When He Was Sick
#28
Ibrahim stared at the ceiling, he missed the idol, the son of Pak Haji Jafar.
"Zahwa, how are you?I really miss you." Ibrahim sighed, remembering the first time he met.
The Flash Back On
Ibrahim was on holiday in Cairo, he used to study at a famous university in Cairo. And he was visiting the campus first.
"It turns out it's still the same, just a little change." Ibrahim.
Ibrahim went around the campus, some still knew him. Because he was also the most reluctant lecturer and student, Ibrahim was not only handsome and kind. He is known as the smartest and smartest lecturer, how to teach him is very different from other lecturers.
"Assalamualaikum, lecturer." Greet students and coeds (Arabic 😄😄😄)
"Wa'alaikumsalam, how are you?." Ibrahim smiled.
"We're good, Mr. Lecturer."
"Good God."
"Alhamdulillah."
"Zahwa, know this was one of these lecturers when I told you that." Said Nisa. Zahwa just took his hands, and he left. Making Ibrahim look at him, only time there are students are ordinary. He used to be respected, there was even something crazy about him.
Zahwa the veiled girl made Ibrahim curious, and he followed Zahwa.
Zahwa got into the car, and drove off. Ibrahim hurriedly got into the car, then followed Zahwa's car.
Zahwa's car stopped at the convenience store, then he got back into the car. He brought a lot of goods, even in the restaurant next to the convenience store gave a lot of food. Everyone got in the car, Zahwa drove back.
"Where is he going?." Ibrahim muttered, focusing on seeing Zahwa's car, right in front of him.
Zahwa's car entered a residential house that is very attentive.
Zahwa seemed happy to see the little ones scattering around hugging Zahwa. Unknowingly Ibrahim smiled at her.
"This is my heavenly angel." Ibrahim said he had decided to pursue Zahwa to be his wife.
Ibrahim got out of the car and helped Zahwa hand out goods to children and adults.
"Sir teacher?." Zahwa was confused as to why the new lecturer he met. Suddenly he was beside her, but she did not invite him.
"Once you go, finish this. I'll explain." Ibrahim said softly, smiling. Although Zahwa's face was covered with a veil, Ibrahim felt that Zahwa was a beautiful girl.
"Hm, okay." Zahwa continued to distribute the parcels.
All the parcels had been distributed, they were sitting on a bench by the tree.
"Have a drink, sir. Thank you for helping me, Oia you haven't answered my question." Zahwa gave Ibrahim a drink, and he sat some distance from Abraham.
"Thank you, first you don't call me Father. I'm not that old, I just accidentally saw you at the convenience store. You bought so many things and you also bought so many food in the convenience store's restaurant." Ibrahim looked at Zahwa, but Zahwa just looked down.
"I feel disrespectful, you're a lecturer."
"Former teacher, I no longer teach there. I'm there because I miss the campus environment."
"Ooo, then I'll just call Brother."
"That's better, let's just relax."
"God my heart is pounding, he is my angel of heaven." Abraham said in his heart.
"Good, brother."
They were silent, feeling awkward.
"Hm, you're not a citizen of this country are you?." Ibrahim scratched his head that was not gatel.
"Yes, Brother. I'm from Indonesia."
"I'm also from Indonesia, but I'm in Jakarta. Where are you?."
"I'm taking it, brother."
"Ooo... When it comes to Azhar, is there a Mushola or a Mosque."
"It's just Mushola."
"Yes, Brother."
They walk, Zahwa walks first. Ibrahim looked at Zahwa's back.
"God, what a wonderful creation you are, O God. I begged the girl named Zahwa to be my wife, I wanted to edit her." Abraham said in his heart.
"Here is the brother of Musholanya and there is the place of the ablution of men." Zahwa refers to the place of ablution.
"O Allah, this is the Mushol?." Ibrahim.
"Yes, Brother."
Mushola was unfit for Ibrahim, and he contacted Abi Ismail to build Mushola to be fit for use. Without any debate Abi Ismail transferred money to Ibrahim's account.
"Sorry Zahwa, Abi I transferred the money for the construction of this Mushola. Can I have your account number and your cell phone number, if there's more from Abi. I'll tell you." Ibrahim.
"Subhanallah, really began once Abi Brother. May the kindness of Brother and family be countered by Allah SWT." Zahwa said he was happy.
"Amiin Ya Robbal..."
Zahwa typed his phone number into Ibrahim's phone.
"Alhamdulillah, I got the hp number of my heavenly angel." Ibrahim said in his heart, he was happy.
Ibrahim had already transferred the money to Zahwa's account.
"Thank you, yes, brother. After this we give the money to the administrator here Brother."
"Yes, how about tomorrow morning. Coincidentally abis Azhar prayer, I have business"
"Yes Brother."
"Sister Ibrahim was not only handsome in face, but his heart was so kind. And this is why I'm suddenly pounding." Zahwa said in his heart.
Since then Zahwa and Ibrahim's relationship has grown closer, even if there is a charity event they come together. And they both feel in love, but they have nothing to reveal to each other.
"Zahwa, tomorrow I have to go back to Indonesia. Because the company needs me so much, when the business is done, I'll be here soon." Ibrahim said he could not leave Zahwa.
"Yes, Brother. Two more months I'm graduating, brother, just calm down." Zahwa.
"All right, then. For that today you accompany me yes, I bought souvenirs for Umi, Abi and my brother."
"Yes, Brother."
"Thank you Zahwa."
"Yes, Brother."
"Zahwa, I'm sorry if I'm talking about this. But I can't help it, it's up to you to answer what I accept with Ikhlas. I love you Zahwa, I want to edit you." Ibrahim looked at Zahwa expectantly.
"Hm... How is this too sudden I am confused, but if you want to disturb me. Please Brother meet my Abi, if Abi accepts you as my husband. I also accepted it." Zahwa.
"God willing, after you graduate and return to Indonesia. I'll propose to you."
"Yes, Brother. Later I will inform you again to my brother, when I return to Indonesia."
"Duh! so impatient, want to immediately confuse yourself. Wait for me, my angel of heaven."
Zahwa smiled at Ibrahim.
The next day Ibrahim returned to Indonesia, he immediately contacted his good intentions to invite Zahwa and Abi knew Abi from Zahwa, namely Pak Haji Jafar the famous speaker. Abi Ismail agreed.
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