" Light of Love "

CHAPTER II: "The Meeting with Him "

I stuffed some of the game and some other gear into the black backpack that I had.Not forgetting that I also brought a small purple mushaf with a little black embroidery in the corner, gift from my sister 6 years ago, when I was 18th birthday . Finished packing I immediately contacted Sabrina .

" assalamualaikum"

" waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh, how, is it ready ? "

" yes sister already, I must go to the house antum ya"

" okay, waiting "

To leave for Bogor we will use the train.But because the distance of the station and rumayan house is far away so we will be escorted by Abi to the station by car . And for train tickets we chose economy class because we wanted to minimize spending .Although we know the facilities will not be maximum, but it does not matter to us , provided we can get to the destination safely .

" thank God, it has come "my words.

" yes, take care of yourself, then when you get to tell me directly" said Abi while looking at the back seat towards us.

" well Abi "we answered almost simultaneously.

Brother Sabrina is not only close to me, she is also close to my family . So close my Abi already thought he was like his own son, and so did Sabrina's sister .He thinks my parents are his parents too.

We immediately got out of the car, the atmosphere at the station was quite crowded , a lot of people passed by.It feels like because this is the first time I took the train I am very impatient to leave immediately. We rushed to the station area.

"bruk.." arrived from the opposite direction there was a young man who hit me to make me fall.

" agh..," I groaned in pain.

" sorry, sorry "he said as he leaned over and stretched out his hand to help me.

" don't work, don't help me by myself "

When I was about to try to stand up, I accidentally saw his face and immediately I was stunned by the figure in front of me, our views clashed for a while.

That face was very familiar to me, but I still felt doubtful with this faint memory of mine.

" the next time if the path of the heart yes, do not hit people kayak gini again" said brother Sabrina to the young man as he helped me to stand.

" yes, I'm sorry "

The young man then passed away leaving us, I who was still curious to try to turn his head towards his who had been away from it.Without realizing it was from a distance the young man was also looking at me , finally our views meet again . I realized that I immediately turned my eyes and continued my steps to follow Sabrina who had walked first.

In my mind the question arises whether he knows me too , if he recognizes me it means whether Yusril is really my friend.

"ayo Husnah, we will be late "take Sabrina with us while pulling my left hand so I can walk faster.

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We sat next to each other, I took a position on the window sidelines, because this was my request to Sabrina so that I could see the view from outside the window.

The train had started to walk slowly, suddenly appeared 2 young men who wore white Koko clothes with a little embroidery on the chest, and the white clothes were double with black suits ,the black trousers approached our seats.

" Afwan, can we sit here" said one of them.

" yes, please "sahutku friendly.

During the trip to Bogor, I spent it reading the book I brought from home. I really like reading and this hobby I got from my Abi . No wonder we have dozens of books at home. At the same time a young man before us was reciting the Qur'an, with his eyes closed and his right hand carrying a small mushaf .I think he is a Qur'an hafidz, his voice is soft but still heard by me his beautiful voice.

Suddenly my polpen and the young man's ball dropped simultaneously 'my ballpoint pen fell near the young man's shoe and the ballpoint pen fell near me. We immediately tried to get the pen.

" Dag.." We unexpectedly bumped our heads.

" agh.." I groaned as I stroked the elus of my head that hurt a little.

" Afwan ukhti, I accidentally "he said with a look of guilt.

" do not apologize, there is nothing wrong, it is also the same pain , so draw "my candle with a smile.

After hearing my answer, the young man just smiled. And the incident managed to make the atmosphere that was awkward turned warmer.

" afwan, if you may know, this kukhti to Bogor what business?" he tried to start the conversation.

" We went to Bogor to join the Daurah Qur'an held there "

" what is the name of the company ? "

" If not wrong foundation Madinatul Qur'an "

" oh there .... "

" antum know where it is ? "

" Yes, I've been there, good then"

" yes, we also can't wait to start learning, because my friend said the speaker is cool, easy to understand delivery, and broad insight" said Sabrina.

" God, I hope we can also visit there "

" Afwan, if you can know the name of this mas mas who? we have been talking but do not know his name" I asked them.

" i'm Gustiar, and this is my friend Fauzan "

" if Gustiar mas sama mas Fauzan is going to Bogor what business?"

" we also want to study there, want to find knowledge"

replied the young man named Gustiar earlier.

From that short conversation, I could see that they were very good young men. From the words he said and the way they kept their eyes on me, it made me very amazed at them. It would be lucky if I could be met with a soul mate like them.

My gaze was fixed out the window and the figure of the young man who hit me at the station, reflected again in my mind.In my mind said, 'if it is true that he is the Yusril I know , then what he is doing here.

" Husnah, I feel you like you know the young man at the station earlier.Soal from the gaze of the two of you earlier , as already know each other "asked Sabrina suddenly

" don't know my sister, I was just a bit shocked earlier, because she looks a lot like my High School students" I replied while looking at her.

Suddenly the memory of 7 years ago is present again in my memory.......

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