Beautiful Girl And Man At The End Of Dusk
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...Angan About Love...
...*Bak moon in the night sky...
...Tub a drop of dew that falls on a leaf shoot...
...You are the one I cannot reach...
...But has been a heart conditioner*...
...Strangely this self......
...He felt the presence of the conqueror of the heart...
...Reveal the veil that has been there all along...
...Spelling verses homesick...
...Sowing imagination...
...In a hope...
...Strangely this self......
...Love wanders into the heart...
...Embrace the imagination tightly...
...Although know......
...Thorn of pseudo love...
...Would hurt....
Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar
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The sound of Adzan rang. The girl closed the book she had read earlier. There is a cover that says LONG there, a novel by Dervish Tere Liye. Look at the small, brown rectangular clock, on a table beside his bed. At 18:15, he was so engrossed in reading that he forgot the time. The girl really likes to read, precisely reading a novel, short story or poem. Seen a lot of books neatly arranged on the shelves of his room. The girl immediately got ready to then head to the Masjid near her home. Pray for Maghrib there, Masjid An-Nur. He always came to the mosque. It has been about 5 years since he moved to his current neighborhood. With a little hurry, the girl stepped up one by one the stairs were quite high. Then immediately sit in the saf in front of the female worshipers.
"Huftt.. profit is not too late." Looking around him that looked crowded. The mosque is quite spacious with a beautifully carved wooden hijab in the middle to limit the line between men and women. With a height of about 1 meter more. Nothing has changed from that beautiful place, it is still the same as 8 years ago.
"Adnan." The name was softly spoken on his lips.
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5 Years ago...
"Is it good to finish cleaning the room?" Ask Ms. Dania while cleaning the table in the living room. He seemed to be wiping the table.
"He's Ma, it's all. I've cleaned up and cleaned everything. I'm so tired of Ma." He put his body on a long sofa.
"Why the hell is Ma, we have to move to this town?"
" Mama said, baby. My mom's new workplace is in town. So inevitably we have to move here, right."
"Hm.. If only Papa still there is Ma, Mama does not need to be tired of working like this. I'm sorry Ma if I've been bothering Mama a lot."
Hearing her daughter say that, Mother Dania slowly sat down on the sofa. He slowly lifted his daughter's head, and laid her back on his lap.
"Not Beautiful, you never bother Mama. You are Mama's only most precious treasure. Mama will always try to make you happy and not lack anything." While stroking his daughter's hair.
"Thank you Ma, Lovely dear Mama." Beautiful rose from her sleep, and immediately hugged Mother Dania tightly.
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Her name is Indah Nur Aisyah, a 15-year-old girl who currently sits in the 1st grade of High School. He and his mother had just moved to a new city because his mother got a job in that city. She is the only child of a tough woman named Mother Dania, who has been a single parent to her since the last 2 years, because her beloved husband had to lose his life in an accident.
Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar
There was the sound of the Adhan reverberating, indicating the Maghrib prayer time has arrived.
"Alhamdulillah is Adhan dear." Ms. Dania said, be grateful for today.
"Yes Ma, Alhamdulillah. Is there a Ma Mosque around here?" Beautiful asked.
"It was beautiful, Mama saw when we got here. Inside this complex, you just stay out of the hallway, continue to the fork, after that turn left. You will definitely see, just a few meters to get there. It's close to here, son."
"If so, I pray Maghrib there well Ma, I also want to look around our new environment."
"Yes, but you still have to be careful on the road."
"Okay, my beautiful mother." Kissing Mom's cheek.
"Yes, get ready."
"Yes, Ma."
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It is beautiful to walk slowly towards the mosque. Sometimes look around him. There are many people who also walk to the Mosque, visible from the Mukenah and the peci they use. Like the man and woman currently walking in front of the beautiful, leisurely walking and chatting while occasionally smiling and laughing. They seem to be a couple. There were also children walking not far behind beautifully. They look happy, joking around with their friends. And a few more people who had passed by on the beautiful side using his motorcycle. Beautiful walking alone only smiled faintly.
Arriving at the Mosque, Indah began to take off her footwear, walking up the stairs of the Mosque. Then spread the alphabet in the line of worshipers, pray Sunnah two rakaat, then sit waiting for Iqamah.
Arriving at the Mosque, Indah began to take off her footwear, walking up the stairs of the Mosque. Then spread the prayer rug in the line of worshipers, pray Sunnah two rakaat, then sit waiting for Iqamah.
As he was engrossed in looking around, Tek's gaze was deliberately fixed on a man who had just entered. Her beautiful figure (just like her beautiful name, hehe) makes her dumbstruck.
"Astaghfirullah, it's not good to see someone like that Beautiful." Beautiful to awaken itself.
Asik spoke to himself, once again his gaze was fixed on the man. But unexpectedly, the man also looked towards her. Immediately pretended to look the other way and slightly covered his face with the face that he used (Dasar Indah, make a shame). But it looks like the man also became misbehaved, deliberately tidying up his coffee which is already neat.
For someone he first saw, this was a strange feeling. That is, an impression for himself. He was a pretty handsome man, with white skin, a tall body, and a beautiful and beautiful face. Judging from his face it seemed like the age of the Beautiful and the man was not much different. But that's not what makes it interesting to see it. But because of his figure that looks simple, calm and charismatic. Well, maybe it was.
Indah walked slowly down the steps of the mosque, followed by several people who were also going home. The stairs are quite wide with an iron fence with a height of about 1 meter in the middle as a difference between the male and female paths. On the right is a male-only staircase and on the left a female-only staircase.
While looking for his footwear, the man he saw earlier also went down the stairs. Beautiful quickly lowered her head and hid part of her face. The man then walked past him and immediately passed without looking at Beautiful. After getting her footwear among the many footwear there, Indah also immediately went home.
Unexpectedly the man was still in sight, and was now walking in front of him. Looks like they're in the same direction. Beautiful just look at it from behind while occasionally still with a position to cover part of his face with a face, just in case the man suddenly turned to the back. Looks like this is a new way that has always been used Beautiful since seeing the man (hehe). He was still very embarrassed by the incident. But despite all that, somehow Indah felt there was a strange feeling when she first saw it. I don't know what it is, but she still can't explain it.
When he was in the fork of the complex, the man turned to the left. It's beautiful to still see it carefully from behind. He who was not so far away from the man had also reached the T-junction. However, the difference is beautiful must turn to the right. As he was about to turn, he turned his gaze once more, turning his head towards him. And the man's back is still visible there. With a simple smile, Indah continued her steps, returning home.
