Falling In The Hugs of the Earth
Chapter 7
Fadil who caught the figure of Syifa returned to the pesantren, immediately ran towards the roof of the building. He knew Syifa would go to the roof across the street to inform her family as they had. He had to make sure with his own eyes that the shifa was okay.
"Ah, he finally came too" Fadil murmured after barely 30 minutes of waiting.
He further sharpened his gaze after seeing Syifa cupped her hands to her face. Although the distance between the roofs of the building is almost 500 meters apart, Fadil can still see clearly how Syifa gelagat there. "Don't cry, honey. Please!" Jemari Fadil nimbly pressed the call button for someone across there. Once. Twice. Many times he tried to contact Syifa but always refused.
"Thank God, baby. Miss you. Just 5 minutes can heal my heart" a message he sent. Fadil was worried that Syifa was crying because she was still sick. When he saw Syifa's body cupped his hands, Fadil concluded that the girl was crying. Although Fadil did not see his tears directly.
Her smile expanded as Syifa typed something on the other end.
"There's enough bases, Mr. Fadil. You're liar!"
"Liar?" Fadil's forehead shrunk to read his Syifa's message. "What does that mean?"
Fadil had not yet written a reply, he had received the next message. "If you want to marry Fatimah in Shawwal, then it's good to end this relationship now. Don't mind me. Because you never really cared"
Fadil's eyes are reddened. He was angry that he had hurt Syifa. Syifa was crying because of pain but not on her body, but on her mind. Applying secretly his best friend is enough to hurt, let alone marry. "Married?" Mumbled. "Wait first? This shawl?"
Fadil smiled cynically when he realized that the phrase 'married this Shawwal' was the spice of Fatimah's speech.
"You misunderstood me, Syifaku. Let me explain what happened" Even though Fadil knew that she was disappointed, he had to make sure that Syifa was the only one he loved.
"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." Since there was no reply, Fadil briefly looked straight ahead. Seeing the Temple sitting in contemplation. Fadil knows, if he is crying disappointed.
"Who is he?" Fadil muttered after seeing someone coming near Syifa.
"No!" Seeing Syifa who left just made him limp. "What are you talking about until Syifa seems even more angry? What am I supposed to do?" Fadil rubbed his face rough.
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"Rilex, Syifa! Remember that? Fadil said it was a misunderstanding and kept believing in him" Syifa muttered as she entered the room. This room is one of his favorite spots in the pesantren. However, at least since an hour ago, this room seemed crowded. Because he had to cry silently so as not to disturb others.
"Shyfaaaa!" Call Fatimah
"Hm" Syifa was still hesitant to open her voice. Or rather not ready to be caught hoarse because of crying.
"Have you prepared it?"
Syifa's eyebrows are shrinking. "What?"
"Don't tell me you forgot? The day after tomorrow there is an exhibition of literary works in the general Mading, loh!"
"Geez!" Syifa patted her forehead indicating she forgot
"I've made. You wanna see?" Fatimah handed him a piece of paper.
...At that time, **c*** there are enough heavens to know how I ask. God knows how to force me. Suffice the universe to understand what it is like to admire a servant*....
...So let... This time I write about you here. About hopefully what I repeated until the universe gave me because I had no choice. About the joy, joy, gratitude, patience, which God gave you and yourself as a cause....
...So let... I stretch my hand to receive your body. I offer my sincere do'a to dive into my longing. Even I prepare my heart so that later I will be the best jewelry for you....
...Uhibopen File,...
...~F~...
Syifa smiled bitterly. In addition to the content of the literature, the initials of the author are also very clear to whom. "Good!" Say Syifa quietly
"thank you. You're not curious who I'm addressing?"
Syifa. Without asking, he knew.
"Oh my goodness, Syifa. Of course for my future husband" Reply Fatimah after seeing his head bobble.
Deg.
The word 'husband' really made Syifa's heart split. Whatever happens in the future, he must prepare his heart for the worst possibility: letting go.
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"What will I write?" Syifa muttered as she looked at the blank paper and pen she was holding. By two o'clock Syifa was awake. As usual, he will establish tahajud prayer as well as teaching to strengthen his memorization. Yeah, Syifa's finished up to the 30th juz.
"Am I also going to write about Fadil?" Syifa stared blankly at the paper and smiled bitterly. "Writing about people's future husbands, anyway!"
"Hey.." Fatimah patted Syifa's moving plan
"Why are you dreaming? Any issues?" As a friend of course Fatimah was worried. "You're not even surprised when I pat you on the shoulder" he added.
"Fatimah, do you think I need to write the verse too?"
"You're weird, Syif! Usually we are routine nulis syair every month in public mading."
"Yes, I know" Syifa let out a long sigh. "This time I'd like to be absent" his gaze glared in light of Fadil's message.
"Look, if you have a problem"
Syifa shook her head "How will I tell you about your future husband, Fat? It's embarrassing and it hurts each other"
"You don't want to get the message across to anyone, at least you write for yourself. You are a great poet, Syifa. You need to keep honing your talent"
Drt. drt..
Fatimah's phone vibrated. A short message he received. Without hesitation, Fatimah saw the name of her sender beside Syifa. A second later Fatimah moved on. "Write. I don't want you to be disturbed" Fatimah smiled sincerely.
As before, Fatimah was too busy with her own happiness. He was completely ignorant of Syifa's attitude. Although not paying attention, but the tail of Syifa's eyes know who sent Fatimah a message. Syifa memorized whose number it was. After getting off the roof, Syifa decided to disable her phone. He doesn't want to get hurt anymore, doesn't want to get hurt anymore. Syifa is building a fortress for her own heart. Although the trough of his heart was eager to be patient as usual, but his logic refused outright. "How can you exchange news with someone's future husband, Syifa? Didn't you see how Fatimah's smile was just now? That's enough, Syifa. Until here the pain" Inner Syifa raged. The agile questioner danced through the tears in his mind.
...Ilove you. Sillier. Because I took your hand off so that others would be free to hold. I run so that your body can be held free. I know enough myself to go, so you can be with who you want to be. I love you like the clouds love the rain. Sincerest. As sincere as I am to break my own heart as I wish to rest on you....
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