Falling In The Hugs of the Earth

Chapter 6

"Take care of your heart, Syifa!" inner Syifa encouraged herself. "You must not misunderstand before hearing all directly from Fadil" His mind tries to continue to seek a defense.

"You must be in shock to hear that, right?" Fatimah asked after seeing Syifa

"Ah, yes" Syifa nodded, smiling clumsily.

"I guessed it. I still can't believe we are either..." Fatimah did not continue her words. He was too happy to decide to keep his head down and blush. As if preoccupied with his own happiness, Fatimah completely ignored the change in Syifa's attitude.

"When are you getting married?" Syifa asked after desperately strengthening her heart. He could not see Fatimah's cheek. His mind was filled with a million questions, his heart was in a frenzy, his entire body felt trembling. He cursed his mouth for asking a question that he himself was not ready to hear the answer.

"The Shawwal" Frankly Fatimah did not know when she would get married. Because Fadil only came to propose, there was no discussion about their marriage. But Fatimah was sure. If Fadil would marry her in Shawwal.

"May?" Sentak Syifa did not believe

Fatimah nodded steadily. It was as if he was writing destiny.

"Three more months?" Syifa's voice trembled. The slump was all over his body. His learning spirit was scorched unceremoniously. Her pupils widened, holding back the cry as hard as she could. "I went to the roof for a while" he replied after seeing Fatimah's nod. He ran with a cry on his cheek.

Fatimah who saw Syifa coming out of the room could only smile. He thought that Syifa had gone to the roof to call the family, telling them she had reached her destination. It is commonly done by ustadz-ustadzah in Al Madani.

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"Three months you're married? But why didn't Fadil say anything? Why would Fadil lie to me with a dreadful seduction he had? Or am I too stupid to believe his words and promises? Am I not meaningful in his life? Do I deserve to be dumped like this?" Syifa was saddened to remember the past year. There are so many questions that fill every corner of Syifa's mind.

Drt. drt..

Syifa took the phone in her pocket. His hands trembled to see who was contacting him. He was afraid that Fadil would contact him to stick a dagger with the same news as he had heard before. But the other side of the heart demands an explanation for why this happens.

Drt. drt. a short message he received.

"Thank God, baby. Miss you. 5 Minutes can cure my heart"

Syifa's anger was ignited after reading the contents of the message. Deftly Syifa replied to Fadil's message

"There's enough bases, Mr. Fadil. You're liar!"

While Fadil looks frustrated after reading the contents of a short message from his heart adoration. He knew that, sooner or later Syifa would receive the news. And what makes Fadil even more weak is the fact that Syifa knew it not from his explanation, but from Fatima. Given how his nature, Fadil can already guess if there are spices that accompany his story.

"You misunderstood me, Syifaku. Let me explain what happened"

Syifa pensively read the reply to the message she received. He questioned the 'misunderstanding' that Fadil meant. Heart's split. The good side says believe in Fadil because all this time he never denied what he said. The other side said that he was the one who misunderstood Fadil's good attitude.

"Let's talk after your heart's embers have subsided. This problem can't be tackled with anger, honey. Whatever you'll hear later, I beg you to trust me."

Syifa smiled wryly. "Come, Syifa! From the reply you understand. If that guy knows you've heard a lot. Enough is enough to continue to fall asleep, Syifa" His mind continues to rage. "Trust him, Syifa. It's both problems, not just you! To stay together, you need to accompany and complete her heart's puzzle. Not by prioritizing selfishness" The other side condemns his anger that is easily ignited.

After fifteen minutes of silence on the roof, Syifa decided to return to the room after calming down the waves of her heart with a lot of istighfar. He made sure there was no trace of crying in his eyes. Just as he turned around, there was Mutia who appeared behind the door coming over.

"Are you well, Syifa?"

Syifa who was still in shock regarding Fatimah's proposal only nodded and smiled faintly.

"Cock Cie anyway?"

"Cie, who's in the air of ustadz Fadil"

Deg.

How did Mutia know about her relationship with Fadil? During this year, Syifa and Fadil never showed that they were lovers. Everything is neatly stored. Only Fadil and Syifa know. Even his family does not know.

Seeing the confusion in Syifa's face, Mutia laughed loosely.

"You know what, Syifa? The whole santri is stirring with news between you and ustadz Fadil."

"Why are we? What happened while I was home?"

"You don't know?"

Syifa shook her head quickly. His soul thrashed to be satisfied. "What's really going on?"

"I think you've heard that when you're sick, Fadil's ustadz is the most panicked and worried. Although there are many santri, he paced back and forth at the pesantren Clinic to continue to monitor your situation directly. And don't forget, too, if he's the one who carried you into the ambulance when he wasn't self-conscious"

"I'm unconscious?" Syifa was surprised because as she remembered, she was only limp due to the lack of fluids.

"Jeez, Syifa. So you're really not aware of-"

"Aware what?" cut Syifa fast

"Much"

"What?"

Mutia exhaled slowly.

"Many, Syifa. One of them you are always on the same notice ustadz Fadil! Let alone when you are sick, you are healthy and aware will be noticed. Especially when you are unconscious"

"I think, if there is unconscious santri it will be the attention of all students, Mutia."

"You're right, Syifa. That's why you're right." Mutia nodded reverently. "But look now. On the roof of the building opposite" Mutia averted her gaze. Syifa who had turned her back immediately turned her back to see what was on the roof there.

Over there. On the roof of the building opposite. There was a young man with a dark brown glove and white Koko bone. Attached a turban on the neck with an elongated light brown pattern. He's short-lived. Look straight ahead. Fadils.

"Did you see, Syifa? He's watching you!"

Syifa. Although what Mutia said was true and made her heart happy, she still shook her head. Take out the PD in his head.

"Good, Syifa! Her hands were short, folded forward" Mutia also folded her hands as if mimicking what Fadil was doing. "That means, he's sitting there not to call or do any other work. But he is focusing on you. I'll bet you, the look is worried about you"

Syifa just left. He did not want to hear Mutia's explanation any longer.