Farhan turned out to be very romantic. He always takes me for walks, eats, even yesterday he bought me a pink pashmina hijab for me to wear. Farhan and Ummi are also getting closer, Glory be to Allah.
However, this heart has been engraved with another name. This heart already has a place for only one person and certainly not Farhan. Pak Ali has not been to campus for three days, I don't know what happened to him. I can only wheel hopefully he is always in the protection of Allah.
I was sitting in the park, enjoying the beautiful morning at Gunadarma university. The wind makes the atmosphere fresher. Suddenly Maira approached me, she also sat beside me.
"You're right, Alex only loves you. Forgive me and forgive him, Alex is not wrong. You need to know, Alex is sick and alone at home."
"You should take care of him," I said with a smile.
"I can't take care of him."
I turned to look at Maira in surprise.
"Why?"
"Because he doesn't want me. He only wants you."
I'm still silent, I don't know I feel doubtful about Maira's words.
"I've given it up for you, go!"
"Before you let it go for me, I already gave it up for you."
"Hey, you know, Nia? Alex always likes your place of worship."
"Mosque?"
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Because he said that in the mosque, everyone is the same, be it teachers, lecturers, or even people who have the highest rights. All are the same, there is no difference. All are equal in the eyes of the Creator."
"I like mosques too."
"Why?"
"Because entry is free, hehe."
"Haha, yes you are right."
"In a time everywhere when we have to pay a high fee to get into a place, and it is in great demand by people. A real free mosque is deserted."
"Funny huh?"
"It's rather strange," I said, suppressing the word "weird" a little.
"Strange?"
"Yes. Those people are strange, they say they like mosques but the hills of many mosques are still quiet. Ah, nowadays."
"Are you hungry? Let's eat! I still want to tell you about Alex, don't you want to?"
"Can."
"Let's go!"
"Haha, yes Maira." I didn't expect Maira to be such a cheerful person.
…
Maira told me a lot about Mr. Ali. I'm still undecided about my decision. I seem to be suffering from a dilemma, depressed, confused and miserable. Alright, let's pray before the time runs out. Take ablution, then start taking the prayer mat and then start doing the Isha prayer. After finishing, I returned to meet Ummi who was fast asleep in a white mukena. She is very beautiful. Slowly this hand began to envelop him. Then out of his room to my room, errata, Rania's room I mean. Lying down this tired body, slowly trying to close my eyes and hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
…
It was a sunny morning, Kania was in the kitchen. Especially? In addition to fighting with cooking ingredients. Today he was a little late so he didn't have time to recite the Koran this morning, only praying. Intend to cook fried rice, Hem, very fragrant. Looks like Ummi will like it he thought at the time. Because she was too excited to cook, Nia had to cook a lot of fried rice. The plan is only to make two plates, it becomes four plates. As a result, Farhan was full. Yes they eat together on this beautiful morning, God willing.
"Nia, don't you want to come with me?" said Farhan after they were in Kania's yard.
"Em ... I don't think so, I want to be picked up by Maira."
"What?! Maira?"
"Yeah, I didn't think Maira was such a cool person."
"Halih, he must be just an image with you."
"Farhan, it's not nice to talk like that. Well, Maira," said Kania, pointing to the red car that Maira often used.
"Hi, Farhan, Nia. Good morning! How are you?"
"I'm Fine," said Kania with a smile.
"You, Farhan?"
Farhan looked slightly cynically at Maira then said, "I'm not fine." Then leave Maira and Kania with a mind that wonders, why is Farhan like that?
"Shall we go, Kania?"
"Um, of course, Let's go."
"Haha. Yes! Let's go."
It's a fun trip, Maira always plays western music which makes Kania feel uncomfortable, especially when there's a picture of a half-naked man hugging Maira.
"He? Mr Muhammad Ali Safar Alexis."
Jelbbbb. Kania tried not to be surprised despite the fact that she was very surprised, how could that be?
"That was, on the American coast, when Alexis was still a non-Muslim."
Kania nodded, trying not to be interested in seeing the intimate photo between Pak Ali and Maira. What does it matter. He is nothing but a lecturer. Limited to lecturers.
"Are you sweating? What's wrong?"
"Huh? No, it looks like I had a bad dream last night."
"Come on, tell me, here is the great Maira."
"In Islam, it is not good to tell dreams. Because Satan is playing tricks on us through dreams."
"Want a drink? I'm thirsty so let's stop at the coffee shop first, okay?"
"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."
"Meet those scavengers? Ugh, disgusting, they must stink."
"Maira, have you heard of it? That the poor are more noble than the rich."
"What do you mean?! Huh!"
"Heh, don't get me wrong. Maybe the scavenger is more noble in heart than me."
"Up to you!" Maira said then got into the car leaving Kania at the edge of the coffee shop.
"He misunderstood and got emotional very quickly."
Kania slowly met the scavenger, it turned out that he was carrying a daughter who was about 4 years old. Very cute with a pink veil.
"Astagfirullah, why are your children brought to work?"
"Son, I'm sure you are a good person maybe even very good, he is not your son. I found him yesterday, take him and take care of him."
"Me? Nia is busy studying."
"Okay, son. It's okay, you're excited. I will take this child to the orphanage."
"Uh, no, wait a minute, ma'am. Nia will call someone."
Kania tried to contact Farhan but was not active. Okay. Kania was forced to call Pak Ali and connect.
[Assalamualaikum, sir, sorry to disturb your time. Can you help Nia, sir?]
[Waalaikumsalam, what do you need, Nia? And why is your tone of voice fearful?]
[Sir, know a coffee shop near the University? Not that Nia is about ten kilometers.]
[Yes, I know, Nia.]
[Em… Can you come here for a second?]
[Okay, honey, I'll be there. Wait.]
Kania immediately turned off the phone unilaterally, without saying hello, her heart was beating very fast for some reason she didn't know.
"Mother, wait a minute."
A black car suddenly stopped in front of them. He is Muhammad Ali Safar Alexis.
"Thank goodness you came."
"What is it, honey?" Kania stepped on Pak Ali's shoes which indicated he was serious.
"Here, sir, do you want to take care of this sweet little girl?"
"No, because I don't have a wife."
"But, sir-"
"Well I will take care of her, if you become my wife."
"Son, how is it? I want to continue scavenging."
"Sorry, Mom, but Nia has some savings." Kania took out her chicken piggy bank from her bag.
"Nia, there's no need. Let me do it."
"No, sir. Nia is sincere, yes, ma'am."
"Thank you very much, son. May Allah reward you," said the mother and left in front of her.
Even though Nia wanted to take her piggy bank to the umrah administrator, but never mind. Nia is sincere.
"I know about the piggy bank, you have been saving for ten years and to send your Ummi to the holy land. So, why did you give it?"
"Have you ever thought a little about their fate? Little people like them? Nia knows you have a lot of money, your hospital is there, your university is a lot. But what? Are you happy? Even when you want to give charity, You make conditions."
"Nia, I think that way you will accept the proposal to be my wife."
"This father actually does not intend to marry Nia?"
"I was very intent, and I-"
"The decision is in Ummi's hands. Why don't you go home?"
"Yesterday when I went home, Ummi agreed. Remember? When you just got home from the hospital? Remember?"
"Maira?"
"How many times have I told you? I only love you, only you." He hugged Kania tightly.
"Kania Putri Ramadhani, only you."
"Sir, a lot of people are looking at us."
"I don't care."
"But Nia cares."
He let go of her hand and took her hand to his car.