Assalamu'Alaikum, Yes Habibi Qolbi (REVISION)

PLEA

Sometimes I never know what a proper word is, like,

the word that made me learn to take it off,

the word that made me learn to let go of it,

words that make me understand that God doesn't want me to be with him,

Yes Rabb,

Am I not worthy of him?

then what is it that deserves for him?

why don't you give me that speed so I can be by her side?

Why don't you make me worthy of her, so there won't be any tears of sorrow that I'm secretly dropping because you broke my hopes and hopes.

Forgive me, O Lord,

Many times I have tried to understand the destiny you have written for me,

Many times I have always felt that I could never be sincere in Your will

What's IKHLAS like?

Strengthen me, O Lord,

strengthen my love for You so that the word Ikhlas can I stare,

Hold my love in You, Lord,

so that something you look at is appropriate,

you'll send it for me one day,

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Three days Zahra had settled in the house or rather in the room. After yesterday Bagas' father said their move to Japan to Zahra. Zahra was reluctant to set foot in school. He just thought about going to school or not, he would go anyway and he chose not to go. Not without reason, Zahra simply did not want to print a look of sadness on the faces of her close friends because of her disappearance. He will only say goodbye on the last day of his stay in the country.

"Sorry.."

Yes that's the word he probably only said to those who were left behind.

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"Darling, you don't go to school anymore? it has been three days," asked Mother Mia astonished by the attitude of her beloved daughter.

"Not leaving is okay, Bun. One more week Zahra will move."

"Mother understands, but dear..wouldn't you meet your friends first before leaving? Mother does not have the heart to see the latitude back and forth here, persuade you continue. Poor thing."

"Zahra is afraid Bun. If the next few days Zahra met them, fearing that Zahra would be less sincere to leave, the heavier Zahra's steps would be. Then Zahra will be ready to go, all right Bun."

"I'm sorry Mom and Dad, honey. Mommy knows you're reluctant to move, but Daddy and Mommy have no choice."

"Bun, for example, there is one reason that can make Zahra stay here, will Father and Mother allow Zahra to stay here?"

"Goddess, Honey. But it seems difficult. Father and Mother are too afraid to leave you alone here."

Zahra exhaled when she heard the word "HARD" come out of her lips. Maybe it is not the time for him to be kinked with the decision of his parents, anyway for his good.

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Tonight the sky looked cloudy, as thick as Zahra's heart. The girl was sitting leaning on the mattress while hugging her knees with a distant look looking out of nowhere.

Drrr..

Drrr..

Drrr..

Zahra's phone vibrated at the sign of an incoming message. Zahra looked lazy looking at the screen of the phone that showed the unknown number.

Message brief..

"Can you pick up my phone?"

Yes, this message has been sent three times without knowing who the owner of the number is. Previously a phone call entered Zahra's phone with the same number but he ignored, Zahra like trauma with a mysterious message that had terrorized him some time ago.

But really, the person on the other side was very persistent. Ten missed calls he ignored followed by the three messages, but Zahra remained unmoved. He only moved his eyeballs when the phone rang again.

Drrtt...

Drrtt...

Drrtt...

The message came back in and Zahra lazily opened the message.

"I'm sorry if I bother you, but please raise my phone, Zah."

Zahra was glued to the contents of the message.

"Zah?? " murm Zahra.

Where could Hafiz be the mastermind that caused his phone to be so noisy tonight. If not him, who else? as she recalled, only Hafiz called out Zahra's short name like that, the others always called "Ra". And wait..Even the language he used from earlier seemed polite, why did Zahra just wake up?

The message came back in, making Zahra completely round her eyes.

"I beg Zah. Can you lift my phone?"

"Dietary"

Deggs...

Zahra pressed her chest feeling a quick thump that made her a little frustrated.

"Shall Zahra pick up the phone? duh how is this. Wouldn't this be a private conversation.what if it became a sin? but if it's important how?" racau Zahra was overwhelmed with confusion.

He immediately typed a reply message on his phone.

"Sorry.. What's wrong, Fiz?".

The message was sent and a few seconds later it was clearly plastered reply from Hafiz.

"Follow the phone first, I want to talk."

Zahra sighed, though,

"Bismillah.." he murmured as if asking for strength.

Zahra picked up the phone from Hafiz when her phone rang again as a sign of an incoming call.

"Assalamu 'alaikum, '" said Hafiz across the street.

"Wa 'alaikummus salam."

"I'm sorry if I might bother you, Zah"

"Not bothering Fiz. Um... What's up?"

"As class president, I just want to make sure you're in shape. Three days you don't go to school. Besides, Lintang said she had a little trouble meeting you."

"Oh.. "

"Zah, you're okay, right? sorry, as a friend, I'm very worried about you. Is it because of the incident the other day?"

"Yes? I'm fine with Fiz."

"Thank God that you're okay. Does that mean you can go to school tomorrow?"

"M-I'm sorry, Hafiz. I don't think I'm going to school anymore."

Zahra said it while closing her eyes and exhaling her heavy breath.

"You mean, Zah? sorry, are you still afraid of what happened the other day? if so, In Allah I and my friends can help take care of you."

"It's not. But.. "

"Zah" called Hafiz to gently cut off Zahra's words.

"I'm sorry, but in a week I'm going to go with my parents to Japan and stay there for a long time."

Zahra shed her tears as she spoke her message.

"Ages.. "

"I'm sorry Zahra, Hafiz. Zahra had no choice."

"Zahra, are you sure of your decision? can't you stay, Zah?" hafiz asked in an audible tone pleading for the girl not to leave.

"Zahra has no reason to stay, Hafiz."

"Well, if there was one reason, would you stay here?"

"If the reason is justified. In the Lord, Zahra will choose to remain here."

"Whatever is that?"

"Yes, In Shay'ah."

"Never break up in prayer and leave it all to God. In the Lord, He will give you the best path."

"Yes, of course. Zahra will never stop praying."

"Well, we never know what decision God will make in the future. But if you keep going. Can you still go to school in a week?"

"Zahra was afraid that it would make Zahra's steps heavier and less sincere if Zahra had to go, Zahra was afraid to hurt everyone."

"You think, if you leave all of a sudden it doesn't hurt them? at least if you meet and tell them this decision, they will feel you assume their existence. I'm sure they won't make your steps harder. Isn't that what it means to be friends and friends?"

"But still, Zahra couldn't seem to leave. Mang Ujang was busy sending Dad who was taking care of the transfer files and important files that must be brought to Japan. And since the incident the other day Zahra was also not allowed to go alone."

"Then I'll take you to school."

"Eh?? But.."

"God willing, I will take care of you. Tomorrow I pick up 06.30 huh"

"But it will trouble you, mending is not necessary."

"No trouble though. As friends, we need to help each other. How, can I pick you up?"

"Originally not a hassle...

ASTAGHFIRULLAHAL 'ADZIM. "squeak Zahra before finishing his speech.

Heavy rain accompanied by flashes and the sound of lightning scattering Zahra's ears made him shocked, spontaneously the girl covered her ears with both hands. The flat object was accidentally released from his grasp and slid freely, but not to fall on the floor.

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