Accompany Me with Hijrah

TA'ARUF ?

The Nusantara campus at eight in the morning was full of students. Zarra is also in it. This morning he came to college with hope. Wh why? He hopes today is his last guidance with Mr. Adi. Not because he did not like the lecturer, but he also wanted to graduate from the university that had educated him for almost 4 years.

In front of him, Mr. Adi checked the script. The lecturer looked serious about reading every piece of writing in his script. Meanwhile, he looked tense in front of Mr. Adi. Suddenly Mr. Adi looked up at Zarra.

"Oiya, I was curious. What do you have to do with Dani?" asked Mr. Adi while writing on a paper. Zarra. Pak Adi did know Dani as the coordinator of the study of Ustadz Adi. Even Mr. Adi who gave Dani contact to Zarra. However, Zarra does not believe Mr. Adi questions his relationship with Dani. Nothing special, just a normal friendship.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm the same Brother Dani is just a regular friend, sir," replied Zarra. Mr. Adi nodded in a smile. "What's wrong, sir?" asked Zarra again. He was worried something might happen. Could it be that he made a mistake or just Mr. Adi was on a whim.

"I'm just surprised. He is as willing to fight for your thesis" replied Adi. His face is serious. Deg, Zarra's heart is beating faster. So, Brother Dani really fulfilled his words yesterday, his inner self.

"She asked me to help you so that you can attend this year's graduation. While the graduation schedule has been fixed. If you want to pursue it could actually be. I could have escaped you today so you could list the trial. But you have to be prepared with the worst possibility when you meet the examiner at the trial later," explained Mr. Adi. He was really surprised by what he had just heard. He paused for a moment and thought. If the graduation schedule is not too tight, he may take a second option to follow the procedure. Why should he fear the trial? Isn't that just testing the script material. He only had to explain according to the results of his research and answer in accordance with the results of his observations. Finally, he decided on the first option.

"Good, Sir. I take the risk," said Zarra steady. He firmly made that decision. He did not forget to say bismillah in his heart. Adi sir laughed a little.

"Are you applying yet?" asked Mr. Adi while signing the guidance form. Zarra scrunched his forehead.

"No, Sir. I still want to focus on pursuing my dreams" replied Zarra.

"It's better to go after the dream together, Ra. When you are my age, you will feel the pleasure of a struggle from zero together. That will make your relationship bond more lasting," advises Mr. Adi. Zarra nodded with a smile. "You want ta'aruf first or want me to preach directly?," asked Mr. Adi later. Zarra was surprised by what she heard. In his heart he was upset. Didn't Mr. Adi just say chasing a dream together, and he already has a wife. Even his son is Zarra's age.

"What do you mean?" asked Zarra still in a polite tone. Adi sir laughed. He realized his mistake in asking the girl in front of him.

"Oh, sorry, Ra made you misunderstand. I mean, for my son," said Mr. Adi still with a laugh. Astaghfirullah, inner Zarra regretted it already suudzon. He also laughed.

"What age are you?" asked Zarra later.

"'And you have met him" replied Mr. Adi. Zarra looked confused. "Emang Dani did not tell you that he was my son?" asked Adi again. Zarra was even more dumbfounded to hear that. He shook slowly. His face was still not surprised. It turns out that Dani is the son of Mr. Adi. Now everything is made a sense according to Zarra with Pak Adi's statement from the beginning.

"Based on the boy!," grumbled Pak Adi while laughing. "Oiya, don't take heart about ta'aruf and the sermon. I'm kidding, Ra. You are still free to choose, really," said Mr. Adi later. Zarra breathed a sigh of relief. Currently, he still wants to focus on graduating from college. The soul mate, he has given to God.

 

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The wind during the day is very strong. Especially when the atmosphere is hot. Zarra closed his eyes enjoying the breeze on the terrace of the Ashifa mosque. The same thing was done by Irina and Farida. Since the bazaar, the two girls with Zarra attended the study or study. They want to learn like Zarra, he said.

"Have the wind?" cried someone. The motherly voice was very distinctive in Zarra's ears. Zarra, Irina and Farida opened their eyes. Umi Fatma and Asyifa were in front of them. Asyifa assisted Amira carrying trays containing glasses and snacks.

"That's a big deal, Umi. So I want to keep it down" replied Irina. The girl looks excited.

"Dead your dong!," cried Farida chimed. Both giggle.

"Eh, how about dying, anyway!," said Amira shuddering in horror. "At no bekel afterlife too!," he added later.

"Dead it is not waiting for the stock of collect. When the time is up, you die, sister," replied Irina. All were speechless hearing Irina's reply.

"Eh, already, already. How about dead, anyway! Let's talk about a soul mate," exclaimed Umi Fatma breaking the silence between them. They got excited and forgot about the conversation.

"Do you understand ta'aruf?" asked Umi Fatma.

"What do you know about ta'aruf?" asked Umi Fatma.

"Ta'aruf that's how we get acquainted with our future husband" replied Zarra. Umi Fatma nodded with a smile. Then Umi Fatma explained what ta'aruf is, its processes and procedures.

"So during the ta'aruf period we didn't meet in person huh, Mi?," asked Farida again. Umi Fatma nodded.

" But it can still communicate through intermediaries" added Umi Fatma.

"Umi, if there is a man who he invites ta'aruf how, Mi?," asked Amira.

"See religion and its morality. If it's good, accept it. If you are far from religion, you can reject it" replied Umi Fatma. They nodded in understanding.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said someone. Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", they answered simultaneously. There was a man, a woman and a girl walking towards them. Zarra was a little surprised. The man was the same man, who came to his bazaar. The girl, Humaira.

"Tante donut?" exclaimed Humaira as soon as she saw Zarra. Zarra smiled happily at the little girl. Humaira ran towards him. "Tante brought another donut?" asked Humaira again. Zarra laughed at Humaira's question. He shook.

"Do you like Auntie's donut?" asked Zarra. Humaira nodded happily. "Okay, sometime Auntie brought you a lot of donuts huh?" said Zarra. Humaira nodded enthusiastically. Zarra looked at Fahri. Yes, Fahri, the uncle of the little Humaira who met at the annual bazaar of his campus. Behind him was a young, beautiful woman, standing staring at the familiarity of Humaira and Zarra. He smiled softly. Then the woman approached them. Humaira then hugged the woman.

"Thank you, Zarra? Humaira loves donuts from you at the bazaar" said the woman. Zarra nodded with a smile. "Oh yes, I'm Husna, um Humaira," said the woman introducing herself. Zarra nodded in a smile again.

"I'm Zarra" said Zarra.

"Zarra, Husna is Umi's nephew. The son of his brother Abah. His brother Amira is the same Fahri" added Umi Fatma. Zarra also smiled. So, Husna, Fahri and Amira are brothers. But why don't they greet each other at the annual bazaar?, her inner self. Zarra glanced towards Fahri. Fahri was looking at him. When their eyes met, the two then turned their eyes away as if nothing had happened. Umi Fatma smiled at the incident. Meanwhile, Asyifa and Amira looked at each other and did a slow tos behind their bodies.

"Humaira's aunt didn't come here?" asked Zarra. Humaira stared at uminya. Husna changed his face. Zarra regretted asking because she didn't know what was going on.

"Abi's gone, Auntie. Abi was happy with God" Humaira answered breaking the silence. Zarra was even more sorry to question that.

"I'm sorry, Sister Husna?" said Zarra, stroking Husna's arm. Husna shook her smile. He looks so tough.

"Udah, nothing, Zarra. It is qadarullah" replied Husna holding Zarra's hand. Everyone smiled at the sight. "Eh, you guys continue to pay the same salary as Umi. I'm going to plow the kitchen Umi? Titip Humaira yes, Ra," Husna said later. His face looked cheerful again. Zarra nodded happily. Fahri is now sitting on the terrace of the house of Asyifa. Then Umi Fatma continued her explanation of ta'aruf.

"Zarra, will you not ta'aruf?" whispered Amira in Zarra's ear. Zarra turned towards Amira.

"Who is Ta'aruf?" asked Zarra back with a faint smile. He was amused to hear Amira's question.

"Tuh," pointed Amira with a glance at her eyes. Zarra followed the direction of Amira's glance. He saw Fahri listening to something. It was visible from his ear that was using a headset. "Murottal horror again. Memorize it again," cried Amira. Zarra still looked at Fahri in admiration. Amira's hand broke her daydream. He said Istighfar in a whisper. Then he smiled. Amira too. Smile with the same happiness.

 

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