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Tafsir love part 1 (Teenage Story)

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I still clean the closet. Rearranging my scattered clothes. Do not forget to give 'monkey' so that I am more diligent because now far from family. At home, tidying up the rooms is our weekend routine. I think that's the way it's done to be always close to me.

Listening to my mother's advice, made me remember our debate one year ago.

“Why not Brother Hisham only, Mom?”

“Because Aqeela pinternsaw and Kak Hisham are now also working.”

“And there is Kak Naina, Bibi's son who also often help grandmother ngajarnjai.”

“That's exactly what you have to go, son.”

“How about my dream, Mom?”

“Im sorry Mom, just assume Aqeela is making mom and dad happy.”

That's why I always obey when mom talks like that. At that time, what I thought was that no one really loved me. I am, right, son of a bitch, should not be more dear, obedient to my will.

If Grandma loves me, why would she put me where I never wanted to be? World tafsir.

Don't you know what I dream of? Although grandma had other hopes to break the sacred.

To this day there are still many questions that I have not found the answer, why are my father and mother so determined to register me here, so willing to sell some jewelry so that I can enter through the independent path. Looking at my abilities, of course the test track is not possible. Mother said, insayaallahal-Qur’an taught by grandma will be useful, and I was told to believe it just like that.

“Nduk, zinc pinter yes learn it, I can not be long here, kasian your sister wait outside”

“Actually I want to ask you something important, Bun. Related wills grandma.”

“Wes don't think about it, Aqeela's a smart kid, grandma must be happy someone continues her struggle.”

As usual, my mother's return left a question mark. Don't I deserve to know the reason that finally brought me to this place. Here everyone ‘gandrung’ read a book that does not have a consensus, if just reading the Qur’an of course I have no difficulty because from a small grandmother did teach me in front of our house. Langar which is now the only reason why I have to throw away all my wants and fulfill my obligations and devotees to parents. Can't I choose?

[Don't forget it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon, we have a study in the front garden of the faculty]

Order my best friend-Kemal-disperse daydreams. Time to get ready. It's three o'clock now. The man could be furious if I was late. Actually without being reminded, I made an appointment to leave with Tiwi.

I've studied the study material today, although I don't really understand it, at least there's something I can ask you later. I'm tired of being a loyal listener among my own discussions.

In fact, is that really the real reason, I just don't want to look stupid in front of Kemal, who has been helping a lot.

“Depart, yuk! The phone was just off that day. Don't forget your ‘nyangking’ said.” As usual Tiwi suddenly appeared, understandably other than being ordinary, her room was right next to mine.

“Iya, briefly.”

“Where to eat from my bundle?”

“Snake just ngaku-ngaku mother. It's under the study table. Take it yourself.” Tiwi was already ‘nyomot’ a bag of peyek nuts before I finished my conversation.

We set off on a walk, walking down a small alley to the campus faculty park. My fees are right behind campus, so at any time I can go home for a break or prayer before finally returning to campus.

“Regularly.”

“But different you know, the way he pays attention to you and to other friends, even though both ask for help.”

“Udah, ah. Don't discuss the fall later so su’uzan!”

“Siap, Pren.”

We have been waiting for a few friends who attended. This time that is present not only from the prodi sisus al-Qur’an and tafsir, but the study next door also comes. Yes, the science of hadith. Smear me! Though my preparations from last night so as not to look muddy among my own pro friends. This is even plus other majors. How can I predict and know their abilities. It seems, again I will only be a good listener and hell only this time!

I took a deep breath and took it out slowly. Bismillah.

I followed Kemal's hand signals to sit closer to the source, while he moderated today. Before the study began, the man gave an explanation of the material to be discussed in the discussion this time, not forgetting he introduced the speaker.

Tiwi asked back and forth and was astonished after knowing that the speaker this time was a beautiful and smart figure from the next prodi. I deliberately told him to be quiet, even though I already knew, because a few days ago when Kemal and I were discussing, he said that there would be a surprise source this time. I'm quite happy because all this time only the moustaches were always dominating with markers in his hands.

There was a sense of amazement at the figure of the woman in front who brought the material with a pretty good speech, and all the audience seemed seduced by the elegance of the word and its assertiveness. On the other hand, there was a feeling of rustling in the ten of hearts. I don't know, there was a sense of pain and wanted to cry when he saw Kemal did not stop blinking with a look of admiration for the woman. Am I jealous?

“Hey, did you listen to the material or just look at Kemal?” tanya Tiwi teased.

“Beautiful, yes?”

“Aqeela!” with a face full of question marks.

“Iya, Tiwi chatty. Don't snatch dong!”

“lha you daydream si.”

Keep index finger on lip for tiwi to stop for ‘ngedumel’. Some of my friends started with questions. Sure enough, this situation makes me ‘ngeblank’. The material I accidentally memorized last night was like yawning away. This is the first time I want to leave even if there is Kemal here.

The discussion this time was closed nicely by the speaker and moderator. While some friends go one by one and others are still busy with the review agenda chat next week. Resolve the anger by opening the screen. The issue of reading one by one the status that is milling.

“Aqeela, yes? Introduce me Kamila.” Suddenly the source approached. There's a feeling like a crumb. I'm her crumb, she's shaking.

“Ya.”

“Kemal often stories about you.” Kulirik sharp Kemal right beside me.

“Just relax, the story is great.” Sahut Kemal who felt intimidated glances me.

Kamila was a nice person to talk to. Ah, the more I feel like I'm uplifting myself. Maghrib me and Tiwi pamit first. I left Kemal who was still seriously talking to Kamila. My feet are intentionally slow. Like there's a heart left in the garden of that faculty. A feeling that makes me not energetic to talk even if only a word.

“Aqeela, wait!”

The voice was able to restore the swish in the heart while developing my smile.

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