Bridal Flowers

Season II: Part 13

A taxi suddenly stopped in front of the boarding school, from inside the taxi came out a handsome man with a fairly simple appearance but still looks luxurious and dignified in his masculine body. For a moment, this man seemed familiar to some people but at the same time he was also quite foreign to some people.

Gazing towards the pesantren hut, his eyes that were covered in black glasses narrowed slightly. He assesses what changes have taken place here after two years of his departure.

Smiling faintly, he gently took off his sunglasses which made him look arrogant. Then, from behind his clothes he took out a clear glasses that had accompanied him for several months. The glasses actually do not look too old-fashioned or modern, but they look classy and simple at the same time. No, this handsome guy didn't mean to use glasses for style or anything because honestly this guy was using them for necessities.

Right, his eyes have a visual impairment. He could not see too clearly if it was more than a hundred meters away therefore he was more comfortable wearing glasses. Do not laugh, even though the distance is not too burdensome but people like him this is always the target of many people. In fact, whether it was hundreds of meters away there would definitely be someone who just greeted him, and he was uncomfortable if he did not see the person's appearance clearly. He prefers to wear glasses to feel more comfortable.

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There was a subtle vibration from inside his pocket, the man did not wait for long and quickly picked up the vibrating object from inside his pocket.

"Assynogaal?" His voice greeting after seeing the caller was someone he was very familiar with.

"Waalaikumussalam, where have you been and why has your mobile number just been activated?" This is a male voice, sounding quite upset across there.

"My number is off because my phone is dead, is there a problem? Your voice sounds upset." The man can guess if the person who is calling this must be getting into trouble. Because it is very rare for him to be impatient when it comes to one person.

"It's just worth it." The voice of the man at the other end sounded tired.

Then there was the sound of a falling object across there which made the man frown worriedly, "Are you okay?" This man asked worriedly after a few seconds of not getting a response from the person across there.

"I'm really not okay, rather I'm in big trouble right now." The man across there began to complain, telling me he was really overwhelmed by this problem.

"What problems are you facing? It's not like you're the only one who likes to make trouble." This guy knows very well if the person across there is not the type of person who likes to make trouble. Because as long as they live together all this time people who are across there actually prefer to avoid any problems.

"Hey, it's not about me but it's about your spoiled sister." His complaints sound desperate.

Hearing his bright spot, this male lips immediately moved automatically. Create a thin smile that looks very handsome and charming!

"He's your brother, Aldi." Sounds relaxed.

Right, the one who was talking to him was his stubborn sibling. Hem, even though they were brothers, they were more worthy of being seen as very close friends.

"Let's know, this is the biggest problem he's ever made in his life. Do you know what he's doing here?"

"Of course not." Honest answer.

Aldi across there sighed tiredly, "He slapped a santriwati who was also his roommate. Not only was that what he was doing, but he also pushed his two roommates into the river so that it made them drenched. This.. this problem is too much do you know?"

This man frowned in surprise, he thought deeply that his little sister was not that type of person. His sister who is a woman does sometimes make trouble but it is not a very serious problem like this. If you see the story from his brother, there must be something that made his sister hooked so that she could go that far.

"Surely something was luring him." This man was certain that his intuition was saying something true.

"Regarding that..." Aldi was a little worried.

"What's wrong?" It's a little suspicious this guy thinks.

"Ah.you can ask him directly. So, when did you catch up with us, Aldo?" Aldi does not want to talk much for now as he is also a little troubled with the girl. So the only thing is to wait for Aldo to come here and help him to discipline their sister. Then after that Aldi wanted to talk about the girl who lately disturbed her sleep. The gloomy girl who somehow always filled his mind.

"I'm already here." Aldo replied casually as he pulled his suitcase away from the taxi he had paid for.

"Here?" Aldi sounded surprised across the street.

"More precisely now that I'm in front of the boarding school, come pick me up and don't forget to tell Gus Gio about my arrival." Then their connection was cut off.

Aldo dragged his suitcase to the road that would lead him to the front gate of the boarding school that he so desperately longed for. From the outside he could see that no santri passed around the boarding school. Maybe they are currently teaching the afternoon or depositing their Quran, well see the time is already afternoon then it is not impossible if that is the case.

"Safira" Aldo murmured to the figure of the girl he met two years ago.

"Gus Gio says he's here now." Her voice was soft, there was a trace of sweetness on the corner of her lips. A sweet feeling sweeter than sugar and more seductive than honey, Aldo was already impatient to meet her.

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"Mir, send me to Mas Gio, dong." After cleaning the room Safira immediately put on her hijab and intend to look for Gio.

"What do you want to do with Gus Gio, Fir? Wanna bother him with Annisa again, okay?" Mira who was stranded tired on her bed stared in horror at Safira who was busy putting on her hijab. How can he not be horrified if his best friend's new hobby is to disrupt the friendly time of Gio and Annisa. Well, if her husband Annisa someone else Mira is okay well, instead she intends to take part to disturb the newlyweds. But the problem is that Annisa's husband is the future heir to this boarding school, which if Mira follows in Sapphira's footsteps then she will definitely be gouged from this place.

Well, if that Sapphira may not matter Annisa is her brother so naturally Gio sat back and received Safira's strange treatment. But if it's Mira, Hem... Mira already knew the end of her story in this place.

"Astagfirullah, you well his brain thinks strange mulu. So people don't negate it, new receipts know how you feel later." Sapphira did not understand why the contents of his best friend's brain is always unhealthy. The truth is try, just because once he teases Annisa and Gio's friendly time, he is immediately labeled weird by Mira.

Because this is Mira so Sapphira should not feel surprised.

"Allah, your prayers are very good for your own peace. Call Fir, this is the month of fasting so whatever you say is very easy to be granted by God." Hearing Safira's prayer suddenly makes Mira immediately wake up from the fall. Both hands were not idle because as fast as lightning he also took his hijab that had been neatly draped beside his bed.

"Who told you to think strangely." Dumel Safira is not to blame.

"Yes keep you to Gus Gio to say what, tell me dong let everything be clear." Mira is done wearing her hijab. He is now busy installing new socks because the ones he was wearing was dirty when cleaning the room.

"There's something I want to ask Mas Gio, well... mumpung everything has been sorted out and the cuisine to open is done there is no harm do we feel stuck in Mas Gio's house?" Everything was done so rather than being idle it was better for them to spend time at Gio's house alone.

"Hem.iya also, yes we have to go directly. I'm afraid Gus Gio's gonna go again."

Mira no longer asked what business made Safira look confused since last afternoon. For him Sapphira was different from those he knew. Sapphira was too thorough and mature among them. Especially when facing problems, the only person who thinks calmly in dealing with it is only Safira. Just look at the shocking case of Annisa.

Behind the destruction of Annisa's life turned out to be Saqila, her own biological sister. None of them expected that the culprit was Saqila, especially when viewed from his meek attitude it made everything impossible. But for Sapphira no, what appears outside is not necessarily the same as inside. The human heart is too mysterious and frightening.

It was deep and full of darkness, Sapphira could guess that side. He casually observed the people and slowly dismantled the secrets that had been buried.

Well, that's Safira, she's beautiful yet too scary to be close to him.

Without waiting any longer they finally went to see Gio who was allegedly still in his house. No one knows if the Creator's scenario is when it will work. Whether it is able to be realized or not but certainly everything is too beautiful when the red thread slowly decomposes, releasing tangles that had been confusing into a long red thread full of fantasy.

Hem, it is because God is the Power of all things and a weak man will not be able to reject it.

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"Honestly, you're weird today." Dea's words began the conversation after a long time they were silent. They are currently sitting idle outside the mosque after completing the sentence given by the boarding school.

"I'm weird today, what do you mean De?" Masha asked puzzledly as without distracting her from inside the mosque echoing the melodious and longing voice of the students to the Creator. Masha also wanted to join them, she also wanted to start this holy month full of beautiful sacred verses.

Seeing Masha's unusual calmness, Dea quietly turned her attention to gazing towards the mosque that was currently very busy. "You are not your usual today." Whisper Dea carefully. Rarely does Dea behave this carefully in front of others, well. To Dea, they slightly embarrassed him to be brash.

"So does that bother you?" Masha asked in a whisper, distracting her from the mosque and staring at Dea who was still cool looking at the busy atmosphere of the mosque.

Dea honestly shook her head, she was not at all bothered by Masha's quick change. "I wasn't bothered at all but it was you, Sha-" Shuttled his gaze from the mosque. He looked at Masha with his sad eyes, "For people I am being brash and hard is common, I am well aware of it all. I am not angry or refute them because what they say is true about me, as for you Masha, you are a good person. I don't want you to be like me and make your good name tainted. I don't want to hear people say you're like this because you're affected by our friendship. I don't want to make your name ruined here Sha, because I know you and this place are inseparable. You are a reflection of this place while I am the trash of society that is so polluting this place. You are a good person and full of good will whereas I am no different from dirt-"

Masha did not like to see the weak and desperate Dea like this, she would rather see the hard Dea as usual. Because if he shows this desperate side Masha will not be able to continue to see how sad Dea is. Masha could not bear to see the rare pained face of Dea, she did not like this at all.

"Who says being friends with you makes me bad, that's not true at all, Dea. After all, you are not what they say and they have no right to judge a servant of God before God judges you. What they say-"

"That's right!" Dea pulled Masha's hand from her face, grasping it firmly as a sign that her heart was currently in great pain. It hurts so much that it feels desperate.

He didn't describe it, his heart was really sore right now. Even breathing is very painful.

How do I say it?

When he falls in a misguided manner those he loves and loves should embrace him to strengthen his heart. But Dea doesn't get it and instead the treatment she gets is thrown away from their surroundings, even the person she loves the most betrays her trust. After all, what should Dea do to stay alive?

She had lost her honor as a woman, she had no family or friends to support her. What else should Dea do?

He was really desperate to think about this!

"Masha, what they all said is true. I was a dirty girl and I was dumped by my family, this was indeed a fact. You don't have to comfort me because it won't change anything"

"It can!" Cut Masha won't listen any further.

"You can change it." Tell Masha with a reassuring look.

Doubtful, "How are you?"

Grasping Dea tightly, "Become better than the Dea they see. Hijrah Dea, draw near to Allah. Make Allah your only helper because be assured that the best helper is Allah SWT. Slowly draw near to Him, love God sincerely as you love a lover. In fact, if you are very sincere maybe that feeling will be more of a dependency. You depend only on Allah SWT and only on Him is your heart alive." Masha eagerly gave Dea a suggestion.

"Dea, be assured that you will not regret depending on God because He will never disappoint His beloved."

Dea was stunned, her two watery eyes slowly growing a ray of hope. However, when he recalled his present self his eyes rays became dim again. He no longer has hope.

"Masha, I don't think that's possible." Dea told me softly. He took his hand off Masha's hand and brought his gaze into the mosque echoing the melodious voice of the santri chanting beautiful verses of love.

"Why is it impossible?" Masha did not think.

Smiling faintly, "I'm dirty Masha and I think it's not worth it to be a human trash like I miss the Power. I'm sure God doesn't like it." The voice of Dea.

Subduing his head, his hand quietly raised rubbed the warm liquid that was again dripping from his eyes. It's so distressing, he's never felt this sad before. Perhaps, perhaps because he had a heart-to-heart chatter friend who would listen to his confusion made Dea easily feel sad and cry.

"You are wrong Dea, before God we are all the same. It is only the intensity of faith that distinguishes us all. It's like when you see a woman who looks like Soleha and obeys but in fact it's just a mask. Then when you see a creepy troublemaker but in it it's not like that. As I said earlier, it all depends on the human heart because a good and sincere heart certainly has a high faith."

Clapping Dea's shoulders ever thinner, "No matter how much sin we have committed in the past it will not affect God's judgment of us if there is a desire to change. Dea, do you know how pleased God is when He sees His servant coming back to Him?"

Not waiting for Dea's response, Masha immediately answered her own question. "The feeling was higher than the man who lost his camel in the desert and finally found the camel after a long search. That happy feeling is more than the one who lost the camel felt, do you understand Dea? God will be very happy if you come to Him."

Dea was stunned, "Is what you said true?" Dea asked in a whisper.

Masha enthusiastically nodded her head, "Relieve." The answer is sure.

Doubtful, Dea slowly raised her head to look at the mosque which is now showing a handsome man who has been a few days to make his heart restless. Handsome men with high charisma, full of the aura of someone who obeyed and became the dream of most women here.

"If.if I were close to God, would God give me a man I like?"

Masha answered positively, "In shaa Allah because your soul mate is a reflection of yourself. Therefore keep improving so that he also worried himself before you were met."

"Mirror of yourself?" Dea muttered in whisper.

Once again his eyes dimmed, displaying a beautiful face that was pale and pitiful, looking extremely desperate.

"Well, my soul mate is a reflection of myself." He said with a bitter smile, ah. how sad he was right now. He likes someone he shouldn't expect. Let alone hope, dreaming of Dea is not allowed because...

How could a man as perfect as him get Dea who is now transformed into a dirty girl. Even if Dea repents, Allah will never surrender His obedient servant to a despicable creature like Dea.

Of course, a man as perfect as he would get a perfect woman anyway. Inner Dea grimaced.

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Sapphira never knew if there was a day when she was very agitated. I don't know, he just wanted to walk faster to his destination. Despite having to listen to Mira's rant that had complained about how fast they were walking, Safira still did not care about it all. Because the only thing in his head right now was to find Gio and confirm whether this conjecture was right or wrong.

True, he suspected that there were two aldi oustads but this was only his hypothesis and had not received an answer.

"Safira, slow down or walk. It's the first fasted tea so our stamina has to stay awake." The stamina?

Why should you care? Isn't it another hour and a half they'll break open so it's fine to spend now. After all, when they break their power will turn back on their own so it does not need to mess around.

"Jalan aja Mira, do not have much to complain. Remember, it's the first day so have a lot of patience." Safira replied indifferently not too concerned with the discomfort of Mira behind.

Sapphira is actually no more, it's just that it's a little objective. Let's say they are fasting but before they have carried out the recommended sunnah-sunah fast. And when they fast sunah the work they do in the boarding school is quite heavy but to complain it is very difficult said lipped. But, when faced with the first fast of Ramadan today Mira suddenly complained. Of course Safira would not take it seriously.

"That's not complaining about it. Later if you walk in a hurry gini and hit people"

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Mira's words suddenly Safira bumped into someone who was a little familiar to her.

A strong arm restrained Sapphira's body from falling to the ground. "Astagfirullah, I'm sorry-" Safira apologized in a regretful tone, but before she could finish her sentence, her gaze suddenly fell on someone she hit.

His throat was suddenly choked to see a tall body figure with a handsome face that was quite friendly, clear glasses that looked dull yet quite graceful on his face. It looks so perfect!

Then, this incident seemed like a dejavu for both of them. It was exactly like this 2 years ago, when they first met each other. The first time they looked at each other and felt a heartbeat stir, it was the fondest memory the two of them would most not want to forget.

Both their eyes met, giving rise to a silent atmosphere that was silent but full of sweet feelings. The word that was originally thrown from the cleavage of their lips was suddenly restrained just like that. Giving their eyes and heart rate takes over their bodies completely, making them forget about the moving time.

"Aldo!" Their contact was immediately cut off and Sapphira quickly moved away from the strong arm that had hugged her. Both of his cheeks were red with the heat burning his face. Safira timidly lowered her head while recalling well the name of this person who had been 2 years he liked.

So, his name is Aldo! Inner Sapphira cheered after finding the answer.

Seriate...

Hoe?

Ok, happy Eid al-Adha, sorry to be born and to the inner. Maafin author yah who said almost 2 months. Well, so the reason the author says it is in the beginning of the author who suddenly fell ill for a few days. Then after two or three days of healing the author there is a UAS that is run for 2 weeks. The author thinks it is impossible dong author nulis while learning to repeat, right? Yes, the author really can not walk it so nulis postponed first. After two weeks of UAS, the author has a problem with the lecturer who is able to take additional author courses. Lecturer of Allah, may Allah open the door of his heart and give him guidance. The same problem he is almost a class that is not settled then be a resigned author, let God reply🤣. Running away from the college business, the author fell ill again and this hurt longer. Almost two weeks, this author still can not nyium anything and the author's tongue also can not taste any flavorings other than sweet, spicy and salty. Everything seems vague for the author if you eat again.

Tuh explanation, a really lively drama author labile this🤣🤣🤣. So do not on suudzon well author moved stall or stop writing this novel because the explanation is already author jabarin.

Okay, so from the author and see you in the next part 😘

Author labil

Lilii H.