God's Choice of Mate

With Wirda

The seasons change from the specks of water droplets to the blazing warmth of the eyes.

The trees and leaves that are wet covered with dew, the banyu grains have lightly swayed to grow flower buds that will be ready to bloom.

The cold weather in the rainy season has passed.

The Earth is at a point far from the sun.

Evolved beyond every second of his solitude.

Days, weeks, months and years have changed into a new era that is welcoming.

"Rani.welcome yes....Ran," said Wirda hugging me.

"Congratulations Ran..kamu became the best graduate with perfect grades.Brave I became your friend Ran."

"Yes thank you Wir" I replied with a smile.

"Definitely late home your bunda happy yes Ran if he knows your current achievements."

I nodded slowly.

"Ehhh....Ran, I don't mean to make you sad Ran."

"Yes Wir I understand, just relax," I explained.

"Oh yes Ran, before going home let's take a short walk while chatting like that.Where?," asked Wirda.

"Hmmmm...how are you?," I answered while thinking.

"Come dong Ran.Once we walk together while chatting outside cooking I if you want to meet you must go to his house Kak Reno continues,"he denied.

I looked at Wirda who looked so hard.Pity looked at him.

"Hmmm..well Wir, I permission Bu Sri(mama Kak Reno) first yes,"taken holding his shoulder.

"Ok," replied Wirda pleased.

Not long after, I pulled my phone out of my bag.

I looked up my mom's phone number and called her.

Tuttt.....

Telephone connected...

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum mah, "my first word.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Ran, what's the matter with the phone?Rani is fine right?," asked Bu Sri a little worried.

"Alhamdulillah yes mah, Rani is fine, "try to calm down and look at Wirda.

"Today's the announcement of Alhamdulillah Rani's graduation to be the best graduate with perfect grades..."

I have not finished explaining everything to Ms. Sri.

He sounded excited to hear it.

"Alhamdulillah....MasyaAllah.Mama was happy to hear it son.Nanti mama will convey with papa and grandfather this happy news.All would be very happy to hear it son.Oh..ya Rani also went straight home yes son, later mama will make a celebration, "clear spirit.

"Hmmmmm.mah," I said a little hesitantly.

"Yes Ran."

"Rani wants to ask permission after school for a moment .Wirda invites to eat out for a while mah.That's even if mama allows it mah," I said slowly.

"Iya Ran..can dong.Neverything.What did Mr Budi pick up Rani now?," asked Mama.

"Hmmm."

"Oh.Yeah then.Rani be careful and take care of yourself son."

"Allah is good, thank you for your permission."

"Yes, we're both."

"Rani hang up the phone ya mah.Assalamu'alaikum mah," I'm happy.

"Wa'alaikumussalam nak."

Tittt...

The phone is dead.

Quickly Wirda who was so happy quickly pulled my body to immediately tidy up the bag and came out to the schoolyard waiting for his driver.

 

A few hours later, Wirda and I arrived at a beautiful natural restaurant with authentic Indonesian food.

The place is comfortable and offers a beautiful view.

We both deliberately chose the seat of Lesehan while enjoying the expanse of rice and artificial river flow.

Jejeran small huts above the artificial fish pond look to blend with nature.

A breeze of wind blows gently swaying the leaves.

"God, beautiful and calm" I said, looking around.

"Yes Ran.Oh..yes you want to order what Ran?," asked Wirda.

"It's up to you Wir," I said.

"Yes, then order a market snack cake aja ya kayak klepon, kue thok, nagasari, mutiara, mud cake, condo-onde equally omelette roll ya Ran," asked Wirda.

"Aren't most Wir,"tanyaku.

"Not Ran. It's just a snack.Oh yes drink his wedang uwuh what wedang ronde or ice and flowers know Ran?,"while looking at me.

"Hmmmm..it looks like this hot ice flower tofu just Wir,"saranku.

"Yes I also want to know ice and flowers" Wirda said.

Wirda gives orders to the Restaurant Servers (Waitress).

While waiting for the order to come, Wirda and I talked to each other.

"Ran, after graduating from High School what are your plans?" asked Wirda looking at me.

I looked towards Wirda"Entah Wir has not been thought of but I want to continue to Wir college if Allah allows it."

"Then how is your relationship with Reno?Oh.ya it's been a long time I never saw Brother Reno after he decided to enter the boarding house, Ran."

I paused for a moment thinking about Wirda's question which suddenly made my heart beat.

"Either Wir, I just flow," I replied flatly.

Wirda looked at me inside.

"Ran then do you have feelings for Brother Reno?,"he asked spontaneously.

I nodded and looked at Wirda.

"For the moment there is no Wir."

Wirda smiled and teased me.

"That means the possibility later or when there will be feelings for Reno dong,"picked my cheek.

I smiled slightly in return for Wirda's temptation.

"Wallahualam bish-shawab which means

Only God knows the truth" I replied.

"About Ran.For example, between Kak Reno and Kak Roy which would Rani choose?" Wirda asked seriously.

"Wir, you're like a journalist, just a little chuckle.

"That's....it's important Ran about who is special in Rani's heart.I know Ran you survived the series marriage with Kak Reno first because of the late mother and now because of grandfather's disease.If I conclude Rani's heart is more inclined to Brother Roy yes.

Huhffff......

The tempo of my breath was trying to explain to Wirda in a tone that he would be able to understand.

I looked at him gently with a small but calm smile.

It was as if he was waiting for a series of words that would slide out of my lips.

His forehead looked at me seriously.

"This is his order yes mbak," said the Waiter Restaurant (Waitress) while arranging and lowering our order.

"Yes, thank you" I replied with a smile.

Wirda's expression fell due to the arrival of the Restaurant Maid (Waitress).

"Drink first Wir" I said a little jokingly.

Wirda who was impatiently waiting for me said then interrupted.

"Yes Ran.ayo story mumpung just the two of us," he forced.

"Why are you so curious about my heart Wir?."

"Because you're my best friend Ran.I don't want to see you unhappy.Living a life of doctrines of thought or requests of others Ran.You also have to have a choice over your own life Ran.I don't want you to regret it later Ran,"said Wirda with a look of pity while holding my hand.

I felt his attention for me.

I understand his heart's anxiety as my best friend.

I took his hand slowly and said to him.

"Wir, please,I understand what you are worried about me.But let all be the secret of Allah.In shay Allah I sincerely live all this Wir.And whatever will happen later.For now I do not want to be too dizzy to think of anything.My heart wants to make peace with calmness through every process of testing life that God has laid out on me.And for that you do not worry too much to me Wir," I explained at length to him.

"Yes I know Ran, you are a strong woman but what I fear is that because you are too kind and easy to forgive the mistakes of others then what I fear you are used to your sincerity,"he said he was worried about looking at me.

I looked at her with a small smile and pinched her soft white cheeks.

"Here used to be when the mother's house was still there.He always reminded me to believe and believe in the decree of Allah.For in fact only He is the best protector of our most important sincere, khktiar and tawakal Wir."

Wirda looked at me solemnly.

"Wir, I read the verse and it means yes" I said.

Wirda nodded his omen he agreed.

I also began to read the fragment of the letter in the Qur'an.Wirda listened to the chanting of verses that I read solemnly.

"Bismil was bornRahmanirrahim which means By calling the name of Allah the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful."

I took a slow breath while closing my eyes to the chant of the verse I was about to read.

"alladziina qaala lahumu alnnaasu inna alnnaasa qad jama'uu lakum faikhsyawhum fazaadahum iakaran waqaaluu hasbunaa allaahu wani'ma alwakiil."

"What that means," opened his eyes and looked at Wirda.

"(It is) those (who obey Allah and the Messenger) to whom there are those who say: "Surely men have gathered an army to attack you, therefore fear them", so the words added to their faith and they answered: "Enough Allah be our Helper and Allah is the Best Protector".

Then I continued the next verse and Wirda was still enjoying and listening to me.

"fainqalabu bini'matin mina allaahi wafadhlin lam yamsas-hum suu-un waittaba'uu ridhwaana allaahi waallaahu dzuu fadhlin 'azhiim."

"That is to say: Then they return with the (great) grace and grace of Allah, they have no calamity, they follow the pleasure of Allah. And God has great gifts."

"Al-Qur'an Surat Ali imran verse 173 to verse 174" I explained.

Wirda smiled and was so amazed to hear the chanting of the Qur'an verses from me.

"Masyaallah Tabarakallah means This is what Allah wants, may Allah Bless you Ran, your voice is so beautiful and amazes me Ran," Wirda said.

"Jazakallah Khair which means may Allah repay you with the kindness of Wir" I replied.

"Almarhumah mama mama mama Ran.Although your late mother is gone, but her teachings and upbringing continue to lead you in goodness.In shay Allah he has educated you to be a sholihah son Ran," Wirda praised.

"Aamiin O Allah.Wirda is also a sholiha child also in Allah," I replied.

Wirda smiled as she ate the ordered market snacks.

Mm-hmm.....

Ummmmm....

Ummmmm...

"Let's Ran be eaten with cake.enak loh,"while chewing with his mouth full.

"Hmmmm..bismillah first if you want to eat Wir," said I reminded.

"Oh.ya Abaghfirullahaladzim to forget," patted his forehead then said"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim,"while chewing the onde-onde cake again.

I smiled seeing him.

"Oh.ya Ran then what fadhilah of Surat Ali Imran verses 173 to 174,"he asked while chewing the cake.

"This is so that we remain faithful to Allah SWT and ask for His protection."

Slowly my hand reached for the ice and prepared to drink it.

"Bismil was bornRahmanirrahim.By mentioning the name of Allah the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful," I said softly.

Ruppfp...

Ruppfp....

Ruppfpp....

"MasyaAllah favors this tofu iced wir," glanced at Wirda.

Then Wirda rushed to try it as well.

"Oh yes Wir, do you know asbabun nuzul or asbab an-nuzul asbabun nuzul or asbab an-nuzul from Surat Ali imran earlier?,"tanyaku.

Wirda shook his head while spooning the tofu flower into his mouth.

"Asbabun nuzul or asbab an-nuzul what else is Ran?," Wirda asked curiously.

I smiled explaining to him.

"Asbabun nuzul or asbab an-nuzul is like a thing or reasons that background a verse in the Qur'an Wir."

"Oh.I just found out Ran," smiled grimacingly.

"The reason for the descent of ali imran's letter this verse

in connection with the battle of Uhud, where the armies of the Muslims feared that the enemy had added to its army against them. Instead of being afraid, the Muslim army is more enthusiastic and rely on Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala.Then, Allah breathes fear into his enemies."

Wirda listened intently to what I was saying as he continued to munch on the market hawker pastries and occasionally seemed to be sipping on the icy tofu.

Ruuuuupppp....

"Freshly," Wirda said.

"Ran, you must be very dear to your late mother yes.Until what he said you still remember really."

"Wir.I think all children who are sholih and sholihah will always love their parents."

"Yes too.But, there are also those who are not affectionate with his parents," denied Wirda.

"The obligation of children must love their parents without exception no matter what the condition of their parents.Especially in the religion of Islam parents have a great position so that their children are encouraged to do good and filial. Doing good and filial to parents will give a lot of priority. Even Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala guarantees salvation in the world as well as in the hereafter for a child who is devoted to parents" I explained.

"True Ran I also agree and agree like that."

"Thou shalt be thankful for children or people who still have both parents complete or one of them.Including you Wir, the doors of heaven are open for his children.

And as long as they are alive, being filial and doing good to them is the easiest way to heaven."

I was silent for a moment with a sad face.

"When they still exist the world does not feel so torturous Wir.All the fatigue, sadness, and sorrow we can share with them.They are like angels that Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala sent to take care of their children.However, they are like angels,after them no world feels collapsed instantly and when we feel the loss of the figure of the old man at that time we will realize how very valuable they are.So special they.Why as long as they live we do not water it with an abundance of millions affection and devotion.For man will never know the age limit of a person then as long as our parents are still there do not occasionally and never wasted,"I said softly until I didn't feel my tears dripping.

Wirda rubbed my shoulders softly and joined in crying.I signaled to her that I was fine.

"May we be devoted children to our parents. Wallahu waliyyut taufiq was sadaad, only Allah told you to stay away from the illegitimate," I said.

"Aamiin,"balas Wirda.

Then I took a tissue and wiped my tears.

Huffhh..

I exhaled slowly.

Wirda looked at me understanding what I was feeling.

"Jaudah Wir, let's go home yuk.Have been here a long time, we" I said.

"Yes Ran, I'm kangen with mom and dad because we talk about parents.I want to go home quickly and hug them like," said Wirda.

I smiled hearing his words.

Not long before me and Wirda rushed to get out of the restaurant to the parking lot.Wirda private driver waiting for me to walk around the park area in front of the restaurant parking lot while looking at the flowers that grow beautifully there.

While Wirda was focusing on his mobile phone, he contacted his driver.

Because I was so excited I walked to see flowers that I didn't realize I had hit something.

Bruuuk...

"Ohhh..," I jolted.

I lifted my head slowly to see what was in front of me.Like the figure of someone big tall.

My eyes looked up from the top of my feet.

Men in long black pants and maroon red Koko shirts size three-quarters.

My eyes were stunned to see his figure in front of me.

It all feels like it stopped making its own dimensions.

I'm still torn between real and illusory eyes.

His voice echoed slowly calling me to wake up from the mirage daydream.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ran," he said softly with a glittering smile that adorned his radiant face.

However, I'm still mute.

Is this really my heart in my heart.

Wuss....

The wind blew playing her gentle dance.

His movements combined in the radiance of the warmth of the Surya.

I still stupefied looking at him.