Brotherhood Idaman

The Part 14

Ahsan

After meeting the girl, everything went as usual. No one denies, the age like him is always haunted by the shadows of women, even though he looks sholeh from the outside but of course the desire to have a woman is there. It was just that all of it was still buried so deeply deep in the bottom of his heart.

Ahsan returned to his usual activities. Usually if the adrenaline and hormones are up, he will do more activity than usual, also exercise in the morning. As today, after putting the cake in the canteen, he immediately took ablution and ran to the mosque. With a dark green box glove complete with white cocoa he looked so shady and fresh.

His eyes briskly combed all over, who is his friend who today is absent is not superstitious.

After the tahajud merama'ah is finished, he approached the corner of the mosque and prayed again. This time is the prayer of repentance, and the prayer of the witir.

He prayed that God would always take care of him, and this worship service. Crying with his head lowered, begging for guidance to the Divine. He prayed that he would always be guided to continue to worship and be on the right path.

So heavy a trust that he carried, when he knew his heart began to do some work. Suppose late coming to the assembly of science, disappointing the teacher, not muroja'ah in one day, do not do dhikr morning and evening yesterday.Also the last, too much to see women.

Trust is never wrong shoulders. But trust will never be matched with a man. The match between them is 0%.

Ahsan actually knew about Laiqa. Long before she became a baby sitter Fattah. Umi Cahya, the baker who subscribed to that often told about his son. He said his son aspired to have pesantren, and had children who hafidz qur'an. Umi Cahya is happy to meet with customers like her, because she also has the same ideals. Build the widest possible Islamic civilization he can. One of them is by establishing a qur'an pesantren, and being as good as da'i for the family, home environment, and country. Make the best contribution with the source of the Quran.

In his life there were not many women he knew. Maybe a lot, but a young woman, labeled akhwat whose movements correspond to mar'atus sholihah, seems only Laiqa. The rest may be many, but never interact with it.

Ahsan stared at the prayer rug that lay in front of him. A moment later, he began to read Ta'awudz..

"A'udzubillahiminasyaitonirrojim.."

he closed his eyes as he began to read the quran of the letter of the Baqarah, which he had memorized outside his head with his distinctive baritone voice.

But keep on showing his smile.

His lips stopped, though,

"Astagfirullah..astagfirullah.." whispered 3 times.

His tongue feels increasingly stiff, verse that has been well embedded as if just passing and not attached as usual.

His heart has fallen in love ?

Really it?

Or it's just a momentary lust, either,

Ahsan hopes that if this is true in love or anything, it will not hit his mind and time. Now he hopes that there is a verse that passes between his muroja'nya, which makes him focus again.

Because falling in love with her is not that easy.

Also Ali Imran, still the sweetest in caressing and leading her into the serenity of her own heart.

He continued his muroja'nya seriously, and with closed eyes.

An hour later, he was startled by the morning sunshine that blinded his eyes, peeping through the windows of the mosque.

Ahsan immediately walked quickly to the boisterous dining room with the morning dhikr all the mahasantri there. He then mingled with others, finished his morning dhikr and hurried to enjoy breakfast. After that he decided to change clothes, take his bike, warm up for a while while waiting for the empty bathroom queue. He began to put on a headset, a favorite radio channel, and immediately boarded his bike around the neighborhood.

Coincidentally there was a show called a letter to someone on that radio station. An event that intends to convey a do'a or outpouring of heart for someone who can not be contacted anymore.

Ahsan was silent to hear a letter, he stopped the activity of shaking on a bicycle that was still speeding.

The contents of the letter are..

Maybe if this is true love, the desire to have that figure.

Let it be the sweetest secret between me and my Lord.

The Owner of Love

And let the shame live on, making good friends with the chants of the holy verses.

Until worship will not stop, although the passion may be increasingly becoming.

To you, whose face I can't see

Let only prayers stand before destiny.

I'll just follow where it's going to boil down.

Will my longing for sholihah's wife end at our meeting there?

Or will his plan be different...?

What I'm sure is, all the unintentionality of every encounter, is His plan.

Ahsan gulped, like all the feelings in his heart that were difficult to express even to himself, represented in the contents of the letter he had just heard.

What is all this..?

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