Love Shot X Tembakan Cinta

First Dinner X Makan Malam Pertama

Ahad depan zara begitu gugup untuk kedatangan imam. Dia menggunakan resipi ayahnya untuk sup dan salad. Dia juga membakar beberapa biskut. Dia tidak pasti tentang pencuci mulut jadi dia memilih sesuatu yang mudah; Cookies cip coklat. Dapur Berbau Syurga pada masa lima datang. Dia mendapat meja makan semua set apabila loceng pintu berbunyi.

"Datang!"Dia memanggil dan bergegas ke pintu. Agak mengejutkan apabila melihat imam keluar dari seragamnya, tetapi baginya dia masih kelihatan sangat tampan. Dia memakai sut kelabu neutral yang bagus dengan kemeja butang biru pucat. Dia juga terkejut melihat sekumpulan kecil bunga di tangannya. "assalamualaikum."Dia tersenyum cepat membiarkan dia masuk.

"waalaikumsalam Cik zara."Dia tersenyum dan memberinya memegang di bahu. "Ini adalah untuk anda."Dia menambah menyerahkan bunga.

"Mengapa terima kasih banyak."Dia blushes. Dia tidak ingat kali terakhir dia mendapat bunga. "Anda juga boleh memanggil saya zara."Dia ketawa kecil.

"Dalam kes itu, anda boleh memanggil saya ahmad. Seperti yang anda lihat saya keluar dari seragam."Beliau smirks. Dia melihat beberapa keriting dalam rambut kelabu yang pendek. Dia bau cologne bagus. Dia masih memakai cincinnya.

"Sila duduk, ada apa-apa yang anda mahu?"Dia bertanya sedang dia pergi untuk merebut pasu untuk bunga.

"Tidak, terima kasih. Tolong ambilkan sedikit air."Katanya. "Ia berbau indah."Beliau memuji.

"Terima kasih. Ini resipi ayah saya dan ya dia orang Singapura. Ibu saya orang Malaysia."Dia menjawab.

"Ahhh, sesuai."Katanya.

"Ya mereka. Mereka telah berkahwin lebih tiga puluh tahun."Katanya.

"Saya gembira mendengarnya."Katanya.

"Terima kasih."Dia mengangguk. Dia mengisi pasu dengan air dan memasukkan bunga ke dalam. Dia menghidu bunga dengan lembut. "Bunga-bunga itu berbau harum. Terima kasih banyak."Katanya.

"Sama-sama. Saya memilih mereka dari taman Masjid. Bunga terbaik di bandar."Dia ketawa dengan bangga. Dia mahu memeluknya dengan teruk, tetapi dia hanya tertawa. Dia memberinya segelas air ais sebelum dia mendapat makanan di atas meja. "Saya harap anda bersedia untuk membawa pulang lebihan makanan."Katanya sambil duduk.

"Ia tidak akan menjadi makan malam Ahad tanpa membuat makanan untuk tentera."Dia ketawa. zara membiarkan dia mendapatkan makanannya terlebih dahulu sebelum dia mendapat pinggannya sendiri.

"Nenek saya juga orang Malaysia. Dia hidup sehingga 70 tahun."zara menjelaskan.

"Allah memberkati jiwanya.”

"Dia lebih pendek daripada saya. Dia selalu memasak ketika kami datang melawat."zara berkata antara gigitan.

"Biar saya teka, adakah dia akan bertanya sama ada anda lapar juga?"Dia ketawa kecil.

"Oh ya, sepanjang masa."Zara mengangguk.

"Kedengarannya indah."Mereka mempunyai makan malam yang indah. zara melakukan yang terbaik untuk menjaga pandangannya daripada berlarutan terlalu lama di ahmad. Mata coklatnya berasa begitu lembut dan selamat. Dia benar-benar menikmati makan malamnya. Beliau membantu membersihkan selepas makan malam dan apabila selesai mereka berkongsi cookies.

"Saya harap mereka ok. Saya tidak pasti apa yang perlu dimasak."Dia berkata selepas mereka duduk.

"Biskut memang sedap. tapi saya lebih suka semangkuk ais krim vanila."Dia menyeringai.

"Ya, itu terdengar baik dengan jujur."Dia mengangguk dalam persetujuan.

"Jadi, bolehkah saya mendapatkan lawatan ke rumah indah anda?"Dia bertanya ingin tahu.

"Oh yeah, marilah!"Katanya bangun. Dia menunjukkan kepadanya dan tersenyum pada hiasan sihirnya bahawa dia sangat bangga untuk mempunyai sepanjang tahun. ahmad menyimpan fikirannya kepada dirinya sendiri apabila dia menunjukkan kepadanya bilik tidurnya di tingkat atas. Rumahnya indah di sekeliling. Dia membuatnya kopi dan mereka bercakap sedikit di ruang tamu. Dia mahu inci lebih dekat kepadanya di sofa, tetapi mengekalkan jaraknya. Sebaik sahaja ia berusia lapan tahun, dia enggan bangun.

"Saya sedih untuk mengatakan bahawa saya mesti berlepas. Saya perlu bangkit awal esok."Katanya.

"Ya, saya faham."Dia mengangguk dalam memahami. "Ia bukan empat pagi itu?”

"Saya biasanya pada lima-tiga puluh atau lebih.”

"Yuck. Saya bukan Sabar. Saya akan bangun hanya tidak bercakap dengan saya terlalu banyak.”

"Saya kenal ramai orang. Saya akan pastikan untuk menyimpan bahawa dalam fikiran."Dia ketawa kecil. Mereka menuju ke pintu dan dia menyerahkan sisa makanan kepadanya.

"Terima kasih kerana datang.”

"Terima kasih zara kerana menjemput saya. Ia adalah malam yang indah."Dia tersenyum. Dia berjabat tangan dengan lembut. "Saya suka makan malam sekali lagi. Saya akan pastikan untuk menghantar surat saya keluar."Beliau mempermainkan.

"Saya akan memerhatikan keluar untuk itu.”

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“Coming!” She called out and hurried to the door. It was a little surprising to see the imam out of his uniform, but to her he still looked very handsome. He wore a nice neutral grey suit with a pale blue button up shirt. She was also surprised to see a small bundle of flowers in his hands. “assalamualaikum.” She smiled quickly letting him in.

“waalaikumsalam Miss zara.” He smiles and gives her a squeeze at the shoulder. “These are for you.” He adds handing over the flowers.

“Why thank you so much.” She blushes. She can’t remember the last time she got flowers. “Also you can call me zara.” She chuckles.

“Well in that case you may call me ahmad. As you can see I’m out of uniform.” He smirks. She saw some curls in that short grey hair of his that was slicked back a little. She could smell some nice cologne on him too. He was still wearing his ring.

“Please sit down, can I get you anything?” She asks as she goes to grab a vase for the flowers.

“No thank you. Just some water please.” He says. “It smells wonderful.” He compliments.

“Thank you. It’s my father recipe and yes he is Singaporean. My mother was Malaysian.” She answers.

“Ahhh, quiet a match.” He says.

“Yes they were. They were married over thirty years.” She says.

“I am glad to hear that.” He says.

“Thank you.” She nods. She fills the vase with water and puts the flowers in. She smells them and hums softly. “The flowers smell beautiful. Thank you so much.” She says.

“You’re welcome. I handpicked them from the mosque garden. The best flowers in town.” He chuckles proudly. She wants to hug him so badly, but she just giggles instead. She gets him a glass of ice water before she gets the rest of the food on the table. “I hope you’re prepared to take home left overs.” She says as she sits down.

“It wouldn’t be Sunday dinner without making food for an army.” He laughs. zara lets him get his food first before she gets her own plate.

“My grandmother was Malaysian too. She lived to be a 70 years old.” zara explained.

“Allah bless her soul.”

“She was even shorter than me. She was always cooking when we came to visit.” zara says between bites.

“Let me guess, would she ask if you were hungry too?” He chuckles.

“Oh yes, all the time.” zara nods.

“That sounds wonderful.” They have a lovely dinner. zara does her best to keep her gaze from lingering too long at ahmad. His chocolate eyes feel so gently and safe. She truly enjoys his company. He helps clean up after dinner and once they get the left overs sorted out they share the cookies.

“I hope these are ok. I wasn’t sure what to get.” She says after they sit down.

“Cookies are wonderful. My guilty pleasure is a bowl of vanilla ice cream.” He grins.

“Yeah, that does sound good honestly.” She nods in agreement.

“So, may I get a tour of your lovely house?” He asks curiously.

“Oh yeah, come on!” She says getting up. She shows him around and smiles at her magic decorations that she’s so proud to have up all year round. ahmad kept his thoughts to himself when she showed him her bedroom upstairs. Her house was lovely all around. She made him some coffee and they talked for a bit in the living room. He wanted to inch closer to her on the couch, but kept his distance. Once it was a little past eight he reluctantly got up.

“Well I am sad to say that I must depart. I have to rise early tomorrow.” He says.

“Oh yeah, I get it.” She nods in understanding. “It’s not four a.m. is it?”

“I’m usually up at five-thirty or so.”

“Yuck. I am not a morning. I’ll wake up just don’t talk to me too much.”

“I know a lot of those people. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.” He chuckles. They head to the door and she hands him the leftovers.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you zara for inviting me. It was a wonderful evening.” He smiles. He shakes her hand gently. “I would love to have dinner again sometime. I’ll be sure to send my letter out.” He teases.

“I’ll keep an eye out for it.”

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