Iliana had dozed off at her desk, completely enveloped by the exhaustion that had built up over the day. Jungkook, deeply engrossed in reviewing documents for the past two hours, glanced at the clock and then back at her. It was already 1 PM, the time she usually dedicated to her Salah.
"Green chameleon, it's almost 1 PM," he thought to himself, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he noticed her peaceful slumber. A playful grin spread across his face as he contemplated how to wake her up. He loved these little moments of teasing her, especially when she was about to start her prayer. With a chuckle, he cleared his throat and coughed a few times, hoping to stir her from her dreams without startling her too much. It was all in good fun, and he could already picture her slightly annoyed but ultimately amused expression when she realized what he was up to.
Slowly, Iliana stirred, rubbing her eyes and clutching her abdomen tightly. A pained expression crossed her face as she mumbled, "Dang shooting pain," tears escaping her eyes. Jungkook's playful demeanor shifted to concern as he saw her distress. "Green chameleon, are you okay? What happened?" he asked, worrying creeping into his voice. Without hesitation, he called Asma, who rushed in and quickly assessed the situation. Realizing that Iliana was dealing with menstrual cramps, she promptly handed her a painkiller.
"Mam, you should go home for a bit," Asma suggested gently. Iliana sighed, feeling guilty for having called Asma from her other duties. "Oh my, Asma... I'm sorry he called you from the industry to come here," she said, her voice filled with regret. But Asma reassured her, "No mam, it's fine." Jungkook, feeling grateful for Asma's help, mumbled a quick thanks as she left, leaving him to check on Iliana and ensure she was okay.
"Hey chameleon, aren't you going to offer your so-called prayer?" Jungkook teased, a smirk playing on his lips as his fingers danced across the desk.
"It's my day off," Iliana replied quietly, barely looking up.
"Huh? Why?" Jungkook was puzzled by her response and tried to ask again, but Iliana completely ignored him, focusing on her discomfort instead.
Just then, Jungkook's phone rang; it was his mother. He stood up and stepped out of the office to take the call. "What happened, Mom?"
"I just randomly called, son," she said cheerfully.
"Oh, okay. By the way, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"When can't Muslim women offer prayer?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Oh, child... They can't pray when they're menstruating. That's why they don't offer prayer during that time," his mother explained.
Jungkook's eyes widened in realization, and he made an "O" face as understanding dawned on him. "Thanks, Mom. Bye!" he quickly said before hanging up.
Returning to the office, he glanced at Iliana and decided he had some work to do. He hopped on his bike, affectionately named Babydoll, and headed out to buy some chocolates and sweet biscuits. "She might like this," he thought to himself, feeling a sense of determination. "Wait, Jungkook, why are you buying this? Duh, I don't know, let's just gift her," he shrugged off the thoughts as he rode back to the office, excited to surprise his green chameleon.
"Iliana, this is for you, my silly chameleon," Jungkook said with a playful tone, but when he looked around, she was nowhere in sight. He couldn't help but pout a little, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
Determined to find her, he quickly called Asma. "Hey Asma, do you know where Iliana is?"
"Oh, she just left. I'm driving her home," Asma replied casually but deep down he wants to hear his voice more
"Okay, I'm coming there too," Jungkook said, a sense of urgency in his voice before hanging up.
Asma turned to Iliana, curiosity evident in her eyes. "Who was that?"
"It was Jungkook. He's on his way to your house, Mam," Asma informed her.
Iliana let out a sigh, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "This guy is such a headache."
After arriving home, Iliana flopped onto the couch, utterly exhausted, and fell asleep almost instantly. Jungkook soon arrived, knocking lightly on the door, which was slightly open. The guards recognized him and let him in. As he stepped inside, he caught sight of Iliana sleeping peacefully on the couch.
"Oh my chameleon, are you sleeping? Is it that painful?" he murmured softly, a mix of concern and affection in his voice. He started to wander around her house, taking in the familiar surroundings, when he noticed a diary lying on the dining table titled "Translation of Quran." Intrigued, he couldn't resist the urge to snap a picture of it.
"Let's see what's so special about your Quran," he said to himself, a hint of mischief in his tone. After placing the chocolates and sweets he had brought on the table, he decided it was time to leave, but not without a final thought.
As he turned to go, a memory sparked in his mind. "You said something last time... Oh, I remember now! 'Allah hafiz.' Damn, what a word," he chuckled to himself, shaking his head as he walked out, leaving behind a hint of sweetness and curiosity in the air.
Iliana woke up about an hour later, stretching her arms and blinking away the remnants of sleep. Her eyes landed on the table, and she spotted the chocolates. "Dang, so archaeopteryx... are you caring for me now? Strange... anyway" she laughed lightly, a smile spreading across her face. Glancing at the clock, she noticed it was already 7 PM.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a call from Asma. "Mam, are you feeling better now?" Asma asked, concerned about lacing her voice.
"Yes, Asma, don't worry! Just tell me how the industry work went today," Iliana replied, her tone brightening.
"Everything was alright, mam. I checked on each and every worker," Asma reassured her. "Alhamdulillah."
They chatted for a little while longer before Iliana decided to cut the call, feeling a sense of relief after hearing everything was running smoothly.
Meanwhile, Jungkook had a different evening planned. Instead of heading to the club like usual, he made his way home. His mom was overjoyed to see him skipping club nights, a smile lighting up her face. "Finally, my son is making better choices," she thought, feeling proud of his decision to spend his time differently.