AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Surah Ar Rahman's

Hamzah rushed out of the house, on the front porch, where Mirza was sitting in a chair waiting for him.

"Assynriding,... Hi Sodaraku !" Hamzah said, expanding both his hands.

"Goddessalam,.!" mirza answered standing up.

Hamzah and Mirza hugged each other and shook hands.

"God, Masha,... Finally home too you're Ham."

"Go home, Mir, this is my home."

"Yes, yeah,... Don't think you want to be Egyptian citizen Ham."

"Gak Lah, though,... My soul remains in love with Indonesia." Said Hamzah while patting his chest with his right fist.

"Ha ha, uh,..." Mirza chuckles.

"Far away to Egypt, lived there for decades, and went home alone Ham,..? You should have come home with the Egyptian girl "

"Darkl,... I went to Egypt to learn Mir, not to find a wife."

"Yeah, though,... All at once. Once paddled two three islands exceeded. Ha ha ha." Mirza said as she laughed once more.

"Halaah, how are you? Wong you're still alone."

"I want to take care of my sister first, If Aisha is married, then I'm looking for a wife."

"If so I also want to take care of my brother first. Let Laila and Hind marry first."

"Ha Ha."

Laughter Hamzah and Mirza together.

Yep, yeah,... Both Hamzah and Mirza have a younger sister. Mirza has a younger sister, Aisyah. Hamzah has two twin sisters, Laila and Hindun.

Two friends who had just met after all these years, Asyik chatted with each other to share the story until almost late at night.

"Ham, I'll go home first, next time we meet. Take a walk to my workshop, I open a car repair shop near the bottleneck." Mirza pamit.

"Oh, iyo, wait a minute."

Hamzah entered the house, a moment later he came out carrying a white plastic bag in his hand.

"It's Egyptian souvenirs. Greetings to your family." Hamzah said, handing the plastic bag over to Mirza.

"Oh. Still some of the turns. Yo wes, I go home first. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam."

***

Today Pondok Pesantren Al Fallah looks very crowded, like there is a grand event. In front of the courtyard of the mosque, stands large tents in blue. Inside the tent, rows of plastic chairs, most of which were already filled.

Apparently, today there is the Akbar Study, which is also organized by the school's observation event.

Yep, yeah,... Today is my school diploma day. I have graduated from the Aliyah Madrasah, and am ready to meet a new chapter in the next level of education. Lecturerize.

I looked at Father and Mother who were also present, sitting in the front row. Dad wears a batik dress patterned peacock red brick, while mother wears a robe and veil with the same color. Occasionally they were seen chatting with several other disciples' parents.

Although from a distance, I could see the faces of the two of them, looking very enthusiastic and full of enthusiasm. A hue of happiness and gratitude for my graduation, emanated clearly on the faces of the two of them.

Uh,.. Mom, dad. I love you both so much.

Suddenly a taste of haru approached me.

"Aishy, after graduation, where do you want to go to college ?" Mila who was sitting on my left asked.

"God willing, I want to go to Jakarta Mil, same Nuri."

"Hey, uh,... What ?"

Nuri who was sitting on my right turned her head, because she felt her name.

"Son,... Here you go, Mila asked. After graduation, where are we going ?" Said explained.

"Oh, kirain called me." Nuri smiled grimacingly.

"You two are, yes, you are not separate. Where there is Aisha there is Nuri. Good thing you're not boys. If it's guys, you guys might be dating later." Mila Joking.

"If you were Mil? Where are you going ?" I asked Mila.

"Ah, I'll continue here Aishy. Shot at UGM. If it escapes anyway."

"Hopefully escape Mil." My words support Mila.

"Why don't you go to college in Jogja, Aishy? Try testing UGM as well. Wong the best university in Indonesia is in Jogja, kog instead you want to go to Jakarta."

"I want to wander Mil. I want to feel life outside. From birth until the end of school, I have been in Jogja, both parents continue. In college, I wanted to study independently. That's also I'm barely allowed by my father Mil,. Fortunately Nuri is also like me, want to go to Jakarta as well. So, I got my blessing, because I have a friend. And luckily my mom supported me, too."

"Oh, uh,..." Said Mila while nodding her head.

Shortly thereafter, the show began. Ustadz Bilal, as the host, climbed onto the podium.

"Assalamualaikum Warohmatulloh Westarokatuh...!"

Ustadz Bilal opens Salam.

"Walaikumsalam warohmatulloh wabarokatuh"

"Thank you we give to Mr. Mother, the guests, and our beloved children. I as the host, will deliver the arrangement of the show."

Ustadz Bilal paused for a moment, then his eyes turned to look at the paper he had been holding.

"The series of events on this day are as follows :

1.Opening

2.The Quran

3.The Committee Chair

4.Tausyias

5.Occupation

6.Closure/ Prayer

Well, to shorten the time, let's open today's event by reading Basmalah together."

"BISMILBORNROMANIRROM."

A single voice of the audience echoed.

"The next way, is Tilawah Al-Qur'an, which will be read by Ananda Uztadz. Hamzah Al - Ghazali. To ananda ustadz, we salute with respect."

Ustadz Bilal walked off the podium, then sat in a chair near the sound system.

Hearing the name Mas Hamzah called, somehow my feelings pounded.

Ah why am I this ?

In a hurry, I pat my feelings.

"Aishy, Aisha.... That's your prince, look. Masya Allah.... That's human opo angel ?"

Nuri whispered softly near my ear. He was obviously teasing me.

I nudged Nuri's arm. And pretended to ignore his words just now.

"He he he joked." Nuri giggles.

But, like there's a strong magnet pulling me. I glanced for a moment at Mas Hamzah who was walking up to the pulpit. As soon as he turned to face forward, he,...

"Blaaar !!"

Something exploded in my heart. A dashing man, wearing a grey curtailed suit, and a white turban wrapped around his head in a very neat manner in such a way. The sharp arabic nose, neat short beard, and thin sideburns along the temple.

Sure enough, he's a human or an angel ??

Astarghfirullah's.

I hurriedly lowered my gaze.

What happened to me, Robb ?

I try as much as possible to reduce the pounding in my chest. But in fact, when Mas Hamzah began to read the Surah Ar-Rahman with a very melodious voice, I fell further and further.

"Fabiayyi Alaa Irobbikumaa Tukadzibaan,..."

"Who are the blessings of your Lord that you deny ???"

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