Gharib Love

The embrace of God

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The heart that hooks affects the heart that squeezes itself.

Along the way with a father, he only talked about things that were not so important. Just to remove the anxiety and fatigue.

"Sir, have you been waiting a long time?"

"Lumayan, I was told by the adek; just hit the gas."

"Eeeeeemm,, pantesan is waiting."

Yes, in the middle of the trip Aini had time to tell adek if he wanted to go home on the bus; without explaining why he took the bus, did not go home with a friend who invited him to go together.

His sister did not care much about it, the important thing was that the task was done; just tell her father to pick her up.

"Ciiiiiiiit," Supra's motor brake was trampled so strongly and stopped right in front of the house.

"Assalamualaikum," said Aini to the person in the house.

As always, what to do after returning home from college;

But he did not give precedence to eat, because the time had passed with isya'; therefore he immediately cleaned and immediately performed his prayer service.

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The sound of the night scooped up the foggy heart, he began to contemplate the journey of his life before drowning his eyes.

"O Allah, is my life just that? The story is not much different from the previous days. But now, now..."

A monologue for yourself in the most comfortable room, each tired of being ready to catch him.

"Hmmm," his big breath came out so relieved.

"Will but today it feels so heavy, my heart is still entangled strongly by the story that happened without me intentionally."

"Lord, am I so strong? So you give this kind of test?"

"Eeeeeemm,"

"But it feels heavy,"

"Tesssss, tessss,"

With a non-full consciousness, Aini periodically threw away her tears.

Whose heart is not depressed? A big problem for an Aini is self-inflicted.

Finally the heart is not so strong to face such a complicated situation in solitude.

"Tuhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, tolooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong!"

Aini's face was covered by a pillow, while her mouth screamed incoherently, accompanied by tears.

"If you have given me destiny, to face it myself, then help me! Join me! Embrace me!"

"Hmmmmmmmm," her tears continued. Though he knows the effects of crying on his body, crying can make Aini's body's immune weakened drastically. He could even have a fever just by crying.

"Tuhaaaaaaaaaan, don't let me step by myself! I still need guidance from you."

"Hug me, Tuhaaaaan!"

Aini continued her crying until she was tired, who would have thought; her eyes began to sink spoiled.

In the silence of the night, Aini's eyes had indeed sunk; she would find the flowers in her sleep.

However, the squeals of crickets, the music of frogs, and the singing of night birds in the wild make the night a shahdu.

All that enveloped the night of an Aini, which made him feel calm about the existence of these animals. When without the sound of the animals, Aini will feel the silence and goosebumps in the gripping feel of the night.

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"Kok kok petooooooooook," the sound of the chicken boomed, signifying the day will give birth to the sun, and the sound of the chicken moved the eyes of every person and moved people to wake themselves asleep from sleep.

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," the gaping mouth draws life back into the body. His hands began to deflect the volleyball over his head.

"Allahuakbar,"

But it has become a habit and a necessity, in every morning Aini must clean her body to face Lillah; unless she is having a shari'i obstruction.

"Alhamdulillah, still given the pleasure of breathing the air." While strengthening the open eyes, Aini did not forget to give thanks for the blessings of life given by Allah SWT.

His eyes felt heavy the effects of last night's crying that seemed to be glue in his eyes this morning, so he tried to strengthen his eyes to open to look at the world.

"Eeeeeeeeeeem, , , uh, ,. "

His left hand was trying to reach for the toiletries, his right hand was reaching for the door, and his legs were widening between the two.

"Yes, uh,"

His right hand slipped out of the door to simply cover his mouth that was yawning wide.

The towel was on his shoulder, his left hand was carrying toiletries, his right hand had opened the door, and now his foot was stepping towards the bathroom.

Every time he went to the bathroom, Aini would pass through the kitchen where his mother was busy in the morning.

"Lhoooo, where's mom? How come the tumben is not visible in the kitchen," Aini was astonished, to ask herself; because her mother was not in the kitchen. But he still drove to the bathroom, so as not to be late to dialogue with his Lord.

Aini had finished cleaning and washing the holy water purifying to part of her body.

He went back through the quiet kitchen, with a natural stove burning.

"Mother, where are you? How is it not in the kitchen?" this time his heart was murmuring.

In addition to passing through the kitchen, she also passed through her mother's room;

"Not in the room, where is it? ah, maybe some more prayers,"

His feet kept stepping towards the place of prayer, it turned out; there too he did not find a mother.

But all cannot undo his intention to dialogue with the God of the universe.

"Allahuakbar,"

The first takbir in prayer he had moved, something shook his heart in the reading of Surat Al-Fatihah.

The events of yesterday that had made his heart entangled aired in his mind. The subtlety seems to fade, though,

"Allahuakbar," at the first prostration, Aini's eyes were already glazed over; he wanted it to drip, yet he still held back.

"Yes Allaaaaaaaah,"

His heart screamed, his tears flowing down his prostration. He was no longer able to hold back the tears that he had wanted to spill since the first prostration.

Aini pressed her lower lip with her upper lip, she wanted to feel a warm embrace; out of no matter who it was.

"Strust me! Hugged me!"

Aini has long been unable to hug anyone, not even her own parents. With a brother also never a hug, for his family; a hug is a foreign thing, very very foreign.

Aini continued her prayer movement despite the tears flowing so fast.

In the 3rd prostration, Aini prostrated herself with her eyes closed; she suddenly felt a green-robed figure strengthening Aini's heart, though not with a hug; she felt it; but the two hands of the green-robed figure with the green-white turban he felt a calmness and grew an infinite gratitude.

"Be patient, you are strong! Never give up, by God's permission; here I stand with you!"

An unspoken word but could be felt by the heart of this girl.

"Certainly that?"

"Yes, don't cry anymore! If you feel unwell, return in your bow; the Lord will love your intake so that your heart goes through everything that happens to you."

The two were in dialogue, but not a word was heard in the ear; but all were heard and answered by the heart.

Aini again drained her tears until drained, she was grateful to bring someone who was not visible to the eye; but was seen by the heart and spoke from heart to heart.

"You are All-Good and All-Willful, Lord! I believe that step by step I will guide you to the fullest, so that there is no one you present to spread flowers in my heart. Yet you have presented an invisible figure to mediate between me and you."

Actually Aini still wanted to prostrate and dialogue with the figure of the pious man, but did not know why he woke up from his prostration and ended the dialogue with the invisible figure and dialogue with his God.

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