Assalamu'Alaikum Love

Tausiyah

Because love is a feeling

Then he warmed the soul

Love is limited by distance and time

It will flow in the shahdu

Dive into the nature of human limitations

And asserting the power of the Supreme Being the Master of All

So I put my love in prayer

I give all hope to Dzat the owner of love

Only to Him I leave all my feelings

For as I know, he is the best keeper

(Faza)

Maybe this is nothing

Just a turmoil that I think is temporary

Maybe it's nothing special either

Only the wind will soon be forgotten

But in fact, everything became so perfect

Like a rose that is awake

Like you look so different

It is also like you who can stir the soul

Do I deserve to admit that I am in love?

(Gibran)

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Blora, December 2013

“It looks like rain will fall till afternoon, Za.”

The girl in a red brick veil turned towards the white-veiled girl standing next to her. Distracting his attention from the rain that is still hard out there and has not shown the slightest sign of stopping.

“The salary is truant only, Nun.” And the girl in the red-brick headscarf had no idea what was wrong with her sentence until her friend gave her a sermon that made her grimace. “If we break through the rain with these umbrellas, we'll just get soaked, Ainun. It's okay to skip, I'll tell Ummi Haidar.” Connect the red brick veiled girl calmly.

Back to notice the rain outside Cepu station that afternoon and the occasional reckless people broke through the still-hardening rain. Maybe the people were so rushed that they broke through the rain instead of waiting until the rain subsided a little.

“If the salary is truant, stupid is us, Za. Where is there a man who wants to be with a stupid woman like us?” this time the girl in a brick red headscarf laughed a little at hearing her friend named Ainun started chattering indistinctly.

This isn't the first time the two of them have ditched najai. That was why the girl in the brick red headscarf only laughed a little before her attention was distracted by the panicked voice of a man standing beside her and just two steps away from where she was standing at the moment.

“I'm still at the station, Prof. It was raining heavily, and it seemed like I couldn't make it to the auditorium in half an hour.”

The red-brick veiled girl even turned her head and noticed the young man in a dark brown jacket whose arms were rolled up to the elbows. The young man who looks restless because he keeps looking at the watch on his left wrist while his right hand is still holding the phone.

“If I have an umbrella, I have been on the bus since, Prof.” This time the young man sighed half-excitedly and took off his glasses. “Alright, I try until in forty minutes.”

The girl in the red-brick veil did not know what prompted her to thrust the umbrella she had been holding onto the young man beside her.

“Sed in a hurry yes, sir?” and the young man looked over with a astonished face. For a while the red-brick veiled girl regretted having called the young man with the designation ‘pak’. Really, the young man is faster to call ‘mas’ and looks silly with the call ‘pak’. “Please use my umbrella, it looks like the rain will still fall until afternoon.”

“You yourself how?” the young man asked after a while, looking at the red-brick girl who was smiling and displaying a pair of dimples on her cheeks that were not too deep.

“My pickup is on the way.” Answer with a confident tone.

“So.” And the young man, regardless of where he came from grabbed the red folding umbrella that the girl in the red brick veil gave him. Mengulum a faint smile that again left the brick-red veiled girl awestruck. “Thank you.” Either because he was too happy because he got an umbrella loan from a young girl or because he was in a hurry. The young man did not even ask where he should return the umbrella and what was the name of the red-brick veiled girl.

And until the young man ran away from the station with his red umbrella, the brick-red veiled girl was still glued without caring for Ainun who was starting to misuh-misuh himself. A young man with a red umbrella in the rain of December. For the first time, the red-brick veiled girl was fascinated by the opposite sex.

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