Destiny Love Nirmala

Happiest

...Don't curse black too much. Because without black, white would be no more special....

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At half-five in the morning when people are still asleep. The girl, Nirmala, was pouring out her heart to the Owner of the universe. Stir all the pain and trials of a miserable life. The pain that persists has not been separated from his life. As if being a loyal friend who always accompanies and is reluctant to leave.

Drop by drop, tears shed. Dampen the stretched prayer mats, becoming silent witnesses of every piece of heart and prayer uttered. Knocking on the sky, expecting an abundance of affection from the Most Gracious. Owner of the heart of every human being, and He turns it upside down.

The divine thread of prayer and chanting, soaks the soul thirsting for the Grace of God. Every letter and every verse becomes a melting pot of all the anxiety that comes from the heart.

"Slave!! Why am I so addicted to the son of the unlucky bearer read the Qur'an?!" murmured Arman from behind the wall. Every morning he settles into the musala to listen to his daughter teach. "Ah... fuck!! I went back to my room, molasses!!"

Just walking a few steps, Nirmala's melodious voice came back. Arman fell silent, as if something was pulling his leg back to listen to Nirmala recite the Qur'an. "Ah....what's wrong with me, richly magic gini?!"

Arman walked backwards and put up an ear to catch the voice that had become an opium to him. There was a tranquility that he found during the temples of love that were miracles of the Apostle of God, chanted by the son he hated most.

Nirmala continued to read the Qur'an because she knew that Arman was eavesdropping. Behind Nestapa, there was a dash of happiness that God gave to the stray girl. God's Fairness to all His creatures.

Now the clock is showing five o'clock more. Nirmala stopped teaching because this morning she will follow the first day of the orientation of new students on her campus.

"Shadaqallahul 'Adziim..." Nirmala kissed the book of Muslims and then stored on the nightstand. Arman, realizing that Nirmala was done with her activities, hurried back to the room because he did not want Nirmala to catch him.

"Well, good thing I quickly went back to the room. Otherwise, where would I put my face?!" Arman rubbed his chest against the door leaf. "Later the big boy heads again, know his papa sneaks just to hear him salaried. My self-esteem may collapse!" Arman continued to talk to himself, dismissing all the kindness of his daughter for unreasonable reasons.

Nirmala sighed, a sweet smile rising from both corners of her lips. Why know Arman every morning to notice him, there is happiness in Nirmala's heart. "Allah is God, little by little You give guidance to the servant...."

The twenty-year-old girl folded the face she had worn. Mukena Azizah relics that she sewed and reattached using her hands. Although the shape is irregular, but for Nirmala has its own privileges.

After tidying up the musala, Nirmala rushed to the kitchen to cook rice and prepare breakfast for her father and twin brother. He cooked a simple dish learned from a food recipe book.

"Em.. the salt is just right," murmured Nirmala tasting her own cooking. "May papa and Nala like to have breakfast today." Nirmala gave a smile and raised all the food and arranged it on the dining table.

Although feeling tired, inevitably Nirmala had to clean the house without any room passed. Not knowing why, Arman did not want to hire a domestic assistant, even though the residence was large and spacious.

"Oh my God, it's six o'clock!" Nirmala hastened to finish her work. Because he didn't want to be late and get punished by the seniors on campus.

Fifteen minutes passed, Nirmala was ready with a white headscarf on her head. He checked the items he needed, worried that something was left behind. Last time he put a lunch box and tumbler for lunch. The black bag he hooked between his two shoulders. Now, he was preparing to meet the new day that awaited.

"Where are you going this morning blind carrying bags. Want to stop?" reprimand Arman who saw Nirmala with his backpack.

"Not Pa. today, the first day of ospek. Doain Nirmala yes Pa." Nirmala bowed, as usual, to the back of Arman's hand. "Nirmala departs, assalamu'alaikum...."

Although it sounded rude, but Nirmala was happy. Because it means the father is watching himself. "Not hunted Pa, but Nirmala brought stock." Nirmala continued walking because time kept rolling quickly.

"Let Pa, once the holy pretentious child can be muddy. 'Kan, peace will be our life!!" connect Nala with a mouth full of food. Not long after Nala chimed in Arman's words, her face flushed in pain with her hands hitting her chest repeatedly. That's because he's trapped by food in his mouth.

"What's wrong with you, son?" Arman immediately stood up and patted Nala on the nape. "Geez, you're choking." Arman pulled Nala down until the food that made her stuck out of the esophagus.

"Thank God," Arman gave his daughter drinking water. "Other times if you eat, don't say much" Arman said.

Nala belittles. "What the hell is Pa? I'm talking too 'could Papa talk!"

"Yes-yes dear..," Arman rubbed his daughter's back gently. "Yes, get ready! Papa anter you to campus," Arman told Nala. But the girl did not move out of her chair.

"Why else, son?" Arman stared at Nala's face that was bent with a pursed mouth. "Tell me Papa, what do you want?" ask Arman who seemed to understand that his favorite daughter was wanting something.

Conical lips, expand instantly. Nala shifted her chair, docked towards the teary-eyed man. He leaned his head while swaying spoiled. "Pa... Nala'll be twenty years old, you can have a SIM too."

"Yes... trus?" cut Arman who actually already knows where Nala talks to go.

"Buyin Nala car dong, Pa... Nala's embarrassed every day of Papa. These Nala samples are meledekin temen-temen use the term papi boy!"

Arman chuckled, "What car do you want, baby? Papa will buy it. Actually, Papa has a long plan to buy you a private car. But Papa thought, waiting for you to ask yourself Papa."

"What is it, Pa?" Nala's eyes sparkled happily.

Arman nodded. "Of course it's true, let's say what car you want to buy?"

Nala thought at a glance then smiled spoiled. "Any car, it's up to Dad. As long as the car is new and the color is red."

Arman grabbed his daughter's shoulders. "Well son.. tomorrow afternoon the car you want ... Make sure it is parked in front of the house. As long as you promise Papa...."

"What promise, Pa?" Nala's forehead shriveled.

"The promise that the value of this odd semester, must be superior to Nirmala. If you lose, Papa's car will sit for one month. How, deal?"

Nala's mouth sagged at Arman's challenge to her. "Yes, Pa. deal. Even if Nala loses, 'the car's only been confiscated for a month."

That's how Arman always indulges Nala with material. In contrast to Nirmala, who had to take pains to get something.

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