
The orange shifts to embrace the night.
Kumandang adzan maghrib heard from the mosque across the house.
Anajib also stepped towards the mosque.
It seems Salman and other friends have taken ablution water in the padasan.
"Lord... "
My heart rate always beats when
I remembered him.
The distance separated the two.
So many memories that they had carved together.
On this padasan.
The silent witness the story of both.
And the mosque where both demanded knowledge.
With time running out, since when..?
That feeling grew in the hearts of both of them.
Although Anajib felt too late to express
her feelings.
When the man was far away, he realized
that feeling he must convey.
Not for him to sniff.
Sometimes we just realize that person doesn't exist
on side.
"The little friend he always missed.."
That miss is no ordinary miss.
But now that miss is full of love.
"Viiiii..."
Daydream do not in the padasan mas broo..!!
Salman patted Anajib on the shoulder.
"Thinking who was never here..??
Salman's guess is like he understands.
What is in the heart of his friend.
They both laughed and walked into the mosque
for praying.
Other friends are still faithfully present
the study is always led by the owner of a sharp gaze.
And deheman characterizes his cash.
The look of the ustad always complains to
making sure no one is missing from the study.
All present, "Only one face is not seen in the assembly of his knowledge."
Because he sent her to Bandung.
Separated Dhea from her son.
He felt safe in the condition of his proud son's heart.
the study began.
"And the young man who had a thin mustache with a sideburn that decorated his face.
now it looks solemn in his muraja.
Those eyes are not looking for Dhea's shadow anymore
among his friends.
His face looks calm now.
because of the person he always sought and missed
He already knows his existence.
It seems only God and twilight are witnesses
Mute. An unexpected encounter between the two.
Finished home review .
Anajib went straight home.
His mother always reminded him of his dinner.
He soon joined in to eat together.
His father and mother.
"Papak's hope will continue his S2
in Al Azhar Cairo, Egypt..!
Dear science from the cottage.!!
Said the old man to his son.
"Heningg.just the sound of a clinking spoon.
where the spoon collides with the plate.
When the hand was trying to cut the side dish.
Even the mother was silent.
I always obey all of my decisions.
The son was not interested in the expectations of his father.
He chose to eat it.
And left the dining table.
His footsteps led him into his room.
"Mas ..., don't you hurt??
Ask the mother to see the face of the son
turned moody and went straight into the room.
"No ma'am..,"
Answer from the room.
"The distance between a small town and a city of flowers
it just feels so far away I think..".
Moreover, I must be exiled again in Cairo Egypt.??
Uchhhhh.
Why is this feeling so excruciating.
Stupidly I let that taste nest in the heart.
You are far away now, only the more I realize.
That means you in my life.
Anajib continues to regret why this is so new
He expressed his heart feelings.
Why not from the past when every twilight I meet you.
***
Nighttime atmosphere in the city of flowers.
Located in jln gegerkalong.
Inside her room Dhea was at war with the reality she was facing .
By the side of his heart he was unable to turn away from the existing sense, "Moreover remove the wide laughter from his life..?
But the other side of the heart he did not want to betray his promise to the old guru ngajinya.
Now He sends it all to the Almighty.
His heart kept asking.
But he was unable to answer.
Sepiii. and the silence at this moment so tormented his heart.
Dhea strives hard for an ideal.
He didn't want to disappoint my mother, and he just
Financing education and needs
his life.. "If it's all conditional.."
He always entertained his heart by distracting him by reading.
And he hoped that God would allow him to meet again with a big laugh at a later time.
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