Eyza & Sarah (My dear Classmates, Marry Me!)

C-I-N-T-A

Three months later

I don't feel like I've been in school here for three months. My friends began to grow, from other classes were already many that I know. But it was only with Reno and Ujang that I became close friends.

Today I have Rohis after school. I've been participating in Rohis' extracurricular activities at this school for two months. Besides Rohis, I also participated in karate and basketball. Saturday I practice karate and Sunday basketball practice.

Very crowded my activities at school, understand I can at least stay at home without busyness.

"Today you didn't go straight home Za?" ask Reno to me.

"No, I have Rohis today."

"Oh, yes I forgot. Then I'll go back first, okay?"

"Okay Ren, be careful on the road!"

"Okay, God willing."

Reno also left me and Ujang, I happen to be with Ujang and I both follow Rohis so I can go home with Ujang.

"Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullohi wabarakatuh."

Salman said his greetings.

"Wa'alaikum salam warohmatullohi wabarokatuh," we answered simultaneously.

"Good afternoon all the sisters, still remain excited even though it has been scorching this way. Our Halaqoh event today will be presented by Ustadz Abdul Syukur. He is alumie Rohis and the coach of Rohis at this school, he will give a little tausiyah to all of us. God willing, what he will say will be very useful for us. Please Ustadz the time and place we please."

Salman invited Ustadz Abdul Syukur to join.

"If you look at Brother Salman cool as well, neat, clean. Yes eleven twelve is the same me, meaning comparable dong if I compete with him. Heumm is just a religious science that I have to add, let's not empty-puff rich cans of crackers in the stall. Once there, it's alot" I whispered in my heart.

"Eyza, are you tea daritadi watch Mr Ustadz speak or not? Abdi watch tea, your mind is rich everywhere" whispered Ujang near my ear, to my surprise.

"Astagfirullohal. Sorry, sorry... "

"Well, sisters. Now we get into something we've been waiting for. Love's.

C-I-N-T-A. Who doesn't love to be admired and watched? Everybody's happy. Humanely. Cinca, uh love."

Ustadz Abdul Syukur smiled at us. As if he was flirting, maybe one of us was in love, and one of those people was me hehehehe.

"OKAY. Continue yes! What is the definition of love itself? Mm mm.... Love is love. Love just needs the word love itself to define itself. Love is natural. But not taught. Be aware. But not informed. It is precisely the problem if he does not feel the name of love. Waduh, immediately buy the drug to the nearest pharmacy. If after 24 hours there is no change, call the doctor!" All the students who were present laughed heard joking Ustadz Abdul Syukur.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Okay, yes, do not over time ntar entry flies." The students laughed again.

"Catat the sisters. Must be remembered. Remember who we are, our goals, our position, and remember the boundaries and the signs!

Here we do not talk about whether dating is halal or haram. It's stale. And we also know that dating is 'not prohibited'. The forbidden approaches zina. Well, all means, media, in any form that can at any time lead us to adultery, are clearly prohibited. Zina eyes, zina heart, zina ears, zina intimate organs, zina fingers through chatan.

Here we are talking about the principle that we agreed in the beginning. Bite the principle firmly with the molars. Okay?!

Do not narrow the meaning just into the relationship between two innocent creatures and promised each other loyalty, sometimes cheating too. Ukhuwah is a bond of heart because of the similarity of belief. We are brothers in the love of God. We make love on God's love. The ukhuwah, the rope is the creed, and the throne is love. Cockwiiit. Cie.... Cie.... Who else is in love."

Ustadz teased us again, it was like a ripe tomato tastes my face.

"Turn to the discussion yes, do not over time fantasize!"

Ustadz Abdul Syukur looked at me, then smiled. Maybe he knew I was in love.

"Love in a good way, which God desires. Barakah. To be blessed by Allah. Not acted. Can we make a difference between love and lust?" the students were nodding their heads, some were just silent yet to understand.

"In the Islamic Ukhuwah. We are like one body. One pain, all feeling the same pain. One is sick, the other is medicine. Ukhuwah Islamiyah is mutually reinforcing. Advise each other in truth and patience. Love each other properly and well.

'There is no perfect faith among you so that he loves his brother fellow Muslims, as he loves himself' Hadith History of Bukhari and Muslim.

Ustadz Abdul Syukur ended his tausiya. The students smiled to themselves after hearing that, could it be that I was not the only one in love fever?

The students took turns out of the musholla, they went back to their homes. There are also those who have not returned home still waiting for the ashar prayer time which is only fifteen minutes away.

I sat in front of the musholla. Thinking about the tausiyah that was just delivered by Ustadz Abdul Syukur. It really does get in the heart.

"If the time comes, I will immediately justify you Brother Sarah," my inner self.

"Assalamu'alaikum Eyza's. You haven't come home yet? Your friends are home!" Sister Sarah's greeting to me makes me surprised, it feels like my heart will be dislodged if I can not stand the rest of the energy I have.

"Wa-wa'alaikum greetings Kak. Yes, I am still in school. Hahaha kidding!"

" Hehe... Kirain really," replied Brother Sarah then smiled at me.

"Oh my God, that's a smile. I want to go to school" I murmured in my heart.

"Oh, yes Eyza. If you do not have any more activities, how about you join us the manager of Rohis. We want to discuss the art show later, for extra-curricular representatives Rohis, what do we want to show? Maybe you have an idea," asked Ka Sarah to me, of course I will not waste this opportunity, let's say Maghrib home too.

"Okay, sister, I can!" my answer.

"OKAY. Then we gather in the school hall, yes, there are already many who gather there."

"Yes, I'll be there!"

"OKAY. I first yes, assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salutations."

Brother Sarah also left me who was excited.

"Yes, yes, yes.... Thank you God. You also gave this opportunity, the opportunity to be with him, even if only for meetings," I said excitedly.

"But by the way where is Ujang? Tumben-tumbenan ninggalin. But it's important now that I have a chance to see Ka Sarah again."

Until I finally got to the school hall, and then immediately I said my regards.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum greetings, enter Za, friends already in the know right? This is Eyza, a first-class boy, and he's an active member of Rohis. I deliberately invited him here so that he could also give ideas, for an art show later." Brother Sarah let me in. I also entered the hall timidly, knowing only I was first class here, the others second and third grade, because it had not yet held a meeting with the first class Rohis members.

"Well, to shorten the time immediately, I guess friends have an idea what is it for us to show at the art show later?" Sarah began the conversation.

"Do you have any idea what Eyza is?"

"What yes? If I asked what idea? I also don't know, my idea is good. Because I also just joined Rohis."

"Yes, it's okay you call your idea what? Who knows, it could be an input for us-us."

"What if you bring Nasyid songs or other religious-themed songs? Let me use the guitar. Thank God I can play the guitar" I replied a little quivering because this is the first time I discussed with Sister Sarah and her friends.

"Good idea, how about you sing Sarah? You can sing" Salman agreed to my idea.

"This is really, I'm accompanying Sister Sarah singing, am I not having stage fright later?" whispered in my heart.

"How's Sarah?" ask Salman again to Brother Sarah.

"OKAY. All right, I'm singing!"

"Are you ready, Eyza, to accompany Big Brother in singing?" ask Sarah to me.

"Ready Brother!" I replied with a heart that kept beating fast.

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