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Chapter 2

The car began to climb into the parking area of the Aston hotel, just as the man had requested. A very handsome man who became an impromptu passenger, and made Quinsha's father's private car switch function as a transport car.

About twenty minutes—since the two ended the conversation—Quinsha always set his eyes to the side, with annoyance still stored. But how else, helping people in need is part of the guidance. Although the man sitting next to him at the moment, it is not worth pointing to the ranks of those who deserve help.

“Thank you, Sir.” The handsome young man said to Mr. Dimas when the car had stopped. Mr. Dimas just nodded awkwardly. After getting such a response, the camuda then turned to Quinsha. “mbak .. ee sorry.” he rectified his call quickly. “ukhti hijab,” he said. It seemed like this call that he thought was appropriate to pin on Quinsha.

And sure enough, because of such a designation, Quinsha dribbled her head from the direction of her original view. Her beautiful eyes looked at the — man whom she made sure was younger than her - but no words were spoken from Quinsha.

“This is my business card!” the young man gave a business card that was received by Quinsha just like that, without seeing let alone reading it.

“Contact me! When you have found a way what is appropriate for me to compensate for the loss of your wasted time, because it still takes me.” Without letting Quinsha answer what she said, the man immediately got out of the car while covering his face with a mask and walked down his head into the hotel lobby. There was a large tall man with a slightly forward stomach, caught up in welcoming him from a distance.

“Street Sir!” tell Quinsha to Mr. Dimas who is also still looking at the young man as he is. His one wish now, was to quickly arrive at his destination. Because he did not want to make his mother anxious, because until now he has not come home. Not to mention his promise to Sherin that seems no longer workable.

“He's his friend, yes Neng?” ask Dimas from the front. Quinsha did not immediately answer, in him still busy weighing, whether to be honest or divert the conversation.

Like other hijab-wearing Muslim women, Quinsha is known by Mr. Dimas as a woman who has almost no male friends—ter except both teachers at the foundation—when now Quinsha admits that the man is his friend, he said, mr. Dimas will definitely not be finished with one question. Especially when this came to his mother, it was certain that Quinsha would be seated in the corner seat of the room and the interrogation session began.

“Iya, Sir,” replied Quisha briefly. And a moment later he regretted his own answer which was not even in accordance with what was planned.

“What's the name, Neng?”

Well, true as Quinsha alleged, Mr. Dimas was not finished with just one question. Again Quinsha did not immediately answer, because it does not know what the name of the young man who is very handsome. But that's when he remembered something. A business card still in his hand.

“Rafardhan Malik.” Quinsha mentioned one name listed there.

“The name is very good,” praise Mr. Dimas. While behind, Quinsha muttered instead. “Rafardhan Malik.” His memory seemed to be functioning now, when he mentioned one name and remembered the sighting of a handsome young man who was more than 30 minutes sitting not far beside him.

Rafardhan Malik is a very famous young artist. She made her career debut as a model, and then ventured into the world of acting. His name in the realm of celebrities also quickly uphill because it is supported by his appearance of a beautiful and his acting is very capable and natural.

Lately his name has soared when he became the main character in a web series adopted from a novel Best seller— by a famous novelist in this country—which is currently airing. His role as the main character, the son of the pesantren owner, increasingly jacked up his name with an excellent image in the public eye and especially the fans.

It deserves he was chased by journalists, many camera shots directed at him, and it is not impossible that Quinsha was also recorded on the camera of the warta hunters.

Quinsha patted his own eel, when he realized it all, when Rafardhan's figure had gotten out of his car. 'This must be because in my head there is only Arfan' Inner Quinsha as she breathes. 'But even if I knew that, if he was an artist, what would I do? Want to ask for an autograph? Quinsha shook her head and decided not to think about it anymore, keeping Rafardhan's business card in her bag.

It was past eleven, his pair of eyes still reluctantly closed. Facing left, facing right has been done for more than half an hour. But one simple word he wants to achieve now is ‘tidur’ he has not been able to get. Tired of his position that does not give a sense of comfort, Quinsha immediately sat leaning on the head of the bed.

'For what? why think of someone who isn't for you? For what?' Quinsha's hands pointed at her own eyes with a look of annoyance. A moment later he grabbed the phone on the nightstand and scrolled the green button. Check messages in WA groups of only three people. Quinsha Daneen, sherin mumtaza, and Aura Aneshka. Three triumvirate of Darul-Falah pesantren alumni who have now lived their lives.

Good night, my beautiful sisters, may your nights be a blessing, and your dreams be as beautiful as the hope summarized in prayer. Amyn.

That's a text message from Sherin— whose age is above Quinsha and Aura— even though it's only a matter of months. The message sent from half an hour ago has not received a response. Quinsha immediately typed in a reply sentence.

Quinsha:

Not asleep, Madam?

It wasn't until two minutes later that Sherin returned the message.

Sheriff:

Haven't. You yourself why is this clock still awake?

Quinsha:

Again enemies.

Sheriff:

The same?

Quinsha:

Sheriff:

Look out, if I see him tomorrow. I'll make the calculations.

Quinsha:

Wh who?

Sheriff:

Which has made you hostile to drowsiness.

Quinsha:

I don't know what to say.

Sheriff:

Be patient, God does not answer your prayers for this. But God will answer with something else. That's better and more beautiful for you.

Quinsha:

Amen, thank you. I want to cry.

Whose word, love in silence always ends with being won. Whose word, cornering his name in the final third of the night, will usher in the acquisition of a halal label. That must be Quinsha Daneen's inner voice, right now.

How long had he missed by being loyal to only one name, without daring to express, without daring to show. In fact, he lost on the stipulations that God had outlined. Finally, it was one name that had been written in Lauh Mahfudz, who emerged victorious.

Not just a matter of months, Quinsha harbors a silent love for an Arfan Bayhaqi. Fellow alumnus Darul-Falah who is now also a lecturer at the Nada Hikam— foundation where Quinsha teaches. For so long he felt that was only expressed in prayer. He rejected many names, having been adrift to one name. Until her two best friends have both built a household, Quinsha is still faithful to her solitude and loyalty to one name.

And now his prayer was answered but in a different way. Bayhaqi Arfan has chosen someone to live as Heaven in His Midhoan. Quinsha not only felt disappointed, but also broken at the bottom of the soul.

Sheriff:

You must be strong. You definitely can.

Quinsha:

Insha'allah.

Every prayer must be answered. It's God's promise. But in what way God answers prayer, everything, is God's decision. And this is how God answers Quinsha's Prayer. Sure, because Arfan wasn't the man who was written to be the priest of a Quinsha Daneen. Not the best man he's determined to be. In the depths of Quinsha's heart, he was well aware of this.

But indeed, not necessarily his crying immediately turned into a smile let alone laughter. His disappointment was not immediately conjured up to be happy. It still needs a phase to go through to consciousness and self-reliance. And sometimes the phase is in the form of steep climbs and sharp turns, which not only need sweat droplets, but also blood and tears.

Quinsha:

Sleep Madam! It's night.

Sheriff:

Sleep first! I'm waiting for you, sir.

QUinsha:

At this hour, he hasn't arrived yet? Habits.

And Sherin just typed in a smiling emoji in response to Quinsha's sentence.