Triplets' Last Mission.
"Come, Marry!"
Suddenly the rain fell on the city. Chen just remembered that it was July. A suitable place to eat noodles at the business place of Yue and Hamdan in the same City.
"Haih, Rain. Do you still love the rain in July? Are all places the same?" tanya Puspa dried her slightly wet sleeves when she got out of the car.
"Rain rain between May and July. The East Asian rainy season runs from June to July" Chen explained in a relaxed position.
"Then, in Korea, Japan it's from July to August. Likewise in Chang Jiang and Huai He regions in China" he added.
"Oh, that's it," blow Puspa. "China is big ye, countryally advanced, hehehe" he added.
Chen pulled out his phone. He gets information from Assistant Dishi about his company that is still chaotic because of the sabotage of the person sent by Jackson, Rebecca's foster sister.
"Damn! This guy hasn't given up either. Jackson Lim, what kind of person is he?" muttered Chen.
"I'll kill him later. Just look, I'll show you who I really am,"
"It seems, Mr. Chen is cursing. It was visible from his face that his eyebrows were bent and his eyes were sharp. What's up, huh?" batin Puspa curious.
Shortly after, the food came. Employees at the restaurant were all wearing hijab because most were domestic and Muslim.
"Well, even here her female employees wear headscarves?" puspa said amazed.
"He is the owner of Feng's mother" Chen said.
"Hahaha? Since when do you use that language? But, seriously this belongs to Ko Feng's mother?" Puspa was still unsure of that reality.
"Eat fast, or eventually I'll leave you here!" ketus Chen was ready to eat his food.
"Ah, yes!" exclaim Puspa immediately grabbed his noodle bowl.
So excited to eat, just a few feedings make Puspa choke.
Uhuk, uh….
"Hey, who's gonna take your food? Can't eat well and be calm?" Chen panicked and gave him some water to drink.
Uhuk, uhuk ....
"Sorry, Mr. Chen. I just can't help being hungry. Seeing food as good as this, yes I will definitely eat," replied Puspa rubbed his chest because of a choking pain.
Yoke!
Chen flicked Puspa's forehead a little hard, "Aw!" rintih Puspa's.
"You have a meal, don't you pray before you eat?" Chen flicked back his forehead.
"Aw, it hurts, sir. It's the same as touching, don't know!" tepis Puspa's.
"Like me! Quickly eat, if you're the last one to finish this meal, then you'll pay" Chen teased.
"Cruel!" exclaim Puspa upset.
"Belgroff." Chen returned to tidying up his suit and eating.
It was not raining that day, only a speck whose weather had become much colder than it had been this morning that was still warm.
They ate solemnly even though they did not talk to each other. From the outside, Fei was watching the two who were eating together.
Fei grumbled, "Why should that cheap woman? That woman isn't even smart. What makes it special in your eyes, Chen?"
"No!"
"Since we were kids, we've always been together. I have to fight for my love!" it passed from its place.
"What are you reading? Why are you handing over eating and drinking?" chen asked curiously.
"Alhamdulillahilladzi ath-amanaa wa saqoonaa wa ja'alanaa minal muslimiin. It was tahmid after eating and drinking" replied Puspa.
"That means?" ask Chen again.
"Praise be to Allah who gives us food and drink" replied Puspa.
"Ih, that's short. Shall?" ask Chen.
Puspa answered what Chen asked. It does not have to be, but if a true Muslim, without knowing it must or not, expressing gratitude will add to the enjoyment of life in the world.
Chen continued to pay attention to every explanation of the prayers that Allah and His Majesty recommended. Everyone has their own rules. "So, if we can be orderly with the commandments of Allah and the advice of His Majesty, we will get the gift of heaven" Puspa explained as he was preaching to children.
"Does heaven exist?" ask Chen.
"Of course there is. It was a very beautiful place, a gift to the obedient servant of God," replied Puspa.
"From waking up, to going to sleep again, are we always reminded to remember God? How good is God?" Chen asked again, that time the question was serious, just like his serious-looking face.
Puspa nodded happily, he really liked if asked to tell the story of Islam and the story of the Prophet.
"Even if you are interested in the Prophet's love story, I am ready to tell it" said Puspa.
"Alright, teach me islam! I'm getting interested in the religion my family chose!" chen shouted after pondering for a few seconds.
Puspa. That's not the answer Puspa expected. However, if Chen really wanted to study Islam, Puspa would gladly help him.
"But, I cannot be your guiding teacher, Sir," said Puspa languidly.
"Why? Am I not qualified as a student?" chen asked with a thump on his cheek, turned and folded his hands like a child sulking.
Seeing Chen's childish behavior made Puspa want to laugh. However, he held back his laughter for not wanting to be seen mocking the haughty 22-year-old man in front of him.
"Master, it's not that I don't want to be his teacher, Mister," replied Puspa gently.
"But, if you really want to learn the religion of Islam, you must find a teacher who is mahram with you. For example, a fellow man, Ustad, a Muslim friend, or Kyai. Then, Aisyah, Gwen, Father Sir, Uncle Adam also Om Raihan. Like that, not to me. I'm not the mahram, sir," Puspa said in a cautious voice.
Chen thought hard. I don't know what mahram is. Slowly, Puspa explained what mahram was so that Chen did not misunderstand.
"So, you and I were forbidden touch, banned alone for a long time because of that wall, mahram?" ask Chen.
Puspa. "That's how it is,"
"Then, how do I make you my mahram? I am learning with them!" chen's words made Puspa even more surprised.
"Why not answer? Let's answer, how can you and I be mahrams, so that you can teach me this religion?" chen was impatient.
"There are 1 way, and surely you will not agree to it," said Puspa with a serious look.
"What?"
"Wedding, we have to get married in order to be mahram. Well, that's for sure you don't want to, right? So, you should have been looking for another teacher" said Puspa shrugging his shoulders.
Chen looked at Puspa as if he was about to eat it. The gaze made Puspa uncomfortable, Puspa turned his face towards the outside of the restaurant.
"Then let's get married!" chen firmly with a table-crack.
"Huh?" it is undeniable, Puspa's expression and response how. It would be shock and shock.