CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli 'ala Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii Sayyidina Muhammad

There is nothing more healing than time and prayer. Azam felt the efficacy of how the combination of the two successfully embroidered his wounds and no longer tattered camping. The presence of Seruni made his life needle work again. The presence of Seruni made Azam's orientation come to life.

Azam decides to reconcile with his past, leaving his grief behind and throwing his hatred into the abyss. He wants to live happily like everyone else in general. Azam gave it all up and changed it for something better.

Azam used to be tormented and restrained because he did not sincerely accept destiny. Fate and fate are two different things. Destiny is the absolute judgment that God wills, but man is never destined to be in the same place. They have legs to run, but if they can't crawl. For hijrah.

Azam stood in front of the mirror, a tie dangling on the side of the neck. Azam too enjoyed where his imagination dodged far away, reaching out to the pseudo-shadows that never seemed to get out of his mind. Yes, Asha is the only chain that's waiting. The key was thrown away to an unnamed island. Making him locked up with no way for him to escape. Asha stole everything and carried half her heart.

"You should do this job!"

Azam muttered.

Three years isn't enough time to end? Azam smiled wryly, no matter how he shouted to the corners of the world, Asha would never appear. The woman disappeared, the pearl that fell to the bottom of the sea was impossible to find. But at least Azam had tried to search, dive and eventually run out of breath. Choose to return to the surface and intend to forget the pearl.

Then, the soft voice behind his back scattered all his daydreams.

"How do you deal with this even semester exam?"

Azam saw the figure of Seruni behind the reflection of his glass, smiling beautifully and dimpled cheeks was a panacea for Azam.

"There's no special trick, it all goes like I started. For I believe that God has given them the ability to act and to digest. I'm just delivering"

Seruni nodded wearing the Azam tie as usual.

"May Allah carry out all your affairs"

And Azam believed as much as a mother should be.

The transformation of Khairul Azam is very significant. Azam now teaches at a renowned University in Jakarta. At Ushuludin's faculty, Azam believed in teaching Tafsir and Hasdist. While he studied S3 by studying Kalam at UIN Sunan Ampel, no wonder if he drives a jeep route Jakarta - Surabaya 2 times a week.

Azam chose his future. As Seruni said; hijrah, to whom you believe to be the way to the pleasure of God. Azam no longer wanted to deny time, everything must go according to the nature of human birth to earth.

Now Azam is not a member of intelligence who carries a gun, now he always carries a backpack containing laptops and books. Also as teaching materials. Azam is known as a young lecturer who fashionble, accept open discussions with students, genius, and the firm attitude of his judges can not fade at any time. Cold remains a part of him, Azam just doesn't like how people try to attract his attention. Although his name became one of the most famous teaching staff among female students, it did not make him happy at all.

A fact that Azam has a Master of Management title from the United State makes many people shake - geleng. They regret the choice even though with the provision Azam could become a President Director in an international company, or able to establish his own business.

Azam through inner war left his union and accepted Abi's offer of teaching at a University. Of course the important decision was not taken for granted, Azam had gone through the prayer of istikharah several times to convince his decision.

This morning Azam was driving with Murattal Sheikh Mishary Alafasi Musshaf. Sending surah for the sake of surah in the scriptures, he occasionally participated in singing it. While driving, Azam dialed Elhakim's number. Confirming something that has been considered all night.

"Yes Bang?"

Elhakim's voice was clear.

Azam wears his headset.

"Go home Judge, you don't have to look for him in the harbor. I'll tell Hamzah to stop his search at every airport and train station"

No word, silence for a few seconds.

"Judges? you listening?"

Elhakim's voice was sounding weak.

"Whatever I promised you would help, I'll find it___!"

Assertive Azam, but his voice remains friendly.

With a deep breath, Elhakim knew very well how eager a Khairul Azam would be to find his wife again. He wanted to help just as Azam had helped his family a lot.

"Betul Bang, when you ask me to choose your choice then I do with pleasure"

"I won't pick you, Judge. Because I'm not a lead who can direct you well. But I'm sure, you're the best in the force. Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow you'll take my stepfather's place".

Azam heard Elhakim chuckle across and say thank you very much - a lot.

The judge cleared his throat when Azam asked him to come home.

"Bang, remember that something lost will come back at a time we never thought we would. You told me among the burning ruins of my house. I just want you to not stop hoping"

"Well, you made me look sentimental to the judge. Now quickly pack your things and get back to the force"

Then the connection was closed when the Judge agreed, leaving Azam's heart empty at his own request.

Can Azam stop? Stop, forget Asha. Azam tried to remain determined by the future which is still a shadow.

After driving for almost 2 hours, Azam finally arrived at the campus parking lot. At first glance the man glanced at the alroji and jumped down from his jeep.

"Mas Azam!"

Azam piqued near the Tarbiyah faculty due to the sunburn.

Alif, student of Tafsir Attend semester 6 ran over to him. Waving some paper.

"Mas, this is the sheet of the seminar the other day that LDM members discussed; about the importance of the true hijab for Muslim women. Seminars are open to all groups, be it students or middle students. We've already spread the pamphlet"

Azam read the sheet, nodding.

"Then?"

"We want to invite Azam mas and the Dean sir as the filler and the person in charge of the event. Incidentally mas Azam contributed the mind in this preparation. Tomorrow is Tuesday at 8, not the Azam mas event traveling to Surabaya, right?"

Azam allowed some of his closest students to call him that, even some of the closest ones greeted him with Bang.

"No, but I have a discussion with the prof. Yasin tomorrow afternoon"

Azam checked his agenda.

"Well, the event will be a great success if mas Azam contributes"

Azam thought.

"I'll inform you of the decision by noon"

Alif's face was radiant.

"Alright, Lecturer, we are waiting for good news from you. Have a nice day"

Azam smiled faintly as Alif left her.

Azam knew how to please others, learned to listen to what they really wanted. Evolution is hard no matter how hard he starts.

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