Destiny Love Rianti

13. Istikharah Love

Throughout the journey I could not focus my mind. This raga was at the wheel but my soul was hovering somewhere in the direction.

Hafizh's sudden appearance is still clearly in my memory. Can't be strung even though time is spinning very fast. Make this heart more riled up is not careless.

There was no sign of Hafizh storing up a taste for me. We all went through like mediocre people. There are no special romantic things we have ever experienced.

He rarely even looks at me. Although sometimes I catch him, but he immediately tepis. He is very close to women, so which direction does that feel coming from? I don't know if I'm confused...

My mind is too tired to think about this. Between yes or no. Let it flow as it is. In the meantime, I will do a lot of Istikharah prayers. Because the mother said first, it is not good to refuse a proposal. But I don't expect to be applied again.

Fyeuh...

I'll drive the car to my house immediately. Neither Ani nor the children were aware of the restlessness of my heart. They are busy with their own thoughts.

After arriving home. I'll drop this body onto the living room couch. A little release the self-numbing fatigue. The children also dropped down on the side while spoiling in my arms.

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The night is getting late. The children had already sailed in their beautiful dreams.

While I was still staring at the ceiling of the room where the children were sleeping.

A prolonged restlessness that made me unable to sleep. Remembering the figure of the man who made this heart gnawed.

[Ahh mas Hafizh, why do you have to come at a time when the heart is too disappointed in a creature called a man. Why, why and why] My mind started to fumble.

[Maybe the Sunnah Witir prayer can make this heart calmer] I thought.

I get up and get out of bed. Step towards ablution. And perform the three raka'at Sunnah prayers.

I immerse myself in the solemnity of facing my Lord. Tears instantly trickled down, adding to the martyrdom of this meeting.

Put out all the flavors buried in the chest. Truly, it is only to Him where I complain.

Do'a for the sake of do'a I chant, hoping that the owner of love hears every sorrow that I cannot endure alone.

Begging for guidance on my way of love, hoping that this love is anchored to the right heart.

Mohammad Hafizh Prasetya, I mentioned the name to Rabbku, at his request.

Ask and beg for answers, whether he is the right place for this settled heart.

If yes, then my prayer, grow great confidence in my heart to accept it as a healing wound in this heart.

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Time passes quickly. Not feeling the sun began to show its beautiful light in the eastern horizon. The cold that felt now began to change warm because of the exposure of the light.

The day off greeted us again. Unlike the holidays yesterday, on this holiday, me, the children and also Mbak Ani choose to exercise together in the park that is not too far from home.

We walked to the park. Passing through several houses including luxury homes owned by Mbak Brenda.

Mr. Wahyu, the security guard waved his hand at us. In the yard of the house also seen Mbok Darmi who was busy watering every plant that adorns the yard of the house.

While the owner of the house is invisible, because it has been a month more Brenda out of the area to widen his business fields.

"Ummi, if there is no look at us well," asked Syamil.

"Dad, even though every holiday, surely om Hafizh come ummi, kok this does not exist yah," Fatih said.

Hearing the babbling of the children, instantly this heart thumped at the name. Is this a hint from God, or just a casual shock.

"Maybe his Hafizh om is busy again son, husduzon just yeah? Come play again" I replied to the children as I asked them to run around.

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The children are still chasing each other. Ani's mother is seen carrying baby Syaqilla on a walk around the crowded park filled with visitors. And I chose to sit on a park bench not far from the children, next to me baby Zeze sleeping in her baby stroller.

While relaxing I took my salary, opened my WA application. There were a lot of messages coming in.

Twenty messages from the alumni group, one message from an unlisted number in my salary, and three messages from the man whose name haunted me last night.

Mas Hafizh, the man sent me a message for the first time via WhatsApp. I was curious to open the message immediately.

[Today I went to Bandung, to take care of the hospital and some of my restaurants there. About a week. Say hello to children] first message mas Hafizh.

[Your answer is still waiting. No need to rush, because I know the decision taken in a hurry is not good. So, think to the limit that you want Rianti. I will wait for] a second message from him.

[There's no need for you to return my message. If you have the answer someday. Then reply to my message with the word Yes or No. I'll understand that answer. If your answer is yes, then I will immediately justify you, otherwise there will be no choice but to find your replacement].

A little happy because Mas Hafizh told me about him. Things he never did, it feels awkward but able to make these lips review a smile.

Is this really the answer? I still doubt, let time be answered. Hafizh gave me unlimited time to think.

Seriate....