AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Halal or Release ?

That afternoon Aisyah walked home from college. He arrived in front of the gate of Nadira Dormitory, and met with Mr. Dudung, security guard who guards the security post in front of the gate of the dormitory.

"Met afternoon Mr. Dudung..." Sapa Aisyah while smiling kindly.

"Sore also Neng Aisyah, just returned from campus huh Neng?"

"Yes Mr. Dudung. Come, I go inside first Mr. Dudung."

"Eh, wait for Neng. Neng's name is really, Aisyah Huriyya Atmaja?"

"Yes Mr. Dudung, that's my full name. Why Mr Dudung?" Aisyah asked with a slightly astonished look.

"Oh, this is Neng Aisyah. There's a delivery for Neng." Mr. Dudung went into the security post to retrieve something. When it came out, in his hand was carrying a brown amblop.

"This is Neng, there is a letter to Neng Aisyah. It was the POS courier who delivered here." Mr. Dudung handed the envelope to Aisyah.

A letter? Who sent me the letter?

Aisyah observed the envelope of the letter. True, it says his name, Aisha Huriyya Atmaja.

Aisyah then flipped the envelope, to see who the sender was. As soon as you read the name of the sender on the envelope...

Blaaar...! Aisyah's chest was pounding fast. Hamzah Alghazali, is the name indicated on the mailing address.

"This is a letter from Mas Hamzah! Mas Hamzah sent me a letter!" Aisyah's heart was screeching happily.

"Thank you Mr. Dudung."

"Yes, same - same Neng Aisyah."

Aisha clutched the envelope with her hand. Various feelings raged in his heart. Happy, curious, as well as a sense of deg - deg an. A red hue gushed on Aisyah's cheek.

Aisha arrived at the door of her room.

"Tok tok!" Aisyah knocked on the door, because Nuri was inside. Today Nuri came home from campus faster than Aisyah.

Nuri opened the door.

Aisyah opened her shoes, put them on the shoe rack, then went inside. "Assalamualaik."

"Getishalam." Nuri closed the door again.

"Lady... I'm happyaaa..." Aisyah suddenly hugged Nuri, then she pranced - prancing with joy like a child.

"Dad??" Nuri stared at the astonishment of her best friend's behavior.

"I'm happy anyway..." Aisyah smiled - a smile as she continued to hold the brown envelope on her chest.

Nuri immediately knew what made Aisyah like that. He forcefully took the envelope from Aisha's hand. He was curious, what exactly makes Aisyah look so happy, until - to jump with joy.

Nuri read the letter on the envelope. To : Aisyah Huriyya Atmaja.

Nuri immediately flipped the envelope, to see what the name of the sender was.

"Hamzah Alghazalis. Mas Hamzah??" Nuri read in a voice, the writing on the envelope.

"Yes Nuri. Mas Hamzah sent me a letter!" Again, Aisyah half screeched in excitement.

"Waaaah... A letter?? In 2020, but is there anyone still sending letters? RAREAA...!" Nuri was also strangled with joy. He seemed to feel the excitement that was enveloping his friend in front of him.

"Let's open the letter now Nuri."

"We?? Not ah, no. The letter is for you Aisha, you must read it yourself."

"Hm... Wh why?? You are my best friend. It's okay if we're the same - read."

"Can't be Ayesha... Mas Hamzah wrote that letter to you. Not for the two of us. Just been there, in your room."

"Actually I deg-deg an Nuri, you're the one who opened it... You read the letter." Aisyah grinned while biting her lower lip.

"eek... It's getting worse. Can't read both, even ask to be read anyway." Nuri shook her head.

"He he he... Yes, I'll read it myself."

"Well, that. If you have finished reading, then a new story to me yes, the contents of the letter."

"choose... Read together do not want, told bacain do not want, but ask in the story of the contents."

"It's okay what, the important thing is that I don't read the letter. He he - he..."

"Hm... But I haven't prayed Ashar yet, I want to pray first."

"Astaghfirullah, haven't prayed? The first Ashar prayer. Kirain you've been praying on campus."

"He he he. Haven't. Okay, I pray now."

***

Aisyah opened the brown envelope slowly.

"Sreeeck." Aisyah tore off the edge of the envelope. Then he took out a piece of paper from it.

"Mas Hamza..." Lirih Aisyah muttered. In the swab of the paper sheet containing Hamzah's handwriting.

Aisyah closed her eyes for a moment, staring at Hamzah's handwriting, as if a teleportation machine was dragging her to another dimension of time. The dimension of time, where he and Hamzah were small. Where he can be close to Hamzah, without limits of norms and rules, sincere, pure and what it is.

Aisyah opened her eyes, and began to read the contents of Hamzah's letter.

***

Jogja, July 24, 2020.

Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.

Asssalamualaikum Aisha...

May salvation be upon you always.

I write this letter consciously, that maybe this is a mistake. But what power, my naivety, made me no longer able to hold it any longer, to dwell and dwell in my chest without being delivered to you.

Aisha...

When a man falls in love, there are only two ways for him. Halt or release.

I know, my heart is more inclined to the first choice. Throwing you off is the path I want for you.

I admit, it is in front of you that I am ashamed to look at you, but in front - HIS I was bright - I asked, so that in a match with you Aisyah.

Aisha...

A good man will not play with love, for he knows that every word of love demands responsibility. And real love, it starts after the wedding.

I want to be a good man, Aisyah. I want to take responsibility for the words of love that have been spoken.Ink has dried up, and every word has been recorded.

Then, I need your answer.

If my heart is welcome, it is good hope. Give me your hand, and let's step foot into the divine Ridho Robbi.

If my heart is not welcome, then I am sure God has other plans. I will continue to live out my destiny. And hopefully so will you.

At the end of the pen...

My concern arrived - to travel.

As if to look back, a little girl with round eyes glazed over, who asked me to drive her to see the Taj Mahal, the wonder of the world, the symbol of love.

Now, let me whisper an answer to the little girl, I would like to take her to see the Taj Mahal in India, hand in hand in a state of halal.

Aisha...

Give me an answer.

Which path should I take.

HALALKAN OR RELEASE ?

Wassalamualaikum it.

Hamza.

***

Aisyah looked at the letter sheet, as if she still could not believe what she had just read.

There was a burst of happiness in his heart, because apparently, his love was not one-handed. Apparently, Hamzah had the same feelings towards her.

However, a concussion also ambushed along with a burst of happiness in Aisha's heart.

Halal or release? Aisha was confused if she had to choose both now.

If he chooses to do so, what about his studies? He was determined to finish college without burdened with responsibilities in a marriage. He wanted to finish college first, thinking about marriage.

If he chooses to let go, what about his heart? Can he cut off the feeling he had been hoping for in silence? When love has not yet come, he asks in prostration and prayer. When finally the love he hoped for came to say hello, could it be that he rejected it? maybe he let it go?

Aisyah slapped her face on the pillow. And he started crying.

What does this cry mean Robbi...

Help me get the answer in my own heart, Robbi...

Because you are the one who knows me better. Knower of my life and death, my sustenance and... My soul mate.

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