AMONG THE 3A

CHAPTER 25. RELEASES

PoV Amir

Raden Mas Amirzain Zaidi my name, the great-grandson of Raden Arya Tumenggung Danarhadi who is famous firmly in Solo. 25 Years old, Bachelor of Sharia Economics at Tazkiya University of Jakarta. Where I've been studying since Aliyah.

I have two close friends, Ahmad Hariri, my friend when Aliyah and the son of the owner of Tazkiya and Ahmad Hasbi, friends since Tsanawiyah when I went to go to Tegal first, boarding school owned by Abuya Hasbi. Thanks to Tazkiya, we became close friends.

After graduation, I helped Abah take care of our family's booming business. Hasbi continued his studies in Singapore and Ahmad to Rusyaifah, Mecca.

One year ago.

I got word from Hasbi who is now teaching as a lecturer in Tazkiya that Ahmad is in Indonesia for several weeks now, recovering after illness. We agreed to visit him together and let go of longing.

When he was going home, Ahmad took us to his backyard to see some pigeon puppies that he kept.

It was there that I saw her for the first time, the girl who was crying desperately behind the jackfruit tree because she was not going well, said the sister. I ventured to ask Ahmad's permission to come and help him. " Mir, he's my brother Aiswa" Ahmad said with a smile winking his left eye.

Turns out she's a hard-hearted and stubborn girl like Naya, my sister. I ignored him for a long time until he began to be interested in some of the rote methods that I had exemplified.

Oh my God, beautiful. When Aiswa raised her head then slowly followed the memorization technique I gave her earlier.

By the time the Maghrib was approaching, he had managed to memorize the target of his exam and I told him to go to the mosque. At the same time, he thanked her, smiling sweetly.

A smile that he reportedly never shared even on fellow employees. A sweet smile that he never showed other than his Umma. The sweet smile of an Aiswa, who was famous for being very expensive but I easily got it.

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Since then, I routinely asked Ahmad about it until a few months later I ventured to submit a proposal for him through Ahmad, because it was from him that I knew Aiswa.

Either my delivery was wrong or disrespectful. Ahmad never responded and even gave word to my proposal.

Until one day, Hasbi told me that he had proposed to Aiswa directly to our Yai, Kyai Hariri Salim who was none other than Aiswa's father and owner of Tazkiya.

Dhuarrs. Like being struck by lightning. My heart was disappointed and angry at the same time.

I kept asking Ahmad the truth of the news, but there was no response until a week later he said.

" Mir, Aiswa is officially Hasbi's candidate, don't ask my sister again. Although Aiswa did not want to continue, Abuya still received Hasbi's proposal because he considered the two had known each other. Also, you know Hasbi's nasab? we're all on " (chapters 10 & 11).

I just returned it. " That's right, Hasbi found out about my proposal earlier? what reward did he give you for betraying me? " (chapter 5)

" It's none of your business. "

When I felt the pain being stabbed in the back, Hasbi sent me a picture.

The photo of Kyai Hariri Salim shaking hands with Abuyanya, witnessed by Ahmad and some of their relatives complete with a jewelry box on the table.

Instantly I limp. I lost, fought for nothing. I will only ruin my family name, especially my hafiz status. I do not wish to tarnish the original sincere intention of bestowing the crown for my people.

I'm upset. " Yes roooooobbbbbb, where's my fault? ".

My weak heart, God tested with the presence of the fleeing Aiswa came to me. I love him, want to ruin everything but Umma's voice is ringing in my head.

" Sister, make Umma the queen who gets the most beautiful crown from sister. "

I'm in a dilemma, God, I can't. I wept for fate when it came from my Lord.

The pain of the slap ka Abyan lost ill when he learned that Aiswa had loved me since our first meeting.

All the efforts in restraint, fighting with a sense of heart between lust and aqidah makes me feel half sane.

I dimbung, like being bent on the wall and reflected back to the drop.

But thanks to my sister-in-law's patience in advising, I slowly let go of Aiswa and let her go, handing her in with both hands to return home.

Yai's apology, which I think she knew was true. My fight with Hasbi, my hatred of Ahmad. I let go of it in the depths of the night in the cold sand by the beach.

" Aiswaaaaaa. It is not yet time for me to struggle, but if one moment the gap of opportunity comes, I will not give up until you hold me.

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Amir hesitated to open the message that kept going to his phone. His sorrow for Aiswa was still lingering in his heart.

But it doesn't feel like he's ignoring someone's request for help. Amir got up, the clock in his left hand had shown almost midnight. Then he returned a message.

" Why are you? " Reply Amir.

" Come here Ka, please.... " Reply later.

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