CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Bismillah Hirrahmaa Nirrahiim

Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa 'Aalihi Sayyidina Muhammad

Asha and Alifah were feeding a bunch of hungry gorame fish that were blasting on the surface of the pond water. Seeing cold water and fish in the pond can indeed make the mind calm and cheerful.

"Mbak Asha is an example of a woman of perfect quality. Good at religion and easy to socialize. I want to learn a lot from Asha. But unfortunately our time is up....?!"

"Subhanallah, sincerely your words Al and thank you for your praise, but you forget that I am also a human being close to khilaf and mistakes..."

Alifah moved beside Asha with a little caution because the moss they stepped on was very slippery.

"Yes, man cannot be separated from mistakes and sins, but the woman is Ummul Ummah and mbak Asha is included in his golongannya because mbak willing to fight to give us knowledge in the current science crisis era...!"

"Whatever it is Shukron Alhamdulillah Al, may your praise be a do'a and will not make me soar. Ma'am will always pray for you to become a woman of prayer and filial to parents...?!"

The speech was in Amini Alifah.

"Oh yes mbak, when will Asha graduation be...?"

"Insha Allah next month Al..."

"Then.mbak can already open dong practice!"

"It's not that easy, Al, I still want to learn a lot. There is an offer to work at a Hospital, a tempting offer for mbak. Because in addition to channeling this little bit of my knowledge, I can also help my fellow humans. Is it not as good as humans are humans who can be useful for others?"

Alifah was further amazed by the soft words that came out of Asha's mouth.

"Why do you want to be a doctor?"

"Since childhood, I have always wanted to be a doctor. Treating the sick or injured. The desire just appeared, without any encouragement from anyone. Then mbak do not want to lose mind - mind, when SMA mbak always pursue the science that leads to medicine. Like Biology, Chemistry, or Mathematics. Thank God, everything is made easy by Allah. Ma'am does not want to waste the opportunity that has been given by God, of course the power of do'a is the most important...!"

Alifah looked at the beautiful girl next to him without hiding a twinkle of admiration.

"If Alifah has graduated from the boarding school, the first person Al is looking for is Asha's mother. Al wants to continue his education, of course, with the help of theories from the Asha madam...!"

Alifah can always make Asha smile with her positive energy.

"Without Alifah asking, the door of the house will always be open for you Al...!"

"Jazaakulullahu khoiron...!"

The girl nodded, Asha smiled as she spread the popen to the corner of the pool after Alifah's departure due to her obligations as a santri. After making an appointment with Alifah that Asha should not go first before the final lesson bell rings. After all Fahmi is still on the pedestrian towards Ashabul Kahfi Pondok Pesantren, he must enjoy his last seconds.

"Abi said you're going home today?"

Asha spoke Istigfar with the voice of Azam who almost threw it into the fish pond. Asha did not want to look, the girl knew Azam was behind her back. Afraid that her decision to go home two weeks early was not done, because Asha was resigned to their feelings and relationships in the future.

"Yes.I'm waiting for Fahmi...!"

"Why do you want to go home suddenly...?"

Azam's voice seemed to come from another dimension, where it might be until Asha's heart forgot about it.

"You can't continue the project at Telihan, can you?"

"There's a leaf falling over your head..."

He said while showing the leaves, with them looking up to look at the tree that had dropped the leaves. As if they had an invisible bond, the two looked at each other channeling a far-reaching sense of pent-up.

"You're easily smiling Asha, making me jealous of that. Why are you doing it so easily?"

Asha retorted by pulling a dry leaf perched on the tip of Azam's hair, then grasping it as if it were Azam's heart and happiness.

"For I have love..."

Once again Azam was like a rock destroyed by weathering the weather.

"Do you think love is important...?"

"Yes.it is very important as Bismilbornrahmaanirrahiim...!"

"You mean the beginning of Basmalah and the end of Shadaqallahul'azdim...?!"

Asha knew that Azam's person who is difficult to touch love, then obviously the girl's honey eyes narrowed. Azam's tone was intolerable. Azam as a Muslim does not understand the morality of something he hates. Like the bitter medicine prescribed by God contains healing. Azam's habits must be kept in the know slowly. Both in channeling facts and opinions, the young man must still feel appreciated.

"When we're going to eat, say Basmalah. Before going to bed, say Basmalah. Intend to say also Basmalah, even when a Muslim proposes to his lover must also start Basmalah before reciting his hijab. That is the manifestation of our love for HIM, with Basmalah. Basmalah accompanies all the good deeds of Azam...!"

"Mama told me many wise stories and thoughts, one that I remember very well is the story of Muhammada Ibrahim Mubarrak concluded that what is called love is a feeling of out-of-will because of strong attraction to someone..."

Asha took a deep breath for a moment while nodding - nodding.

"Hmmm.perhaps that is the most rational definition of the feeling of love..."

Asha's smile suddenly faded when she noticed Azam's intense gaze on her.

"Why? Is there something wrong with my words?"

Azam raised his head and turned his gaze.

"No.., it's okay - what!"

Azam was sure that the girl would never know if Asha had slowly led her soul back to the light.

"The aspen leaves are also one of the good things that God has planted in this world. Pretty, right?"

Asha stretched out her palm until the aspen leaf fell down, her smile cracking.

"Beautiful..."

Azam agreed Asha Azzaliyah Zahrah as beautiful as a natural painting.

Husain Fahmi was there, seeing and hearing firsthand the interaction between his cousin and his friend. The cup in his hand suddenly shook, but his heart was more shaken. The eyes behind the glasses closed and tried to calm his heart. Why is it so painful to hear the talk of sincere love flowing between them?

Fahmi gripped where his heart beat, if he remained standing for a while then he was not sure he would be able to survive. Fahmi finally felt how bitter the heartbreak was. His love had to run aground before he could even begin.

"It all comes from my heart and I can't fight it, Asha. I choose to love you with his worries. And now I've been to pieces because of you..."

Happy Ramadhon reader's...who are you on?Azam or Fahmi?

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