Accompany Me with Hijrah
EXPLANATIONS
The clock still shows at ten in the morning. Zarra sits in the campus cafeteria. The canteen still looks deserted. Only a few students from the department next door may not be in college. They enjoy their food. Zarra's eyes went around who knew he could find Malik. Actually he was not waiting for Malik, but his best friend, Kinar. He promised to meet in the cafeteria.
Several times Zarra saw her watch and her cell phone. There is no WhatsApp from Kinar. There was no message from Malik this morning. Is it that easy for Malik to forget? The more he thought about Malik, the more his heart did not wander and the more curious he became. He was also impatiently waiting for Kinar. It's been almost an hour in the cafeteria. But the centile figure of Kinar did not appear either.
TRIINGGS
The sound of Zarra's cell phone sign the incoming message. Lazily Zarra saw the notice. It was a message from Malik. Huuh, only now does he chat me, his mind is upset. A message from Malik.
- Malik - Manik
Ra, where else?
Zarra smiled reading the message. Kangen kan lo!, inner Zarra again. He cleared a little to reduce his overloaded happiness. It could be, Malik is just a stale base because it hurt his heart yesterday. Intentionally he did not immediately reply to him so that Malik knew that his joke yesterday was really not funny.
- Zarra -
Wh why? Of importance?
Zarra purposely replied to him rather sharply. He was still very upset and angry about yesterday. Although the message from Malik today was able to reduce a little bit of his frustration, but it is undeniable that he was still curious about Malik's sudden decision yesterday.
- Malik - Manik
Still mad? 😊
Zarra rolled her eyes lazily after reading Malik's last message. Clearly he was angry. Not very sensitive, Zarra grumbled in his heart. It was a one-sided decision for him. Zarra snorted in annoyance. Not yet he had time to write his chat, chat Malik has entered again.
- Malik - Manik
Please understand me Ra! It's about aqidah, about faith! I don't want to add to my sins, Ra.
Zarra snorted rudely reading Malik's message this time. Why bring religion, the mind. For him it will not be finished if discussed in the chat. He wanted an explanation directly from Malik. He also sent a message to Malik.
- Zarra -
meet at the regular cafe
don't talk in chat! your bad habits!
Sent.
Zarra let out a long breath. It stirred up its orange juice and sucked it up lazily, while looking through its instagram homepage. He was glued to @key_nar's account. That's Kinar's account, his best friend. The post was in the form of a photo of Kinar with his hijab. Kinar smiled beautifully with his baby blue hijab.
"Zarraaaaa..," call Kinar in a loud voice. Zarra jumped up because Kinar called right behind her. He also snorted violently because he was upset to be surprised by his best friend. Kinar laughed to see it. Still laughing he took a chair beside Zarra.
Zarra's eyes were rounded looking at Kinar's appearance today. The chinar looks sweet with a dark green outer color with a black long t-shirt interior. Do not forget the green color hijab neat bottle covers her hair. Yupz! This is the first appearance of the hijab. But Zarra currently does not have much time for his best friend's interview. He wants to see Malik soon.
"Duh, I'm talking about elo right now. But I have no time, later abis meet Malik huh?," said Zarra while pulling the hand of Kinar moving from there.
"Zarra, why the hell lo? Where are we going?" asked Kinar. He was a bit overwhelmed following Zarra's small half-run steps while pulling Kinar's hand.
"Have come! Meet Malik," replied Zarra in short. He did not even look at the overwhelmed Kinar following Zarra's steps.
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the Cafe Romano
Zarra looked around. This cafe is his favorite cafe and Malik. Once after college, he and Malik will stop by this cafe. That is because he is a coffee lover and according to him the coffee in this cafe is delicious. Now in front of him is already served his favorite warm cappuccino. In front of him, Kinar was sipping his order coffee latte.
"So Malik mutusin lo suddenly with the reason to want to move?," asked Kinar. They've been there fifteen minutes and Zarra has told me about yesterday's incident.
"Gue doesn't understand, Ki! Other people are relaxed about dating! If the reason is hijrah, how hijrah? Can you guarantee that we can go to heaven?!," snorted Zarra in an annoyed tone. Kinar was shocked to hear Zarra's words just now. If only he did not remember that indeed Zarra was very minimal in religious knowledge, maybe Kinar was already angry. He sometimes does not believe Zarra can lack religious knowledge, even though Zarra's father is a very religious person. Unfortunately, Zarra's parents were unable to accompany and watch over Zarra completely. Zarra's father was an employee of one of the SOE banks. As the number two acting officer in the region, he must be ready for mutation per two years. Now, Zarra's father is on duty in Banjarmasin.
"Ra, mending my advice, you find a teacher to study religion! Ustadzah that," said Kinar. Zarra's eyes are rounded. The Ustadzah? Where is he looking for a religious studies diploma? Coming to study at the complex only he was rare. That's also if the topic or da'i he knows.
"Light?," Malik's eyes twinkled at Kinar's appearance. "It's you?" he asked enthusiastically. Kinar just smiled as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Yes, it's me," replied Kinar with a proud smile. "Eh, wa'alaikumsalam. Until I forget I say hello to you," said Kinar later. Malik laughing. Zarra cleared her throat making the two of them stunned. Zarra was indeed deliberately cleared his throat, to remind them of his presence. Kinar laughed and let's move to the next table.
After Kinar died, Malik sat in front of Zarra. Zarra looked at him sharply. He was waiting for an explanation from Malik.
"Ra, I beg you to understand? This decision was not easy for me either" Malik said. He tried to say it softly.
"But like yesterday you easily said break up" said Zarra upset.
"Who said, Ra?".
"I just!".
"Ra, I..," Malik did not finish speaking, Zarra has returned. "What's? You said it wasn't easy, but after you said break up, you got me. I'm sorry cake! Ask kek, 'are you still alive?' Do you realize that you are? Have you hurt my heart?" said Zarra. It evokes emotions that from last night are hidden. Malik's voice sounded. He lowered. Fortunately, the cafe was quiet, so no one heard Zarra's voice other than Kinar.
Malik took a long breath. He chose silence so that Zarra would let go of all her emotions. He watched Zarra cry in front of him. He thought it was much better to let Zarra cry now, rather than having to go through many sins by continuing with her.
"Ra, I'm sorry? I beg for understanding from you. We are still be a friend. Best friend, " said Malik. Zarra looked at him. The girl wiped her tears with a tissue.
"You don't love me?" asked Zarra. He smiled wryly with his eyes. Malik remained silent. It's not a matter of love and no. Malik did not have time to answer, Zarra said again, "all is clear? You really don't love me anymore. Thank you, Malik for three wasted years". He returned after saying that.
"It's not so, Ra. You know me, dong!," said Malik half-begging.
"I know, Malik! If you love me, you should marry me and move in together! Not the hijrah itself!," Zarra said. His emotions really peaked. This time Malik was silent. He couldn't answer Zarra. In his heart he confirmed what Zarra had just said. Therefore, he could neither answer nor evade. While Zarra saw Malik speechlessly lowered his head, as if preoccupied with his own thoughts, getting angrier.
"Congratulations, Malik. I've done! You want to break up? Fine! We broke up! Don't ever call me again!" exclaimed Zarra. Immediately after saying that, Zarra pulled her bag and left Malik speechless. Kinar ran after Zarra. Malik let out a long, pensive breath looking out the window.
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ZARRA POV
Everything is clear to me. Yeah, obviously! It's clear that Malik no longer loves me. If he loves me why should he leave me? If dating is forbidden, why not get married? Marriage and hijrah together. What trouble?
I'm upset, very upset. I'm disappointed in Malik's attitude. I left it at the cafe. I've given up. I have done of this. Although I love, I am not the type of person who likes to force my will at will. I don't like it and I don't want him to do it. And finally, I was sick myself. I cried in Kinar's arms.
"Have dong, Ra!," said Kinar as he continued to stroke my back.
"So bad Malik, Ki?" I said in between my tears. Kinar took off his embrace. He held my cheeks, making us look at each other.
"Malik is not evil! Malik wants to suck you out of sin! The sin of adultery!," said Kinar.
"But during our courtship, we never mess around, Ki" I replied evasively. Kinar.
"Who can guarantee later? The devil will continue to look for loopholes tempting humans. Zina is not limited to sleeping together, Ra! Zina eyes, adultery of heart, adultery of mind, it's all sin! Whereas in Islam, the woman can only be in contact with her mahram" explained Kinar. I'm speechless.
"Gue knows you never know about this. Religious knowledge lo minimal, but that does not mean you close your eyes, close your ears. Find info! Learn, Ra! Go to the afterlife later. Who guarantees you tomorrow you can still see the world?" said Kinar again. This time he succeeded in making me silenced. I bowed listlessly.
"Rather than you focus on thinking Malik, mendingan lo focus on yourself elo, Ra! Focus on improving yourself! You try to follow my advice, find ustadzah who can teach you about Islam really," said Kinar softened. I'm staring. Kinar smile. I nodded in a smile
"Why don't you do it anyway?" I asked later. Kinar got out of my bed. He took his bag.
"Gue is still learning" he replied. I'm speechless. "Because you've calmed down, I'm going back first huh? I have a study," he continued.
"Lo is like Malik. Hijrah itself. You guys are if you love me, take my cake to study with you guys," I exasperated. Kinar looked at me. His eyes showed offence. He then took a short breath.
"Gue said goodbye, Ra! Assalamu'alaikum," he stepped away. I'm speechless. I haven't answered her regards yet, Kinar is gone. He was offended by my words just now. But I don't think I care. That's right after all! If they love me, they should also invite me to hijrah, accompany me to hijrah, not just suggest it. I'm a person who hates theory without action. I took a long breath. I want to be alone first. Letting my heart slowly calm down. And I finally fell asleep.
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