WHY LOVE
Love Finds the Way

Modern life today, supported by technology that continues to innovate, makes the day change, goes quickly. Saturday and Sunday holidays seem to pass quickly. Now it's time to celebrate Monday, return to work.

Salma set herself up in front of a large mirror hanging from her room. It's her first day working with a new, hijab-wearing appearance.

Bismillah, time to work!

Salma motivates herself to the spirit of welcoming the day. Breakfast a cup of bread and a glass of ginger milk is already toilet. He is now sitting in the waiting room near the security post while saying hello with fellow boarding friends who will go to activities. There are also those who go to work who will go to college.

"Hey lo pangling in hijab. More beautiful-" Lala the tomboy is shocked to see Salma's new appearance.

"The hell, La." Salma tidied the four-sided hijab of plain cream she wore. Combined with blazer and moka color leather pants.

"Sauces, Salma. I suspect you're getting married soon, huh?" Todong Lala who is both waiting for the invitation bang ojol.

"Issh what's the connection.but I am sure. Let your words be prayer." The two laughed compactly, brightening up the morning atmosphere with a warm sunshine greeting.

Ojol comes along to pick the two up. Salma and Lala split up because they worked in different offices.

Candra arrives on the third floor of the office along with Salma who starts walking towards her desk. He watched the secretary from behind with a faint smile on his lips.

"For Mr. Candra-" Salma turned her head as her sense of smell inhaled the scent of a familiar perfume. A sweet and friendly smile spread wide with a professional attitude of work he carried.

Serrrr

There was a fine rustle on Candra's chest as she looked at Salma who was smiling sweetly greeting her. Though it was the usual smile that Salma did every day when welcoming his arrival. And he responds to mediocrity as a greeting of work formality. But this time there is something different, not only the eyes are staring, but also the heart is looking. So that his chest now feels a subtle sigh when the eyes collide with the secretary who is graceful hijap.

"Morning, Salma. Excitement with its new look!" Candra gave her thumbs up and walked towards the door of her room.

A stack of files was delivered to his desk by one of the staff. While waiting for his computer to live, he rushed to the pantry to make green tea for the boss who routinely became his duty every morning. Although the OB is ready to help, Salma prefers to brew with her own hands.

During the day, the two had lunch together at the company cafeteria. Actually, this is the usual togetherness. But this time Candra's heart felt warm to get the service of her secretary who prepared food and drink for her.

"Sir, I've prepared all the files to take tomorrow to the Rancaekek factory." Salma began to open a casual conversation after lunch both. Tomorrow the boss is scheduled to serve at the second factory in Rancaekek Bandung for three days.

"Goodle. As long as I'm not around, please handle it here well, Sal. Proposal from Bekasi factory hold first, I must learn before getting to Pak Hendro. He'll acc if there's a recommendation from me."

Salma nodded her head in response to the boss's orders.

"By the way, long Friday holiday, you want to go home?" Candra diverted the conversation from the discussion of work.

"It seems not. If going home, the question is not far from the question of where the candidate." Salma answered lazily.

"Remain unwilling to go home? Who knows when you go home, the same father is willing to ask for a husband who came to propose." Candra smiled faintly, teasing her secretary who was just a throb in response to her prank.

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The conversation in the canteen became Salma's last chat with Candra. Because Candra no longer enters the office tomorrow because it carries out the task of monitoring the mobility of the second factory.

Candra and Salma, immersed in their respective activities. Communication that is intertwined only around the realm of work, does not ask personal things.

This is the third day they are in a different place. Another thought of Candra, another thought of Salma. Candra total and focus on evaluating the performance of Rancaekek plant to immediately run its duties. Because last night, the answer to the Istikharoh prayer he was waiting for was clearly drawn through dreams and also arose in steadiness of heart.

But in contrast to Salma, three days without Candra in his room, made his heart empty. Currently Salma was glued in front of the boss' desk, staring at the empty oversized chair without its owner. Not only the work space is empty without the dashing figure of the prince of dreams, but the space of his heart was also empty plus the burden of longing to look at the figure of the handsome killer who became his idol.

Tomorrow begins a long holiday, the longer the day without seeing his figure.

Salma breathed a heavy breath. The swiping of the seatback as if rubbing the boss' shoulders, imagining he was sitting seriously staring at the laptop. A serious face that adds charisma and good looks. That face now he misses.

Salma closed the door to Candra's room after tidying up the files she had stored on the table.

The holidays have arrived.

The red date, which everyone always welcomes, does not apply to Salma. For him who is single, it is better to work than vacation.

Salma just finished the mascerine when the boarding door was knocked. She hastily snatched the instant hijab hanging on the kapstok.

"Mr?!?" Salma was shocked, as soon as he opened the door to see the figure of his father standing.

"Father here don't say it-" Salma greeted her father with a head full of question marks and puzzles. Tumben-tumbenan his father wanted to visit him. This is the second time his father has seen him during his two years in Jakarta.

"Salma, now you wear a veil? Son of the Father meni geulis pisan (very beautiful)-" Mr. Dedi instead answered Salma's question, but instead praised his youngest son was rightly happy.

"Yes, it hasn't been five days. You haven't answered yes, you came here intentionally or again there is an event in Jakarta?" Salma was impatient to know.

Mr. Dedi sat in a single chair in his son's room. He can enter the boarding house after showing KTP to security and introduce himself as the father of Salma.

"Salma, you came here to pick you up. You said yesterday you would not go home, so you just picked it up. Want to gather with you at home mumpung long holiday."

"Lho, usually also if not go home no problem. Why now I have to pick up. What's up, sir?" Salma who sat on the edge of the springbed without a bed, stared suspiciously. He felt that there was something serious that his father had brought.

Mr. Dedi sat quietly and chuckled at the child who frowned.

"Salma, there's a man who's going to propose to you tomorrow. It's time to get married, son. You are 26 years old, mature enough to get married. We're going home now!"

Salma was struck by lightning during the day when she heard my father's words.

"Father is heureuy (don't be kidding)!"

But got the head from his father.

"Brother decided for himself. Why don't you ask me first. What if I don't like that guy." Salma pouted her protest. He wanted to be angry, but was arrested. He is faced with parents who must be respected and should not be snapped even though the parents are in the wrong position, he said.

Father moved to sit next to Salma who was pouting with her face bent.

"You are each asked where kabogoh (boyfriend) always answers not yet have. That's why yesterday there were guests who came to the house to propose, you answer allow. You will not be disappointed. You will always give your best to your son." Mr. Dedi rubbed Salma's head which was now down.

Salma was silent with her eyes staring blankly at the car window. Staring at buildings and trees that seem to move because of the speed of the car driven by the driver who is his neighbor. He completely ignored his father who was sitting in the seat beside him.

Yes, I just started hijrah. Why was he given such a tough test.

Salma was no longer able to stem the tears she had been holding back. Tears now burst unstoppably soaking both of his cheeks. Her chest felt tight. Destiny toyed him. He felt his wait to become a Fatimah, in vain.

Mr. Dedi smiled faintly glancing at his sobbing son.

The day you cry is sad. But tomorrow you will cry happily.

He rubbed his youngest child's head affectionately, without a word.

For the story OF FOUR FRIENDS please wait.

I want to finish season 1 of this novel. A sneer for everything! 😍