CHASING THE PEARL OF HEAVEN

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Allahumma Shalli'alaa Sayyidina Muhammad

Wa'alaa Alihii sayyidina Muhammad

Azam parked his car in Prof's yard. Yasins. In front of the door stood a wise figure who welcomed Azam's arrival. Together with a man wearing typical batik clothing Pekalongan. Azam throws greetings while riding the steps in an elegant style. After feeling stale about Azam's obstacles on the road, the respected professor introduced Azam to Yasmi's father, Mansyur Aswajdi, who worked as an aircraft mechanic in Abu Dhabi.

The middle-aged man shook his hand steadily, not even awkwardly embracing Azam's shoulder as long as they stepped into the dining room. Many ask about Azam's interest in airplanes.

"I'm not good at operating, just a prank collecting miniatures only"

Whether Azam is low or lying, both are not an obstacle because of another Mansyur answer.

"It doesn't matter Azam, the important thing is that you remain the ideal son-in-law"

Laughing, the man replied. Not paying attention to the face of Azam who suddenly became stressed.

Alamak, not yet what - what is under pressure. Azam tried to smile as a sign of politeness, but what appeared was a bitter smile.

Wife Prof. Yasin was seen in the dining room arranging fruit into large dishes and containers.

"Well, our special guest has arrived? Let's go in, Azam boy, dinner's ready"

Koar Khadijah, waving at the men to occupy their respective places.

Azam nodded and smiled briefly, even to Yasmin who put down the final bowl of soup.

The girl wears pink, nude Phasminya in such a beautiful layout above the head. Sweet too, knot Azam. But no interest was caught.

Profs. Yasin sat on the host's chair, patting Azam on the back.

"Yasmin who cooks all this, special cuisine for Azam cuisine that has been busy teaching all day. Said"

Everyone laughed, but the sentence was clearly wrong. The truth is a whole day of chasing a woman.

Profs. Yasin is back.

"Well, what do you think? Will my niece's skills get her out of qualifying?"

Azam groaned in his heart, without a lot of words to bring rice on his plate. Choose a little menu maybe so he can go home quickly. Nobody talks much except Prof. Yasin continued to praise that Yasmin's cuisine was delicious.

Mansyur touched Azam's silence.

"You know, son, that ever since he went to college where you taught, he's shown an interest in you"

the sentence did not surprise Azam, because he saw clearly how the girl felt to him.

"To be honest I've never heard anything from Yasmin, but Yasin's sister talks a lot about you, about Yasmin's closeness to you, about your relationship"

Azam showed how unhappy the choice of diction was. Relationships in what circle? Muslim relations or social relations?

Azam cleared his throat, put down his fork.

"Sorry, but I see there's a misunderstanding here"

Not just Azam, prof. Yasin and his wife and Mansyur also put the tableware. Yasmin's? The girl was busy with her thoughts. Azam was sure Yasmin understood his point, rejection. Yasmin knew from the beginning that Azam had rejected his uncle's offer.

Mansyur raised an eyebrow.

"Mistake understandings? What would I have misunderstood from my brother's story?"

"About my relationship with Yasmin. That there's nothing more in our relationship, we're just friends"

Disappointment is clearly reflected in the eyes of Prof. Yasins.

"Don't you say Yasmin is a good girl? What is it less for you, Khairul Azam? She comes from a distinguished family, a college education, beautiful, good religion!"

"Because I have a wife, you know it's Professor"

Sahut Azam's.

"Wait a minute, brother, what does all this mean? You said he was going to propose to my daughter tonight? You asked me to come home just to hear this shit!"

Profs. Yasin did not criticize his sister's protest, still busy with Azam's bead.

No emotions, Azam remained calm.

"I'm grateful your niece harbors feelings for me, because that means I'm not as bad as I thought I was. But it's a shame that I let you down, Professor. Because someone I have tied up with the qobul ijab I will not let go again. Forever my responsibility"

Profs. Yasin cacao - cachet.

"You're so naive Azam, you don't want to admit that you've been dumped by him!"

A stiff smile appeared on Azam's lips, irony over Prof's diction. Yasins. Dumped.

"Then I'm more unwilling to lie to myself by continuing what you started. I'm sorry, but from the beginning I was sure the Professor knew what I was doing"

Azam stood facing Mansyur.

"Thank you uncle for this delicious dinner. Assalamualaikum"

"Mas...Mas Azam's...!"

In order to stop the sound, Azam stopped.

"Mas, can't that chance be for me?"

"I'm a married man!"

"You can marry one, two, three or four women___"

Azam groaning.

"You're wrong, don't fuck me with polygamy. One day I will be held accountable. What else is it?"

Strange, hearing the love statement from the other woman's mouth, while the woman who missed him was busy denying death - the death of his presence.

Azam swept the alroji, then looked at Yasmin's bead which was now spitting out a circle of tears. Oh, it's not good to see a woman crying, especially you're the cause.

"You're a good girl, but I'm not your soul mate. I am not destined to go beyond what I am capable of. For God knows that I cannot do justice. So he outlined to me only one, and so did you. Look for Yasmin, someday you'll find".

"Assynoltom..."

...****************...

Akbar Simanjuntak room is one of the special rooms in their luxurious house. When Azam pulled the door, his stepfather's face automatically lifted from his busy reading the newspaper. Night - night like this? that's right.

"Hi son"

His request, but Azam did not want to speak - stale.

The man immediately sat down on the chair opposite Sam, folding both his hands on his chest. The style is arrogant not playing, Sam has not seen the characteristic for a long time.

"You must have urgent business if you take the time to visit me"

Azam silently heard Sam's analysis first.

"Say, what can I do to remove that frown on your forehead?"

Azam snorted, trying to relax by placing his head on the back of a chair that rotated in all directions.

"Not much, I just want Dad with me and my mom to a house"

Sam put down the cup and the newspaper. After marrying his mother, Sam's lifestyle changes. No wine accompanied the man's solitude. And that cleanliness will be a mockery - Azam teasing when Mood with his stepfather. Yeah, his stepfather. Beyond Azam's expectations.

Sam sleeps his laptop and stares seriously at Azam so deeply. Let's guess - guess the direction of the conversation.

"And then?"

"I want to propose to a woman"

His stepfather leaned his head against the chair, exactly Azam style. While taking a breath.

"Well son, you're full of surprises"

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