The Talak End
Dating

I am Farah Mesya, the 24-year-old woman who secretly loves Gibran, my upperclassman.

I left my hometown to complain about my fate in the big city of Jakarta.

At the same time, accidentally or this is a miracle of God, I don't know, I met Gibran, the upperclassman I used to love even today.

"You're Farah, right?" Gibran asked at this accidental meeting.

I who was so pangling to see a man who became a dream of the heart could only nod without saying. This heart is so mischievous that its beating makes it hard to breathe. I tried to regulate my breathing over and over again with a sello. I hope Gibran doesn't realize it.

"How are you? You're beautiful after all these years I haven't seen."

Aaaa..

I want to scream out loud expressing how happy this heart is. I just looked down embarrassed to hear Gibran's words.

"I-I'm fine," nervous dong for sure. I haven't seen Gibran in years. This was our first meeting after a long time together. And Gibran asked me how I was doing, and praised me. Ah, this pleasure is enough me and God know.

"Getting to jakarta?"

"I-I'm looking for work," I replied still in a nervous tone.

"To be precise, incidentally in the office still needs employees for the marketing division. How about you?!" Bargainly.

"Stop Brother Gib, I just graduated High School, where maybe I can get into a big company," I told him.

Gibran smiled. Ah, that smile that I've always missed, I dreamt, so sweet. Oh God, let me have it. I was totally misbehaved with Gibran's smile showing his teeth.

"Look, the company belongs to my family. You've got enough interviews, let me arrange everything."

Gibran became my god of salvation. Not one day of my existence in Jakarta, but I've got a job. Moreover, I will work in a large company that actually my diploma is not nominated. But thanks to Gibran, I was able to taste the job.

"Tomorrow to come to the office at 7 a.m. Give me your phone!" Gibran stretched out his hand asking for something from me.

I took the phone from the bag and gave it to Gibran. Gibran's fingers were typing something on my phone.

"I've saved my number on your phone. Call me when you get to the office. I'll go first, see you tomorrow" Gibran went by. While me? I was still staring at his back which was starting to drift away.

I pulled the corner of my lip, then looked at my phone and checked Gibran's number.

Cute Guys

My smile widened when I saw the name Gibran wrote as a sign that it was his mobile number.

I hugged my phone so happy. Is this what you call falling in love?

After getting Gibran's number, I went back to my boarding house that I had been in for two hours.

I edited a photo of Gibran in High School and juxtaposed with his cell phone number. That way, I can see a photo of a handsome guy as well as his number. I don't know why I can't stop looking at my phone, rather the photo I just edited.

***

I woke up early, considering today was my first day of interviewing and my first day at work. I didn't want to let Gibran down, by booking an ojek online, I went straight to Fernanda Corp's office.

It only took me about 30 minutes, I had already reached the majestic and towering office. Immediately I called Gibran at his request to call when I got to his office.

Gibran asked me to come in and meet Dimas, Gibran's private secretary.

"Are you Farah?" A black-clothed man standing in front of me.

"Yes, sir."

"Follow me!" Her request.

I followed the stiff man by walking behind him. I don't know where he'll take me to get on the elevator to the 13th floor.

The elevator stopped moving, the door opened, with the stiff man's steps out and I just followed him from behind.

"Come in! That's the HRD room" he said.

"HRD what the hell sir?" Plain ask. Bodo time with this stiff man, I asked according to what makes my curiosity rebel.

Dimas looks to wrinkle his forehead and scratch his nape that does not itch. Maybe in his heart he cursed me who did not know the meaning of HRD.

"The interview place means?" The stiff man nodded.

"Some cake from earlier, do not need all hanuman-hanuman."

"Geez!" Errata.

"Yes that is. Thanks for being ushered in here," I said kindly, still the stiff man just nodded.

About 30 minutes I was in Hanuman's room what was it, anyway. I'm allowed to go straight to work today as well. Gibran must have ruled it.

I got acquainted with the employees of one division with me, namely the marketing division.

"Gue Riana, you?"

"I am Farah" I replied.

"Welcome to Farah, hope you're at home? If there's anything I'm ready to do for you" he said smiling at me.

This is where my introduction and Riana who in the end we became very close friends and were there for each other. Even I did not hesitate to share stories about my feelings since High School like Gibran who is now our boss.

***

"Stststttt, your dream is through tuh," whispered Riana.

"What the hell, shame to know," I just said with a misbehavior.

"Cie-cie salting with a smile from Mr. Gibran, ahemmm like there are more flowers," Riana continued to tease me.

I looked at Gibran and how badly he showed her that sweet smile. O Allah, want to pretend to faint, let Gibran carry me hehe.

"You're being asked into Mr. Gibran's room right now!" The stiff man named Dimas walked up to me and Riana, but his gaze focused on me.

"What did Mr Gib suddenly call me? Isn't the required file I gave you earlier?"

The stiff man shook his head and then left

"Sir Gibran was at home anyway had a stone secretary, wonder," I murmured but still heard in Riana's ear.

"What's? Brother Gibran? Cie's a friendly call."

"Have been quiet, Ria!" Protest's upset.

"Okay I diem, mending you directly into the room Mr. Gibran deh, fear is important, right?"

"Take it too."

I went from my cubicle to Gibran's.

Geck..

Geck..

Geck..

"Lake in!" Gibran's voice came from inside.

"Sir Gibran called me?" I spoke in professional language considering that we are currently in the office.

"Not to be so tense, Rah. Oh yeah, there's no show later?"

"No brother, why?"

Gibran approached me, looking at me intensely. A hard-to-pronounce look, the sweet smile that always made me melt was etched on her lips. He whispered, "I'm asking you out tonight!"

Kyaaaa...

Like ice doused in milk, manisss shekalii tastes. Cie the mesem yourself🤭

TBC.