WHEN LOVE IS TESTED
Luqman

"Eh, Jan for a second, can I ask for your contact?? who knows if it will be necessary" Pinta Kak Luqman.

"Yes, big brother" I replied, taking my phone out of the bag I was holding.

Finally we exchanged phone numbers, I smiled looking at Brother Luqman who once glanced at me with a gentle smile, time so quickly passed, long ago when we first met Brother Luqman three levels above me, at that time we were still both geeky, funny, when we passed each other we just ducked each other while smiling shyly, he said, Now Luqman has completed his S2 education at one of the universities, and now teaches as a lecturer at his own alma mater university. Luqman also has several businesses, one of which has several photo copy places, computer rentals, and ATK stores in several places.

"Later to call you well, "So Luqman said as he placed his index and thumb fingers in his ears and moved his fingers,

"Yes Brother, if so Jani pamit yes sis, already afternoon" Pamitku then.

"Yes Jani, be careful" replied Luqman.

"Yes, brother, Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumsalam"

Me and Indah immediately went to go home, upon arrival at home I immediately put myself in my favorite mattress now. I looked at the ceiling of my room. It feels like just yesterday Dad left mom for mom, but suddenly he died of a heart attack, that's the news I know from his relatives.

While I sleep checking my social media, I hope Faisal calls me, where is he? it's been the last few months since I've been unemployed why hasn't Faisal called me again? though now I need it most, I want to share my sorrow with him, but now his figure seems to disappear from the face of this earth, there are so many questions in my mind now, now, is it possible because I'm not working anymore so he won't call me anymore? after everything I've done, after everything we've been through, why would she easily leave without any explanation to me? My mind continued to float in the air, I kept thinking about everything until I fell asleep on my own.

Until the next morning I woke up, I saw my phone, there were several notifications coming into my phone.

one of them is from Brother Luqman whose number I saved yesterday.

Luqmans

Anjani is sleeping yet??

I quickly decided to reply to Luqman's message immediately.

Me

Well sorry brother, Anjani malem overslept, so the chat from Brother did not stumble in bales.

Luqmans

Is it okay Jani, today you are busy, right??

Me

I guess, brother, what's wrong?

Luqmans

If you're not busy, then we can meet outside, right??

I scrunched my forehead, a brother Luqman? let me meet? what's going on?

Me

Yes, can you, when? over where?

Luqmans

Me

Yes, I can Brother, I'll see you later sister

Luqmans

Yes Jani, thank you very much Jan, I wait ...

Me

Yes brother, equally

I hung up my phone, my heart was filled with big question marks, about Luqman what would you like to see me?? Ah, rather than dizzy, thinking I decided to clean up and immediately ready to meet Brother Luqman later in the afternoon.

Upon arriving at the city park, I spread my gaze around the place where the land had been poked, looking for the figure of the man who had asked to meet me, my gaze was then fixed on the figure of the man sitting in a long chair facing the very beautiful flower plant, I decided to greet him first.

"Sister Luqman?? has it been a while, brother??" I asked the man whose eyes always looked down on anyone who looked at him.

Brother Luqman turned his head, then smiled at me "not too long ago Jan, just now" he replied gently.

"Here Jan, sit down don't stand up, Big Brother Pegel's jaw should continue to look at you who are again standing" continued Brother Luqman while patting the bench next to him which is quite distant.

"Yes, thank you, brother," I sat beside Luqman, at the end of the bench, not wanting to get too close to my friend's brother's man, afraid of a lot of slander.

"So, what do you want to talk to Jani about??" I continued who could no longer hold back from my curiosity.

"Anjani, can you ask me something?? but this is quite personal anyway, Brother hope you are not offended" asked Brother Luqman who honestly made me more curious.

"Sister, it's okay to ask" I replied.

"Anjani, do you have a husband yet??" Deg, Luqman's question now leaves me confused half-dead, I don't know what to say? while I was still hoping that Faisal would still contact me and continue our relationship to a more serious level, but on the other hand Faisal has now disappeared from my life, and it seems like it can't be expected anymore. But, that makes me even more confused because between us there is no word of farewell.

"Belu sis," The words just slid from my mouth, I myself was shocked to hear my own statement.

"Anjani, Big Brother is not a person who likes to mince words, since long ago since Big Brother first met you, when you often play with Shita, Big Brother already likes you, when you graduated from school and did not communicate anymore with Shita, Brother had been looking for you, but you said you were working and difficult to contact, and Sister was also very busy with the study of Sister at that time, she said, until we were finally found yesterday. Jani, you know? Brother is very happy, God seems to hear every prayer Brother," Luqman explained at length,

"Anjani, marry me, be my wife, be the mother of my children, live and take care of me" continued Luqman who made my heart dag dug unworthily, my hands began to tremble, my hands began to tremble, either my heart must be happy or it must be sad because it has been proposed by a man like a brother Luqman. Does Luqman really love me?? does he just want to play me?? like Dad playing with mom's heart, or like Faisal playing with me now?? all the bad thoughts kept raging in my brain.

"Where's Anjani??" ask Brother Luqman again which makes me a little surprised.

"Sister sorry I...................."

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Kira think here the readers there are ever in the application of established men but are in fashion have a partner full of clarity is not it??? hhhiiiii author curious.

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