Let Me Fall in Love
110. Deep Talk Singapore

The plane carrying Akbar from Kuala Lumpur has landed at Changi Airport. His steps were quick as he pulled a suitcase towards the pick-up spot where his driver Aiko was waiting for him. Sitting sweetly in the passenger seat, the car drove to the residence of the sister. There's still 4 hours to go to Zaky's apartment. Because of the appointment to meet in the afternoon.

Iko and her husband welcomed Akbar home with joy. Long time no physically. If virtually of course often because sometimes sharing work affairs. After talking for a while, Akbar decided to take a break. Easily fall asleep. Feeling tired after a lot of work in Kuala Lumpur.

An hour before five in the afternoon, Akbar drove a car owned by Iko in a state of body fit after taking a nap. The car cleaves the highway to Zaky's apartment.

Singapore is a concrete example of how traffic is used as a means of shaping the character of society and advancing civilization. How not, the drivers in Singapore are so orderly and disciplined in driving on the highway and such mentality makes Singaporeans a person who is orderly and disciplined in various ways. Things that must be exemplified by Indonesian citizens who still lack discipline.

Akbar arrived at the door of Zaky's apartment in time. Six minutes early. He is not a perfectionist but seeks to be a person who upholds the discipline of time. " Assalamu'alaikum, Zaky," he said as soon as the door opened. A calm face and a sweet smile spread on her lips.

Zaky answered the greeting and then shook hands, hugging the man. Ask each other the news and let Akbar into his apartment.

"Sorry, Mas. Not much furniture in it. Just a carpet title with one sofa for the fall." Zaky first explained when he saw Akbar circulating his gaze.

"Because it takes some space to save the mockups, huh, Zaky?"

"Yes, Mas. At first I lived in mes campus but yes the room was less relieved. So I rented this apartment because it took a lot of time to assemble the maket."

Akbar. He let the passing Zaky leave him. The room is no bulkhead so that the dining table is minimalist and the pantry is clearly visible from its standing position. Room clean and neatly arranged.

"Mas Akbar from Jakarta directly here or transit first?"

Akbar's gaze staring at the painting on the wall turned to look at the arrival of Zaky who came with two bottles of soft drinks. "Not from Jakarta but from KL. Because Zaky's pas sent me that email again in KL. This morning, I took off to Changi. Arrive at the airport at 11. Keep taking a nap at my sister's Iko's house."

Zaki. He already knew from Ami's story that Akbar's family owned a company in the Capital of Singapore that was handled by his sister.

"Zaky, can I take a look at the mockups?"Akbar was curious to take a closer look at the architect's student's work.

Zaky invited and accompanied Akbar who stood close to his two mockups lying in the middle room rug and living room. He explained that two mockups of the house building were one of them for the task of facing the 6th semester. Another one is to be included in the race.

"I have an architect friend in Bandung. His friend Rama too. We were once a community in an automotive club."

"Mas Mizyan, isn't it?" Guess Zaky.

"Zaky know?" Akbar followed in the footsteps of Zaky who was sitting on the leter sofa L.

"When I was SMK, Mas Mizyan's car broke down in front of the house. I keep helping you change the tires. We had a chat while sitting on the terrace. He was about school. He supported me in college architect when I knew I was majoring in SMK Building Drawing Engineering. Don't know now Mas Mizyan still remembers me if I've forgotten." Zaky chuckled softly.

"If he forgets, easy. I can remind you later. The contact number is. Zaky if you want to find work experience in the office of architect Mizyan, then I can help."

"God willing I want to continue S2 first, Mas. There is no official plan of work yet. Most take freelance jobs."

"Where are you going to S2, Zaky?"

"God willing it in Zurich, Switzerland."

"Cool." Akbar gave a thumbs up. Sincerely praised. "Wish your dreams come true."

Both of them were silent. Take a bottle of drink and gulp it down. No one else started talking. Until then Akbar broke the silence.

"Zaky, according to my main purpose here. Surely Zaky has heard from the family in Ciamis. I'm Akbar. Want to ask for your blessing as the guardian of Ami. God willing, I want to propose to Ami in December. The date is on Ami's day of the semester break and also awaits Zaky's arrival in Ciamis."

Zaky who was initially listening while looking down and twirling the bottle of drink, turned to look up and stared intently at Akbar who was at the end of the sofa.

"Why choose Ami, Mas?" Ami has not had any love experience. He was my fight buddy. I doubt Ami's release of young marriage."

"Love with Ami comes without a plan. Just grow up. A heart that chooses and istikharah that strengthens the choice of the heart, Zaky." Akbar's answer was so calm and straightforward.

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Zaky took a breath and exhaled slowly. "It's in Maghrib time, Mas. Akbar is a priest!"

"okay." Akbar answered without hesitation the challenge of his future brother-in-law.

Zaky first took ablution in the bathroom located next to his room. He had held two different positions on the carpet once Akbar finished ablution. The two handsome men carried out their duties as Muslims. The voice of the priest was heard in the quiet atmosphere of the apartment room. Supporting keshusyuan.

"Mas Akbar is seriously istikharah?" After the prayer, Zaky looked at Akbar who was still both sitting on the prayer mat in a position facing each other.

"Zaky, I don't mess around in making decisions. Especially this is about the sacred. The longest worship whose intention should be lillahi ta'ala." Akbar put on a serious face.

Zaky closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Switching glare. "I'm the only boy. I used to have a mandate from my father to take care of all the women in the family. Mother, Tart Tea, Aul Tea, and Ami."

Akbar was silent with full attention. He gives Zaky a chance to reveal everything that makes the heart restless.

"I am calm to study here, away physically from the family, because Teh Puput, Teh Aul, and I already have a good partner. Which in my judgment they're men who protect their women's marwah."

"Now my final responsibility is to guide and protect Ami. We often fight close together but that is the way Ami and I love each other. Never fight with emotion."

Zaky exhaled a gauze breath"Huft, heavy to take off my sister this fast. But because Mas Akbar has received a prayer answer from God, of course I cannot be selfish and arrogant to reject the will of God. So. I am Mas Akbar's blessing."

Akbar shuffled forward and held onto both of Zaky's shoulders. "I didn't take Ami away from you, only the responsibility of protecting Ami transferred to me. Later if we get married, you are also all family, can meet Ami at any time. The door of the house will always be open for the family."

"I won't ask for a step. I'm just happy nitip Ami. If Mas Akbar had cheated or hurt his inner birth, I would have broken Mas Akbar's hand!" Zaky said with a sharp, drawn out and serious look.

Akbar smiled grimacingly. "If that happens, it's not just Zaky's punishment. But Rama and Panji will also skin me. Not to mention Krishna."

"Zaky can hold my word. I'll be happy with Ami the way I am, the way I can."

"OKAY. I'm holding your word, Mommy." Zaky reached out. The handshake was tightly intertwined.

"Zaky, after isya we're dinner outside huh. I have to go back to Jakarta tomorrow. So tonight we go for a walk."

"Okay, Mas."