" Light of Love "

Chapter VI: " Turns out he is an ustadz "

" Please for Daurah participants who have been present in the hall , so as to occupy the seats that have been prepared by the committee "

Today the first day of the Qur'an Daurah began, so many participants present made me unable to memorize all the faces perfectly. All of them have been designed in such a way, also separating the seating of male participants, and women with consideration according to sharia.

A few minutes later, a man walked onto the stage that had been provided . Wearing a white knee-length shirt, combined with black trousers, makes it look simple but still full of charm. Black kopy worn on his head adds to his dignity.

I stared silently at him, I couldn't say anything. Because it turns out that he who was in front of me was the young man I met on the train and in the minimarket yesterday. I should have understood her from the beginning of the meeting .

" Husnah, it's not the person who was on the train" Sabrina said in shock.

" Right brother, " answered me while looking down.

" O God, it means yesterday we were talking on the train was an ustadz "

I just nodded, with regret in my heart for feeling disrespectful to him yesterday.

The learning process has begun, with language that is easy to understand and its relaxed nature makes the material conveyed easily understandable.

" It doesn't feel like the time is up, so God willing we continue tomorrow . May today's science be of benefit to all of us . Endul Kalam, wassalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh" said ustadz Gustiar closed the ceremony.

" waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh "reply answered the participants.

" Mashaallah yes na, the way of delivery is very good so the material is immediately nyantol" said brother Sabrina while looking at me.

" yes, brother, it is not wrong if we are far away here "my mouth.

Meanwhile my mind was still drifting ', figuring out how to return that Ustadz money I borrowed this morning. Like this is the reason why the ustadz are sure that we will meet again.

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" Sat.tok.tok.."

I tried knocking on the door of the Foundation's office that wasn't closed but didn't see anyone in it.

" assalamualaikum "

" waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh , there can be help ukhti "Answer a man who just came out of one of the rooms .

" Afwan ustadz, can ana meet with ustadz Gustiar "

" oh for a moment, we call first, please can sit inside while waiting "

" *jazakumullah khoiran ustadz"

" vivienb* "

The man went to call ustadz Gustiar, while Sabrina and I sat on the couch in the office.

After a while, a man appeared who we had been waiting for. The same figure we met on the train yesterday, the one I had admired through the stories I had heard. Who now sits in front of us back but with a different atmosphere.

" assalamualaikum" he said.

" waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh "Our answer is almost the same.

" Afwan, what needs this ukhti ukhti want to meet me "

I took a deep breath, and hesitantly began the conversation,

" Afwan ustadz before, we are here to apologize for yesterday's incident in the train, because we have been disrespectful with ustadz . we did not know that in front of him was an ustadz . Again, we apologize "

After listening to our explanation, ustadz Gustiar just laughed a little, as if something was funny .

" What's up Ustadz, there's something wrong with what I said just now" I looked towards him.

" There's nothing wrong, I'm just confused, Why do you have to apologize, I don't think that's a problem . And is there a rule that an ustadz is not allowed to be spoken to normally by someone ? " charm her.

" it's not like that ustadz" I said by lowering the direction of my gaze.

" It's been , it's been , there's no need to be questioned anymore about it, besides there's something to talk about again ? "

Suddenly I remembered something, I quickly reached into my pocket and I took out an envelope containing a sheet of money.

" Did I just say lend the money to antum ? "

" Ndak ustadz "

" So I don't want to accept it back , my business has stopped after I pay it, then the after it's none of my business anymore"

" don't be like that ustadz, I beg Ustadz to accept it "

" well then, antum know the charity box in front of the hall ? "

" Na'am ustadz, ire ،"

" My advice is to just put the envelope there, God willing, because the money in the charity box will later be used to support the orphans, and dhuafa' ,and I'm so sorry I have to go to class because I have teaching hours "

" Good ustadz, jazakumullah khoiran for his time "

" assalamualaikum" he closed the conversation.

" waalaikumussalam warahmatulli wa barakatuh "

As Gustadz Gustiar said, I put the envelope into the charity box attached in front of the hall. Because I have regarded it as a trust to be carried out.

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" Akhwat who was ustadz ?" ask Fauzan.

" oh, that's Zan Akhwat's who sat with us on the train yesterday "

" what business do they have looking for ustadz ?"

" they're sorry , same want to return the money , but it won't take ?, is there a question antum as detailed as that , not as usual ? "

"Afwan ustadz, if ana was presumptuous* "Fauzan replied while looking down full of regret.

" That's it, it's okay Zan "sahut ustadz Gustiar while patting his shoulder.

Indeed ustadz Gustiar had been suspicious from the beginning to Fauzan, with a slightly different attitude when after their first meeting with the two newspapers. It seemed that something had been hidden, but a fellow ustadz Gustiar man seemed to have begun to understand it.

Fauzan is also an ustadz here, only a few years younger than ustadz Gustiar. Their relationship is very close even already like a sibling relationship. So it is not wrong if ustadz Gustiar can understand it more than anyone .

That afternoon they walked hand in hand to the library of the foundation . It has become a habit, every day they always take the time to read the book there .

After choosing a suitable book, they go to the reading place that has been provided. The atmosphere became silent, it only seemed that some people were reading a book . Suddenly Fauzan began a conversation with his best friend.

" Ustadz Gustiar, ana needs advice" he said.

Austadz Gustiar closed his book for a moment and began to face Fauzan.

" What advice ? " search ustadz Gustiar.

" As her I have a taste with an actress "

It seems like ustadz Gustiar has begun to understand the direction of his conversation and who his personality meant.

" Keep how , is antum ready to get married ? if you are ready, continue istikharah , ask for guidance with Allah .new if you are very sure to come to his guardian to mengelamar akhwatnya. Anyway do not let too long , fearing the devil will come into play in his ", said Gustadz Gustiar firmly.

" who's the fuck ?" he added.

" Ayatul Husnah, the person we met on the train "

" I've guessed "sahut ustadz Gustiar with a faint smile.

" *If in terms of financial , insyaallah I have been able . and for the readiness to get married maybe not 100% ,ana also have not tried isikharah "

" then be assured first, involve God in him, God willing if the soul mate will be facilitated "

" well ustadz, jazakumullah* "

They read each other's books again, only after a short conversation it made ustadz Gustiar become less focused, his mind floated , as a result the book he opened it to be in vain. I don't know what made her like that, as if there was a sense of indecision in her heart.

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