Khadija
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Khadija.
His name is Aishleen Khadijah. People used to say hello as Kha. Unique right? But not as unique as it looks. She is not a special woman, nor is she an ordinary woman. Just like Muslim women in general, Kha always wear clothes covered with hijab dangling over the chest.
His life is almost perfect. Having a great madrasah that always makes Kha never stop being grateful to have been the son of both parents. He also always behaved well in order to be a good role model for his two younger brothers.
Kha's age has reached the quarter-century mark. But his life was occupied only by Worship, education and family. There was no other love he knew but the love of the Creator, the Messenger of Allah, and the family. Shame that is too high, indirectly build a self-fortification to not have, braid, or even just know the opposite sex.
Now Kha has held the title of S.pd after almost 4 years of education in the city of Jogjakarta. But what he has been doing so far, is not directly proportional to the desire that has been his dream so far. Instead of doing work according to their field, Kha prefers to open a flower shop.
“Teteh sure not want to continue Teteh's work as a lecturer assistant?” tanya Azzam, Abi of Khadijah. “Good chance, Tea. You can learn to be a lecturer from you to be an assistant first.”
“Insha Allah Teteh sure, Abi,” replied Khadijah assured Azzam, “Duringly Teteh wanted to open his own flower shop.”
Azzam and Alsea looked at each other, discussing using speechless gazes. “If Teteh is serious about opening a business, why did Teteh not take over Ummi's boutique? Or Teteh can help Abi in the office, itung-itung while studying,” timpal Alsea.
Khadijah shook his head steadily. His desire to open his own shop has been designed since he was still sitting in the upper middle. “Butik already taken care of Aunt Mia, besides there is Aludra same Adara who helps. Insha Allah Abi is still healthy and may always be given health to take care of the office. There is the same Sham Gam that is more suitable to help Abi later.”
“Teteh wants to open his own store, use his own savings, pioneering from zero and hopefully growing with prayers from Umi same Abi.”
“Insha Allah Abi and Umi will always support and pray for any decision Teteh. So, where do you want to start opening the flower shop?”
“Jakarta...”.
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After getting permission from Abi and Ummi to open a store in Jakarta, Kha did not want to waste time. Today too, Kha left for Jakarta. Somehow Jakarta became his choice, even though his hometown was no less amazing. To be sure, the metropolis always leaves a sweet impression when he visits his grandfather's grandmother every long holiday greet.
“Teteh by plane Yes, Son. If you take the train to Jakartanya at midnight. Ummi is worried that Om Abyaz will be late to pick up later,” said Ummi did not agree with his desire to take the train.
Kha hugs Ummi from behind, landing his chin on Ummi's shoulder “Ummi... Ummi's son is already big. Ummi do not have to worry, Kha just want to enjoy the scenery during the trip, it has long been not taken by train as well,” said Kha. “Lagian Om Abyaz must have waited before I arrived. Know for yourself Om Abyaz is afraid of Abi,” Kha chuckles in the ear of Ummi. Making Ummi squirm with a keenness.
“This you!” Ummi pinched the tip of his son's nose. “If you already want to look like Abimu. Whatever you want, son. But Umi's message, always take care of yourself, never leave prayer. Once Abi's job can be left, Umi same Abi directly followed to Jakarta.”
Kha softly kissed the back of Umi's hand. “Umi take it easy, Kha will always remember Abi's message with Umi.”
That afternoon Khadijah was escorted by Syamier to the station. Arriving at the station, a drizzly stub welcomes the brothers. Even though it is not heavy, it still makes both wet.
“Syam anterin to here not papa' right, Teh?”
“Gapapa, Syam. You stay, you will miss class again.”
Syamier only deliver until Kha finishes boarding pass. After that, his younger brother left because he had to go back to campus.
Offered the Argo Tugu railway, Kha left Wates station for Senen market station. Getting a seat right next to the window made him smile with satisfaction. Not wrong to choose to ride the train he thought, the view of the afternoon twilight will accompany him to spend the day.
But his expectations were not at all in line with what was expected. Several times he snorted bitterly, not until half an hour left Wates, who thought the drizzle would stop changing with Dusk, or at least appeared refraction of light then form an arc of light with seven basic colors. Now the view is blurry, the rain water increasingly heavy covering the entire window.
As a result, for 9 hours and 45 minutes Kha travel spent teaching, listening to murottals, the rest sleep.
Kha set foot in Senen market station when the day had changed. The cold air of the remnants of the rain gushing welcomed his arrival in the densely creeping city. For a moment he laid his body against the stainless bench. Waiting for the sister of Umminya who until now has not been seen.
Not long after, the notification on his phone also sounded.
Kha, Om wait for the south parking lot. Om's feet hurt so pain for the road.
A heavy sigh rang out, Kha got up and walked while dragging the suitcase.
He exited through the south door leading to the parking lot of two-wheeled vehicles and four-wheelers afterwards. The road was a little stung because of the objection to dragging a suitcase, carrying a Tote bag, as well as carrying a tote bag containing souvenirs for his Aunt and Om.
A woman in a hat wrapped in a checkered shirt nudged herself from behind. Kha quickly realized that the woman was not only nudging, but also wanted to seize the Tote bag that was draped on her shoulder.
“Eh, what the fuck!” pekik Kha maintains the strap of his bag. Fortunately, he increased his vigilance when he knew he was going through the streets a bit quiet.
The woman in the hat drew her face closer. “Serahin goods Lo or..” I realized he was being threatened. But Kha did not feel any sharp objects touching her hips. It just feels like a fist.
Convinced that nothing could hurt her, Kha fought the woman who would take her bag. “Please my bag!”
“I said take off my bag or I will scream!” threaten Kha with a loud voice.
His hands were still clasping tightly onto the items he was carrying as a man with a hoodie, hat, and all-black pants came over to them. Kha is getting anxious and scared.
Who's the guy? Is this girl friend? Or the....
“Please Bag him! I don't think there's a better job!” Kha breathed a little relieved to hear the man's words.
The woman in the hat was upset. “Damn it! Disturb people's business, lo!” grit that woman.
The man clutched the woman's hand in the hat. Maybe because he felt he had an opponent who did not draw, the woman ended up forcibly pulling her hand. Intended to leave the place, but when the woman turned back, some people who realized the commotion came to the place where they were standing.
“Mau nyopet yes, Lo!”
