God's Choice of Mate

Meet again after all this time.

The sweet smile from her lips expanded perfectly decorating her radiant face.

The parasites look different but, he is still the same person.

I was still petrified as if I couldn't believe it standing in front of me.

He approached me closer, awakening my daydreams of his presence.

Ggggggg......

My heart is beating fast.

The flow of electric waves was like radiating in my body.

His face was so close to my eyes.

Until his fingers gently rubbed my head.

"Assalamu'alaikum Ran.

I'm snapped this isn't a dream and it's real I said in my heart.

"Wa'alai..kumus..salam..kak," I replied with a slight stammer.

"Nearly three years we did not meet.You became fond of daydreaming Ran," he said.

I fell silent while turning my eyes down.

He quickly pulled my finger and grabbed it.

"Yuk.we go home," he said.

Wirda who had been busy calling with her mobile phone ran over to me.

His eyes were a bit wide and surprised.

"Ehhh....Sis...Re.no," she said in shock.

Reno turned towards Wirda.

"How's Wir doing?" with a small smile.

"Ba..ba..baik.kak,"with stammering.

"Over time we did not meet.Thank you for taking care of Rani," he said.

Wirda smiled withering.

"Sir Reno looks different.More mature and looks alimmm," Wirda said.

Brother Reno only replied with a small smile.

"Wirda would you like to be taken home?" asked Brother Reno.

"Akh.n't make it.Ehh..tuh Wirda's driver has come," all the while pointing towards the car that just came in the parking lot.

"Oh.yeah then Rani went home first with Kak Reno ya Wir."

"Ehh.iya, brother," he replied spontaneously.

After saying goodbye to me and Sister Reno.Wirda headed to her car while Reno continued to hold my hand in her car.

The first thing he did was open the car door for me and let me in first.

I just kept quiet.

Pleggg....

The door was closed by Brother Reno after that, he rushed in also to the car.

He smiled at me and saw me still tired of wearing a seatbelt.And again he helped me and made sure the seatbelt was properly and correctly.

Instead he also checked his seat belt.Then, raised both hands while reading do'a ride the vehicle.

"Bismil was bornRahmanirrahim (By mentioning the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful)."

"Sakh-khoro lanaa haadza subhaanalladzii wa maa kunnaa lahu muqrinin wa inaa ilaa robbinaa lamun-qolibun.That is: Most Holy God who has subdued all this for us when we were previously unable to master it, and we shall return to our Lord."

"Aamiin yes rabbal'alamiin," he said, rubbing both hands against his face.

Mobilpun......

I was stunned to see him.As long as I knew him he never did anything like this.Reading do'a before driving a car.

He is indeed Brother Reno but with a different behavior from his original habits.

Wallahualam bish-shawab (Only Allah knows the truth better) in my heart.

Brother Reno seemed to realize that I looked at him in astonishment at his actions.

"Why Ran? Is there something strange about my sister?,"he asked guessing while driving.

"No," I answered quickly as I turned my gaze toward the front.

Every now and then, Reno looked at me and refocused on driving her car.

And not long before he turned the murrotal Qur'an letter of Ali imran.

The chanting of the holy verse broke our silence and once again I was shocked by his actions.

I secretly took a look at her to make sure that she was really Reno's sister.

My forehead creaked a little to see he had so much change.

His thin, red lips followed every verse he heard.

There is no awkwardness and retardation of the tongue.He really enjoyed it.

My sense of hearing is amazed at the sound of a sweet voice that soothes the heart.

For a moment I was hypnotized by the change.

Allah, Allah is the One who turns the hearts of men upside down. He who holds the heart of the descendants of Adam between the two fingers of the Most Merciful Ar-rahman. By His will he flips the hearts of men, I said in my heart.

"We go straight home to Ran," said Brother Reno broke my daydream.

"Akh.iy.iya," I replied a little surprised.

"What do you think of Ran, you saw that you were just silent as if you were thinking of something that kept you pensive?" he said as he occasionally looked at me.

"Hmmm..nothing," I replied quickly hiding the heart's intent.

"Really?," he said hesitantly.

"Yes." Yeah."

"So, I think Rani is thinking of my sister" said Reno with a smile.

"Akh.

"Now you're more pensive, Ran."

I just kept looking to the side.

"Sister until he forgot Ran. Barakallah (may Allah give blessings) Ran, you become the best graduate with perfect grades.I am proud of your achievement and I am very happy for it Ran."

"Aamiin.Jazakallah khiiran (may Allah will add/give/return you) Brother Reno."

"Wa iyyaki (May you too) Ran."

Brother Reno played down a little murrotal sound like he wanted to talk to me.Once he seemed to wipe his face and turn towards me.

Then, for a while our eyes met, but the lips were locked in silence as if confused and hesitant to start where to talk with him.

"Rani doesn't miss big brother" she said shamelessly.

I turned towards him with a slightly creaking forehead.

How dare he speak like that, my inner self.

"Lho just keep quiet," took a glance at me and smiled seductively.

"If silence means really longing"he said.

Hearing his words I slightly pulled my head back with a slightly flaky face.Then, looking at the car window at the side.

And suddenly...

Pleggg...

His hand clasped my finger softly.

"Don't get angry Ran. La taghghob walakal jannah which means do not be angry, it will be for you heaven.Not only joking with you," he said slowly.

Srrrrrr.....

Gggggg......

My heart was beating again.

The vibe I often felt when Brother Reno was near me.

Strange feelings that linger and make the heart palpitations erratic.

Whatisthis?

A taste I've never felt before.

A feeling that came suddenly without me being able to understand.

It felt claustrophobic throughout the body as if the soul was struggling to get out of the torturous shackles.

Hufhhh.....

"Astaghfirullah, alladzi la ilaha illa huwal hayyul qayyumu wa atuubu ilaih. Means: I ask Allah for forgiveness, the One who has no god but Him. The Living One is Standing Alone. And I repent to Him" I said in my heart.

I tried to let go of his hand.

However, it was too strong to escape his fingers.

"I'm glad to see you again Ran."

"Being away from you a lot of things that make you think and strive to be a good person Ran."

"Honestly, I miss you, Ran," while looking at me with a deep gaze but still focusing on driving.

I listened to Brother Reno's words without saying anything.

Silence in my silence controls my body's special reactions.

The stimulus from the stroke of his fingers kept my heart pounding fast.

Cold, the body feels shivering in a sweat.

Body temperature rises instantly.

Burning the hue of the cheeks became reddish in a sweep of embarrassment and trembling.

Akhh....

It felt....

I was weak without saying anything.

I don't know what to do.

Dissolving or thrashing from this strange feeling.

All is still gray in the mystery of my heart.

And not long ago the voice of Azan zuhur reverberated.

"Allahahuakbar..... Allaahuakbar..(2x)", muezzin voices(people who proclaim azan).

"Allaahuakbar (Allah is great)...Allaahuakbar (God is Great)," replied I and Brother Reno simultaneously.

"Ashaadanelaailaahillallaah.....Ashyhadadlaailaahaillallaah,"muadzin's voice

"Ashaadanelaailaahillallaah... Ashyaadanlaaaillaaahillallaah

(That is: I testify that there is no God but Allah)" I and Brother Reno answered.

" Asyhaduanna muhammadan.......

Asyhadunanna muhammadan rosuulullaah..,"muadzin's voice.

"Ashhadenna muhammadan

the rosuulullaah....Asyhaduanna..

(That means: I testify that the Prophet Muhammad is the messenger of Allah)," said I and Brother Reno.

Stttt...

Reno managed to pull over his car to quietly listen to the reverberating azan and turn off his Qur'an murrotal.

"Hayya’alassolaah...Hayya’alassolaah's...

(That means: Let's pray),"muadzin voice "Laa hau laa walaa quwwata illa billaahil ‘aliyyil ‘adzim...Laa hau laa walaa quwwata illa billaahil ‘aliyyil ‘adzim...

(That is: There is no power and strength, except with the help of Allah),"we both answered the call of punishment.

The echoing of the voice of Azan at least calmed my heart.

Me and Brother Reno quietly enjoyed the call of prayer.

"Hayya’alfalaah....Hayya’alfalaah....

(meaning: Come to victory),"muadzin said.

"Laa hau laa walaa quwwata illa billaahil ‘aliyyil ‘adzim...Laa hau laa walaa quwwata illa billaahil ‘aliyyil ‘adzim...

(meaning: "There is no effort and strength, except with the help of Allah)" said I and Reno together.

We dissolved in silence the echoes of the voice of the azan.And secretly our views met in a then clingy.

"Allahuakbar Allahuakbar(1x),"muadazin voice

"Allahuakbar Allahuakbar

(meaning: Allah is Great)" said I and Brother Reno.

Muadzin,"Laiahillallah (1X)."

Me and Brother Reno replied," Lailaillallah (1X)

meaning: There is no God but Allah."

Brother Reno raised both his hands and pointed to Allah.He glanced at me to follow him without saying much I reflected on what he was doing.

His lips smiled then, he solemnly led the recitation of the do'a after hearing the azan reverberate.

"Bismil was bornRahmanirrahim by mentioning the name of Allah the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful."

"Allahumma rabba haadzihid da'watit taammah. Wash shalaatil qaa. Aati muhammadal wasiilata wal fadhiilah, wab'atshu maqoomam mahmudal ladzii wa'adtahu innaka la tukhliful mi'ad."

Then Reno read the meaning.

"It means: "O Allah, the Lord who has this calling, who is perfect and has established prayers. Give Prophet Muhammad his will and

(al-fadhilah) virtue, and glory and highness, and lift him to a place of praise as You promised."

"Aamiin ya rabbal alamiin (give us our do'a o Allah, you are the oracle of do'a)," said the two of us together.

Next, Brother Reno looked out.

His eyes looked around looking for something.

"Ran, we look for a mosque for prayer zuhur first yes.Later we go home.The most important thing we do prayer first because we will never know not our age to where," he said seriously.

I nodded in agreement with his opinion.

Soon we arrived at a mosque.

Brother Reno threw a smile and invited me down from the car to perform the prayer.

Our feet step.

His fingers kept holding me.

MashayAllah,belimu.

The man whom God sent for me took my hand to knit duty in obedience.

The sun has gone up.

The weather looks blistering.

However, be quiet for me.

Our eyes kept intensely meeting.

Sticky-looking.

Flashing smile.

Then I was embarrassed.

It all comes down to one wish.

The Hope of the Mercy of the Creator.

May what I feel and see through my sense of sight be real.

Away from the banal or hallucinations that are endless.

I and Brother Reno perform Zuhr prayer together in the mosque with other servants of Allah.