AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Waiting

Hamzah squinted his brows. "Listen what??"

"Aisha just called me Ham."

Hamzah. Suddenly his heart dag dig dug not careless.

"Aisha called?"

"Yes, I just turned my phone off." Mirza pointed her phone at the table. "Meanwhile, I was a little surprised that you came. Kog koyok. Aisyah finished calling, replace you who came. Ha ha - ha..."

"Where there was a Mirza agreement, my letter wong was not in reply to Ayesha."

"You should not send a letter by POS, but the letter goes into the bottle, and the bottle throws it into the sea. Let's be more epic. Ha ha - ha..." Mirza meredek hamzah's.

"Yes..how else does Mirza..."

"Lha, have you given me Aisyah's hape number?? Why not call directly, or text. Or WA. Wong era is sophisticated kog still letter - suratan. Ha ha - ha..."

"Wes... Don't talk about my letter. Ayesha aee... Why did he reject me? He said Aisyah called. He he - he."

"Okay okay, Nyimak who is real now you are..."

"Sendiko dawuh raden..."

"Had, not wes."

"Ha ha ha... Don't be that, man..."

"OK, now I want to talk seriously, about Aisyah. I'm not here to talk as your friend, but I'm talking as Aisyah's sister. Listen to me well."

Hamzah only mangosteen - mangosteen, obey the word Hamzah.

"So gini. That Aisyah did not reject you, only, she was worried. As her brother, I understand Aisyah's nature. He was spoiled, but strong-minded. If he does something, he's never half. It also turns out in terms of love. As far as I was concerned, Aisyah did like you, and it turns out that even now it is still the same. That's what I could catch from the speaker over the phone."

Mirza paused for a moment, she looked at Hamzah's face, then resumed her words.

"Aisyah likes you, just like you like Aisyah. It's just that, if you have to get married now, Aisyah is not ready yet. He wants to finish college first Ham... College is final, two semesters left. So then... Now I want to ask you." Mirza looked back at her best friend's face in front of her. Hamzah seemed to be stuck, silently listening to every word of Mirza. "Did you really like my sister, Aisyah ?"

"God willing. Yeah, I like Aisyah." Answer hamzah quickly.

"And are you ready to wait for him, until he finishes his studies?"

"In the sirah, the marriage between Rosululloh and Aisyah, is very beautiful and full of long wait. Rosululloh in Medina, and Aisha in Makkah. Rosulululloh and Ayesha were separated for 3-4 years, before finally meeting again and starting their glorious married life." Hamzah sighed slowly, "So, maybe now is my time to wait for my Ayesha. A year is not a long time. God willing, I am ready to wait. Waiting for Aisyah to finish her studies." Said Hamzah with great determination.

"Alright, I hold your words as a man." Mirza extended her hand to Hamzah.

Hamzah also welcomed Mirza's hand. They both shake hands.

"God willing. God is a witness." Hamzah said really.

***

After the dawn prayer, Hamzah returned to his room. He opened the window of his room wide, letting the cold and fresh morning air enter his room.

Hamzah sat down, and his eyes stared at a carved wooden box on his desk. Hamzah grabbed the box and opened the lid. Hamzah stared at a dry leaf fan inside. Yep... Since finding the fan some time ago in his book, Hamzah then put the fan into a box.

Aisha... I'll be waiting for you. Let what is in your heart remain in your heart until the time comes. Let this wait be a witness.

Hamzah got up from his chair, he took his painting equipment from the closet. Brush, paint, canvas, and some other equipment, he put it all on the table.

Hamzah spread his canvas on the table, then stared at the canvas sheet that still did not have a streak. Whiter. Blank.

Hamzah sighed slowly, then he turned on his laptop, and played a nasyid song.

Hamzah began to make graffiti - graffiti on canvas. The graffiti began to form a sketch. And... The sketch forms a picture of the mosque. It is not a mosque, but the palace of the Taj Mahal.

After painting the palace of the Taj Mahal, he wrote calligraphy underneath.

Hamzah's hands, eyes, and heart seemed to blend with the brush and canvas in front of him. He continued to sweep his brush on the canvas, while from the speaker of his laptop, playing slowly the nasyid song "Awaiting" from Seismic.

ANTICIPATION

Waiting is a test

always keep me in hope

faith is not just spoken

it is the fortitude to face trials

pray I wait for the couple of hearts

let me welcome this whole soul

in self-despair

take Your blessings, give Your permission

on this hope

Robbi confirm me in this wait

remember your light always

Robbi the prayers and efforts of your servant

just lean on you

let me welcome this whole soul

in self-despair

take Your blessings, give Your permission

on this hope

Robbi confirm I am waiting for this

remember your light always

Robbi of all the efforts of your servant

just lean on you

Robbi ridhoilah my wait

bring peace in the heart

Rabbi is only in You my prayer

A place where all the restlessness complains

***

After morning prayers, Aisyah opened her bedroom window, then went out to the balcony.

Aisyah looked at her rose that flourished in the pot. In the past, when it was first bought, the rose was no more than a 15 centi tall stalk in a small pot. Then Aisyah moved it into a larger pot. The small stalk has now become a grove of roses that grow subut. There were three rosebuds already in bloom, and several others were still buds.

Aisyah brought her face closer to the blooming rosebuds. A few inches before her nose touched the rose petals, Aisyah closed her eyes and took a deep breath. He let the smell of the rose fill his sense of smell.

Fragrant... Gentler... Exsotic... William.

Aisyah flinched, and opened her eyes.

Why did I suddenly mention William by name? Why is it that every time I see a rose, I always think of William?? Ah, never mind... Even though she showered me with thousands of roses, I couldn't fall for her. William was a stranger to me.

Aisyah took a sprayer bottle near the flower pot, then started watering her roses. After he finished, Aisyah stood up and gazed into the distance. Flickering flickering lights in the minaret of the mosque that appears in the distance, as if becoming stars in the morning atmosphere that is still a little foggy.

Aisyah stared at the minaret of the mosque. Tall, looming. And again, the dome of the mosque reminded him of the palace building of the Taj Mahal.

"Mas Hamza..." Aisyah muttered softly. A smile was created on Aisyah's lips instantly.

Yes, Aisyah's heart is indeed in the middle of flowering - flowers. A few days ago, her brother called her. An answer to his heartbreak was answered already. Mas Mirza said, after being given an explanation, it turns out Hamzah wants to wait for Aisyah until her lecture is finished.

O Aisyah... My heart...

Even though I feel like I'm dreaming. I'm not alone. Be patient in this wait. I love Mas Hamzah, and Mas Hamzah loves me too. Two more semesters, we'll both meet, we'll both be together.

Robbie... Guard my heart.

Take care of Mas Hamzah's heart for me. Be the intermediary between the two of us

And find us later

In your service

Aisyah went back into her room, and prepared - ready for her big day.

Today, was the first day Aisyah would enter the internship, so she did not want to be late to the office where she was interning.

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