ALINEA LOVE

PROLOGUES

Thank you for choosing this story to be your reading. The story was written by a hammers, not a professional writer. There are still many shortcomings in each script that I convey and hopefully do not reduce the meaning and reason why the creation of this story.

Happy reading.

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"Grandma, can Sora play up front? Sora's bored." The thin lips of the little girl who was about eight years old were manyuning. His forehead wrinkled and almost made both of the bases of his eyebrows neatly intertwined.

"Can." The old woman in white hijab smiled to make out. "But, around the mosque only, yes. It can't be far away" he added.He helped the little girl stand up while reminding her to be careful.

The girl dressed in all-white Muslim clothes walked half-bending. Her tiny lips repeatedly said "excuse me" splitting the ranks of mothers who were solemnly listening to the lecture.

He ran small when he arrived at the terrace of the mosque then removed the veil and pinned it. The long hair tied to the ponytail swung along with his steps walking towards the sandals.

His views looked around the mosque courtyard to the corner of the building he knew as the boarding house. Trying to find a place to kill boredom.

"Assalamu'alaikum, the people of Prophet Sulaiman. Please listen to my request. I want this mosque clean and I don't want to hurt you. Can you go and make a nest next to this mosque so you can survive?"

The voice of the boys sounded so tickling and attention-grabbing to find out. The girl named Sora approached the source of the voice earlier. Seen, a boy who looks still his age is squatting on the other side of the mosque terrace.

"You're talking to ants again?" ask Sora.

The boy looked up and asked, "Yes, why?"

"But they're ants."

"What if they're ants?"

Sora was silent watching the strange child. "They can't talk" he said.

"But they are one of the special creatures. Allah calls it in Surah An-Naml verse eighteen, they never sleep and they always think of Allah. That is why the Prophet forbade men to kill him and taught him how to drive them away properly."

"In that way?" Sora frowned in disbelief.

"You doubt my Nabiku?" The boy glanced at the veil in Sora's hand, "Your Prophet, too." he continued.

"Do you want me to tell you the story of Prophet Solomon and the colony of ants?" ask the boy enthusiastically. He smiled so much that he showed his teeth. "Wear the hood, first." He took the veil from Sora's hand and carefully fitted it even though it wasn't very neat.

"You're beautiful if you wear a veil" he said. "Hopefully when I grow up I have a beautiful and godly wife like you."

Sora laughed amusedly. "You're a kid but you're talking about it. It's really weird."

"My mama's word. The good things we want must be prayed for immediately. Especially good for my future."

"OK okay! It's up to you, it's up." Sora raised an eyebrow and exhaled a heavy breath. The boy is too good at talking. He doesn't want to argue much. "When do you want to start telling stories about them?" He looked at the ants below. A little surprised because their numbers are reduced.

"Falme!"

The screams of a woman from a house at the end of the courtyard made the boy turn his head. "Yes, Ma!" sahut loud. He got a signal to go home soon. Therefore, his attention was back on Sora. "I have to go" he said.

"The story?"

"If God allows us to see each other again, I will tell you everything." The boy smiled broadly as he went down several steps and put on sandals.

"You know what your name is!" sora Pinta.

"Alme! Almeer Sagara!" he answered while running away from the mosque courtyard.

Sora stared at Almeer's departure with a smile of admiration. After seeing the boy disappear behind the door of the house, he sat looking at the ants below. The number is getting smaller and longer.

"I can't wait to hear your story from him."

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Just as a paragraph requires combining several sets of words and sentences to be perfectly formed, so does a love story that requires a series of feelings to become a beautiful story.

Departing from an invisible stab that makes the heart so hurt, a piece of living flesh has hope to get a love like the Prophet who loved Khadijah so much.

Maybe everyone can determine the destination where they go, but not with what will be found. God always gives us what we need, not what we want. This is a journey between joy and sorrow in a beautiful sick life into an ALINEA OF LOVE.