of paper scratched by blue ink.

Then the next envelope was found again a piece of HVS paper Size F4, which may be large. Because the content of the letter is only a little, there is also written some words of seduction ala Dilan for a Milea.

Warahmatullahi wabarokatuh..

To

Humaira

The older the day ahahahah..

Congratulations on getting a different gift than usual, because for today, you are reading this letter in your heart. But the usual reading is not nyolot too, get a gift but nyolot, smile dong Humaira,,,,, get,,,

Hey, smile, not a shy smile like that,,, you know,,,

Well that's a smile, but don't run around too, later calculated (.).

Enjoy

May you be happy and happy...

If you like please fill in the signature below, for proof that the prize has been received, by the winner.

About that is the contents of the letter listed, then below it there is a signature column. Habibi is signed. And Humaira's column was immediately signed by the girl.

After reading some letters, Humaira found some medicine and some dolls and religious books. After arranging neatly into his closet. He also pondered, whether it was true that he and Alif would be able to unite. Is it worth it for an Alif? or what if he asks directly? strangely, he did not find the answer, finally he decided to go to the supermarket. Because today there is a cake order that he must make, and deliver it to customers.

After cooking some steamed sponge, and neatly arranged in a box. The cake must be delivered on time. Indeed today Humaira does not take care of her work in the boarding house first. He deliberately took a few days off to take care of the needs of the hijrah community event that he held.

...***...

While on the road he met an old mother who sucked along the way, Humaira approached and brought the old woman to shelter in a warteg at the end of the road. After filling his stomach, Humaira invited him to chat, he said he was deliberately left by his own son to beg. Usually before the magrib his son will come to pick up. But this time, his time has passed but his son did not come to pick him up.

Humaira deliberately waited together with the grandmother right at a small coffee shop at the intersection to the morning market. Humaira gave the jacket to the grandmother when she looked like she was shivering with cold.

" Grandmother, where are you?" Humaira looked at Grandma Rukayha with watery eyes.

Remembering his parents at home, how the fate of his mother if old later. Or how his fate when he became a parent later.

Before long a young man with a Supra motor fit came and stopped right in front of the stall. "Mom why don't you wait for me in a normal place? I'm tired of going around looking!" Hardness when getting off the bike.

"Ma–maf son,"lirih grandma Rukayha held back crying.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh! Please respect your parents, I do not want to interfere, but as a fellow Muslim. I have a right to remind you, Heaven is on my feet! in the Qur'an of Al Isra verse 23, which means And your Lord has commanded that you worship none but Him and that you should do good to your parents as well as possible. If either one of the two or both are to a ripe old age in your care, never say to them the words of “ah”, and do not shout at them, and speak to them noble words. " Humaira looked at the young man with a cold look.

The young man glared sharply, not accepting if he was advised by an unknown woman. Indeed Humaira advised him away from the crowd, but it still hurt the ego within him.

"Do not know you!" the young man held back the anger.

"Sorry Uda, the actions that Uda is doing at this time are very disliked by God, repent before it is too late, sorry if my words hurt Uda's feelings, Uda, here I have a little sustenance please be accepted and used as business capital, and live his mother properly. It is not appropriate for Uda to treat Uda's biological mother like this, let me say first, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh" Humaira slipped a fairly thick envelope into the palm of Rukayha's grandmother. It made the old woman cry. Not expecting if there are still filial to old parents like him. Although not his own son.

The young man stared at Humaira's departure with a feeling of guilt, all this time he thought everyone only dared to comment and there was never the courage to help him. This time, the girl helped him. When the envelope was opened, found money worth two million rupiah. With tears she made a prostration of gratitude, and promised to repent. And opened a business to support his family.

Grandma Rukayha was happy with the presence of Humaira who was only a moment but was able to provide benefits.

...***...

Alif stared at his cellphone, he was hoping for a message from a Humaira. However, the girl did not contact.

"Eh yesterday I was in the DM akhwat pretty," said the fat man on the left of Alif. When he turned his head, Alif looked at Erlan who was snacking on the basreng.

"Which person?"feeling interested Alif responded to the babble of his best friend.

"Padang"lih Erlan stared at the twilight that was presented at the corner of the hospital garden.

"What's his name?" Alif's voice intonation is getting higher.

"Ga knows, but it's weird! when he sent me a picture of me who was giving money! maybe he has a picture of me! it's fitting we rihlah at the top with fellow hospital last Sunday you know!" Erlan's story was mixed with confusion.

"Are you serious? you're in DM? whose account name is he?"

Erlan nodded faintly, then revealed the account of someone who had blocked her Instagram account. He deliberately created a new account with another name in order to find out who the girl behind the account called Hijrah Love Offial.

"Damn!!" Bumping Alif accidentally