Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
1. Fikri (First Meeting With Him )

"If you forsake something because of Allah, Allah will replace you with a better one ." (CHR. Ahmadis. Shaykh Shu'aib Al Arnauth said that this sanad hadith is shohih)
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Hi, Asalamualaikum. Meet me Fikri Azka. Ah you can call me Fikri. I am a man who is now 30 years old. I served as CEO of a well-known company in Jakarta. A company engaged in broadcasting.
Actually, in hindsight, I should have inherited a well-known company engaged in real estate that belonged to my grandfather.
But, an incident in the past and the harsh reality made me have to run a big trust to be able to run a broadcasting company that actually belongs to Mr. Amran.
Well I'll tell you a little bit about my mass story before you follow me and explore my next story.
Mr. Amran is my neighbor as well as my future father-in-law is lazy. I like his son Devika. In the past, he was my senior brother in the campus and then graduated from S1 Communication Science degree
Shortly after, I graduated from college. Then I proposed to her and would marry her even though she was already the CEO of her father's broadcasting company.
But who would have thought that a soul mate, sustenance and death is only Allah Who Knows. I couldn't avoid God giving me a test when Devika was in a car accident in a row that caused her to lose her life.
I was sad and I was really hit. Which man does not grieve when loving a woman has even proposed to her but suddenly God wills another by taking the life of the woman? Of course it will make any man hit.
After that incident, with all the thoughts that have been considered and agreed upon, finally Mr. Amran decided to make me trust as CEO in his company.
Mr. Amran has a son. His son was named Devian. He is the twin sister of Devika. But because the profession of Devian is a doctor who has served and even vowed to continue to run his profession in the field of medical personnel, then Mr. Amran entrusted his company to me.
I stared at the clock on my wrist. In one hour I will leave for the portico city of Mecca Aceh. A business trip that I will do for the benefit of the company as well as meet with several clients to conduct meetings there.
While waiting for him, I stared at a huge, crowded street down there. Just because I saw the number of cars and motorcycles and the density of traffic that was jammed down there suddenly I felt my chest so tight.
I tried repeatedly to deny that harsh reality. I tried repeatedly to forget Devika's departure from the accident.
In fact, repeatedly I tried to recant his departure but no matter why it was so difficult to do.
Devika was my first love. Devika was the first woman I applied for after I graduated college even though we were different ages and I fell in love with her.
Age difference is not an obstacle to be able to be with each other especially to migrate in the way of God.
I thought too much about Devika as I already felt my phone vibrate in my pants pocket. I pulled out my phone and read the nickname that was plastered on her screen.
Mother calling..
I swiped my phone screen to receive the call.
"Asalamualaikum. Hello Mother."
"Wa'alaikumussalam's chat. Geez Fikri Bunda is very much like you. How are you doing there? It's okay, right?"
I smiled thinly. I can feel how the tone of Mother's speech is so enthusiastic because it misses me. I also miss him.
"Alhamdulillah Fikri well Bun. Mother herself how? Healthy? Dad too, right?"
"Alhamdulillah healthy. What about your job, son?"
"Alhamdulillah smoothly Bun. Is your mother eating?"
"Alhamdulillah. Dining with a woman in a restaurant. She's gorgeous. Coincidentally his son's friend Mother. It's so bad again. Said his daughter's mother's friend is a driver of the Qur'an loh Fik. The good news is he's still single."
I forced my smile. O God, this is the umpteenth time that Mother offers various types of women that are offered to me.
Because every love has a story and every mass has memories. Like me, I have a hard time forgetting. Too dark to ever love a woman but to leave this world because God has taken her life.
The sound of knocking on the door sounded. I know that knocking on the door is a secretary who has worked with me for several years named Mr. Romi.
He is middle-year old. But don't doubt how skilled he is at working with me.
I immediately spoke briefly with Mother as a sign of the end of my communication with her. I immediately left the company to the airport to immediately make a flight to the city of Aceh using my personal plane.
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Aceh Banda. At 14:00 p.m
The weather was very hot and sunny outside the car. I feel my body is very tired and sultry even though the car AC is now running cool.
Flights from Jakarta to Aceh take hours. But I cannot relax with my duty and purpose to this city.
As an adult man, it is appropriate that I work diligently without wasting time with unimportant things let alone time corruption and end up with regret.
Time corruption is when we do not work in working hours without clear permission or use working hours for other purposes that are not related to work. It is forbidden by the Shari'a and we should fulfill its obligations.
Imam An-Nawawi rahimahullah also said to explain a hadith.
أنه نهى أن يمنع الرجل ما توجه عليه من الحقوق أو يطلب ما لا يستحقه
"The apostle forbade a man not to impose his obligations or demand what he does not deserve." (Sharh An-Nawawi 'ala Muslim)
Currently, Romi is driving my personal car to a famous hotel where an important meeting will be held in one hour. Meeting in the ballroom room where I stayed tonight for a few days.
While waiting to arrive at the location, I chose to open my phone to read some news headlines
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Athaghfirullah, I'm surprised. My breath was so stingy that my heart beat so fast. I looked at Romi who was next to me and I almost vented my anger at him.
Unexpectedly Romi just got out of my car. I felt anxious and opened my safety belt quickly because Romi almost hit a veiled woman who now looks shocked.
In my heart I felt angry with the actions of Romi who was not careful in driving my car. If Romi hadn't brake my car all of a sudden, maybe the veiled woman could have been hit.
I saw the veiled woman politely refusing Romi's favor and I realized that she was still keeping boundaries that weren't her mahram. The woman tried to stand up in limp.
And one thing that kept me from being detached from that woman. I looked into her two eyes which were so beautiful to me. Even just for a second I forgot the figure of Devika that I loved so much.
"Oh my God, forgive me."
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How is part 1? Do you like it or not? If you like Alhamdulillah:)
And if not, I'm sorry. Because my life is like that.
Healthy always for you.
Fikri Azka
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