Anila For Anala
CHAPTER 37 - THE HEART
"Silk! If I like you too, how?"
"Huh?" Maliq was fixated for a while, making sure he didn't hear wrong. "Who-you mean?"
Anila refused to repeat it. He was sure Maliq had heard it. Saying just once takes a long time to gather courage, let alone having to twice. "Yes, if not horrified, it's okay" Anila said.
Maliq closed his gaping mouth as if he did not believe in what his sense of hearing had just caught. "So, we …?" tanya Maliq assured.
"Well, go first" cried Anila who did not know where fate would take them.
The man in the shirt stretched out his arms and was about to approach Anila, then restrained, as if someone was holding her back. Finally, he was only able to hug himself while displaying an anxious face.
The graceful woman giggled softly at Maliq with all her might holding back from wanting to embrace him.
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Have you ever loved so confidently? Not because there is nothing prettier, better, or more everything. It's just that there's a belief that just comes up. That was how Anila felt at this moment.
Connecting with someone who is so understood, and vice versa. Not to be restrained, but not to let go. Paying attention to each other but not excessively. All feel calm and comfortable, there is no fear of overuse because of the possibility of being abandoned while being stricken dear.
A group of flavors that were originally just hopeless, became real. It turns out that everything is more beautiful than just images and imagination.
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"I want to watch the ball at the cafe with my friends. Can you?" A short message went into Anila's phone. The woman in a maroon satin shirt smiled with a message from Maliq. No one has ever wanted to do anything but give him permission first. Ranala has never, unless asked. That's because they haven't arrived at home past the right time.
"By, dong. O yes, I'd like to i'tikaf. InshaAllah until sahur," replied Anila through the messaging application.
"Later finished watching, I followed, yes," Maliq replied.
A thumb emoticon sent Anila a sign of agreement. Only this time Anila can be very calm in a relationship. Relationships in which communication is so pathless without necessitating. All done on the basis of respect and respect for existence.
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The tarawih tour is still conducted by Anila and Maliq towards the end of ten nights in Ramadan. Only, there were some lists that were replaced as per Anila's request. The woman adjusted to the schedule of the da'wah safari that Ustaz Rahmat Hidayat will do. Ustaz who dakwahnya never accidentally heard while in Bandung.
Anila only felt fit with the way the ustaz conveyed. For him the exposure of the ustaz is not cornered, close to everyday, and sensitive. He can use logic and the five senses to understand in which direction the dawah of the ustaz is going.
Ustadz Rahmat Hidayat recites some verses that have the word meaning heart. The audience together opened and listened to the reading and the meaning of the verse mentioned. So did Anila, the woman with the pashmina attached to her head opened the mushaf accompanied by translation, giving her a sign with a colorful sticker.
"What is the difference between shadr, qalb, fu'ad, lubb?" ask Ustaz Rahmat. The whole congregation was silent, no one answered, some shook their heads without a sound.
"According to the Sunnah of Tirmidhi, the heart has layers. Starting from the outermost; shadr, qalb, fu'ad, and the core is lubb," explained Ustaz Rahmat while gesturing with both palms that form layers.
"The first layer, the outermost layer, shadr, literally means the chest. Shadr describes the material part of the self element, the other meaning being consciousness. There is conscious awareness and there is unconscious awareness. Consciousness is realized it has to do with the brain– nerve centers that move the limbs. Whereas unconscious consciousness is a feeling of connection with the soul (an nafs)." Ustaz Rahmat again gave a pause before continuing his explanation. Allow the audience to chew the material before swallowing it. The goal, so as not to choke and regurgitate the incoming material.
"The soul or nafs is the source of emotions; joy, sadness, worry, fear, spite, orgasm, wishful thinking, and desire to dwell. And man is tested by God with what is in his breast (his shadr). The test is here because in God's shadr place lust and allow the devil to access it. Even the test is stronger, if in the human soul there is a bad character/durhaka (honest)," continued the man in simple bone white cocoa clothes.
"So, if there is a sense of worry when you want to do good, it means that our shadr has been plastered by the devil. For example, a permission husband wants to work out of town. However, his wife was worried excessively, so it became unfocused taking care of the children and family. Well, like this, be careful ya." Ustaz Grace gave a soothing smile without cornered.
"Ask the owner of the heart that our heart may lean toward goodness. Our hearts are always prejudiced. Pray for kindness to the husband, pray always guarded heart, soul, and body. Surely Allah is timid, ashamed, if He does not grant His servant's prayer."
Just now that the first layer was described, Anila already felt slapped. His gaze blankly forward looked at the man who was meekly giving an explanation. The woman reflected on the contents of the lecture to herself. It could be, all her fears about returning to Ranala were demon-decorated misgivings. Wouldn't the highest caste of demons have created a divorce? Satan will never stop flirting until the man is separated from his husband/wife.
"Astaghfirullah," Anila said, closing her eyes. Clear details tracking his cheeks.
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"Where was the study?" ask Maliq in the courtyard of the mosque.
"Good," Anila brief. "Where did you watch the ball? Exclaims? Win?" asked Anila enthusiastically.
"Win dong. So exciting. 3-2. Steady, the winning goal in extra time." Maliq said no less enthusiastic. Anila propped up her chin, fascinated to see the spirit of Maliq telling her, because indeed only two things that make Maliq can forget everything–bola and mountain. "Eh, I'm sorry you're bored, huh, horrifying him?" maliq asked suddenly after realizing Anila was fixated on hearing her story.
"Whoa, I love, really, your story. I don't know much about the ball, though. But I'm cool when you tell me this crazy story" Anila replied with a sincere smile.
"So of course, if Feby was he'd be mad if I told him only about me and my hobbies."
"Febys? Who's Feby?"
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...Oops, there's a slip-up. Would be honest or lying, huh, Maliq about Feby?...
