HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 11

When destiny doesn't want us to be with a loved one, what can we do? Even if they don't allow it. Crying has no meaning, because it will not change what has happened.

Love does not have to have, love does not have to always be together, only the wisdom that is able to cover every wound felt. Although it is still very difficult, but we cannot oppose the destiny that the creator has set.

"[Assalamualaikum Syah, this afternoon my application. You come the Shah. I'd be very happy if you'd like to attend my application, later this afternoon.]"

That is the chat written on Aisyah's mobile phone. Yes, it was a chat from Azizah that he sent this morning. The girl just continued to look at the contents of the chat.he was now faced with the dilemma of feeling confused about what he should do at this time.

Should he come or not to his best friend's proposal? If he is not there, it is a special day for his best friend. But if he is present, can he see a loved one proposing to his own friend, can he resist all the feelings that plague his heart? Now, his heart was raging with all the feelings in his heart. Pain, pain, even destruction. Yes, now his heart is broken, very broken.

"[Yes Zah, God willing I will be present. Congratulations well, I'm happy (with smiling emotions) hopefully, the show launched Aamiin.]" Aisyah pressed the send button on her phone screen and the chat was immediately ticked two sent on the Azizah number.

However, Azizah did not immediately open a chat from Aisyah even though it was written online, maybe she was busy with her routine today. Especially later in the afternoon there will be a proposal event at his home.

Aisyah took a deep breath while closing both of her hands.

"Keep me up, O God" he softly tried to calm himself even though his heart was raging with the wounds he felt.

Is.dug...

Sound of bedug sound being shaved. Yes, the time has shown at 12:15 the time of prayer dzuhur has arrived.

The voice of Azanpun was heard. Aisyah rubbed her face rough with both hands while saying her hamdalah, then she kept her phone on the nightstand near her bed and she got up. Slowly, he stepped towards the bathroom and entered to fetch some ablution water.

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Now, Azizah is busy with her routine. Because later in the afternoon there will be a proposal event. Azizah and Umi and her close relatives are busy working on their parts.

Azizah was helping her aunt prepare groceries. Her aunt deliberately came all the way from her husband's hometown, Lombok which is famous for its beautiful beaches and many tours that came since yesterday afternoon so that they could help prepare for the niece's proposal.

Azizah looked dreamy, whether she was daydreaming what until the aunt felt astonished and scolded her slowly.

"Well, why are you daydreaming?" asked the aunt while patting Azizah on the shoulder, making Azizah a little surprised and a little embarrassed to answer her aunt's questions.

"Haaa.. Why bi, what's wrong?"

"You are why, why even daydream like that. Are you thinking of something?"

"No bi, I'm fine, really." Throwing a smile trying to convince her aunt.

"Auntie knows, you must be feeling stubborn, right, because soon a special day in your life will come," said the aunt happily.

"Auntie used to be just like you, son. That is very natural for every woman who is getting married soon. Don't think about it too much, baby," the aunt explained.

"Yes bi, already dzuhur. Do we not pray first?"

"You go first, son, aunty will follow."

"Alright bi, Azizah said she wanted to pray first yah."

The aunt nodded slowly and Azizahpun left the aunt and the people who were there. Meanwhile, the Umi was already early saying goodbye to prayer.

The clock has already shown at 16:25, Azizah and Ghibran's proposal show is about to begin. Azizah was dressing herself in her room assisted by her cousin who was none other than the daughter of her aunt, Zulaika's aunt.

The aunt did bring along her only daughter who was as beautiful as she was. He was only a few years younger than Azizah. And yes, now she is in college majoring in beauty and has certainly started to be good at polishing her face.

Unlike the Azizah who prefers religion, Rahma looks very fashionable. His name is NurArrahma zainatunnisa, a beautiful name isn't it? Just like the person who looks very beautiful today, wearing a beautiful robe wrapped in a pashmina hijab that he wears in a style of selebgram style, adds to his beauty.

"Well, my sister today looks very beautiful" said Rahma while hugging Azizah who is now sitting in her dressing chair. Azizah just threw a smile.

"You could have been Rah."

"I'm serious sister, today my sister looks very beautiful, really," said Rahma explained and threw her sweet smile.

"I didn't expect it, brother. Soon, my sister will be a wife. I'm very happy, but I'm also sad because later we can't go together again after sister gets married later" Rahma said at length.

"You don't talk like dong Rah, we can still, really play together."

"How can my beautiful sister?"

"Yes, because after I get married I'll stay here with my husband and umi."

"Sungh brother?" rahma asked curiously and Azizah just nodded slowly, then Rahma immediately hugged Azizah happily.

Azizah took a handhpone on her makeup desk, she checked the message from Aisyah who had just opened.

"[Alhamdulilah, I wait for Shah.]"

Azizah replied to a chat from Aisyah. A few minutes waiting for a reply from Aisha, but there was no reply from Aisha. Azizah again sent chat to Aisyah even repeatedly. There was no reply from Aisha. Rahma, who had noticed the behavior of her cousin, looked agitated and astonished.

"Sister, brother why? I noticed from earlier, it seems like big brother looks very agitated. What's up, brother?" asked Rahma curiously.

"I noticed, from earlier checking the sister's phone continues. Brother is waiting for news from whom, brother's future husband?" rahma is still curious.

"No, that's not Rah. I was just waiting for news from my best friend. Because, since I chatted him but there was not a single chat I that he replied," Azizah explained to Rahma.

the woman is not worried about her future husband, Ghibran. However, he was worried about his best friend, Aisyah. Azizah was just scared, afraid her best friend was okay. Because, he knew this moment was the worst thing for him the toughest thing for him. Afraid that his best friend will do the unwanted.

However, the girl immediately brushed off her anxiety. Because, no matter how weak Aisyah was she would not be able to do such a ridiculous thing in her life. Azizah knew that, because she knew what her best friend was like.

"Oh, I know. You mean big brother, Aisyah's sister, right?" rahma said trying to guess the person Azizah meant. Azizah simply nodded her head softly in agreement.

Rahma had known Aisha long ago, because she had met Aisha when she visited Azizah's house. And they are also close, also often spend free time together. In fact, Rahma already considered Aisha as her own sister, just as she considered Azizah.

"Prophey brother, calm down. Aisyah's sister will be coming soon" Rahma said, throwing her smile and Azizah only smiled bitterly.

Rahma did not know what she was worried about, because Azizahpun never told her what she was going through at this time.

The sound of a horn was heard outside, precisely in the courtyard of Azizah's house. Maybe the Ghibran family has arrived and the proposal is about to begin.

"So don't listen, it looks like your husband's family has arrived. Will you just stay here?" asked Rahma, slightly teasing her cousin.

Azizah just smiled and she was still reluctant to get up from her seat. Because indeed, he would not leave his room before the Umi called him to come out. Azizah was still filled with anxiety, still waiting for a reply from Aisyah and occasionally she checked the cellphone that was being held since.

Crc ....

the door opened and two middle-aged women approached Azizah and Rahma. Umi and her aunt are amazed to see Azizah who looks very beautiful wearing a gold-colored robe. Combined with mute-mute on the edge of his hand. The hijab she wears adds to her beauty today.

How not, because today he looks very different than usual. Azizah's face was slightly smeared with makeup by her cousin's sister. Lips that were usually never colored, now Azizah looks very graceful with a kalem colored lipstick that Rahma wears. Rahma changed her cousin's sister like a very beautiful princess.

"Subhanallah son, the daughter of Umi is very beautiful," said the Umi amazed to see his only daughter look very beautiful. Azizah just smiled, blushed embarrassed to hear the words of the umi.

"Any dong dandanin first," said Rahma while grinning her teeth. I am satisfied with the results that have been made by him. Make the umi and her mother laugh amusedly, as well as Azizah.

Rahma's joke slightly made her heart feel calm over the anxiety felt since earlier.

"You are my son" said Zulaika, pinching her daughter Rahma's cheek.

"Yes, mom'le admit you're very talented, baby. The results are amazing. Bu'le likes the results. Thank you well, your son has made Bul'e's daughter this beautiful."

"Sama-sama bu'le, I'm happy too. Because Azizah is the first person I make up for" Rahma said with a happy smile.

"Already, already, our besan candidate has come and is waiting for us. Come on, get off soon. soon the show will start soon," asked Zulaika, and they went out of the room.

Azizah's heart suddenly felt racing. How not, today is a special day for him. But behind it all was sadness in his heart. The sorrow that tormented his mind was when he had to marry someone whose friend admired him. Guilt always haunts the girl. He felt guilty for what had happened to his best friend, Aisyah.

Azizah walked down the stairs with Rahma holding her hand, and was followed by Umi and her aunt behind.

All eyes were on them, especially Azizah. However, not with Ghibran, he still lowered his head. Maybe not ready or maybe Ghibran never wanted this to happen to him.

Why are you not present Shah? I know Shah, it's very heavy for you. And you certainly can't see it. I'm sorry, I'm evil.

Azizah continued to blame herself, for the reason Aisha was absent was herself. He tried to remain calm so that no one would suspect his current attitude.

Umi Aminah wears a ring on Azizah's ring finger, it is not Ghibran directly who put it on because they are not mahram. Everyone seemed happy and full of joy to see the scene, but not with Ghibran or Azizah they were busy with their own thoughts.

A few hours later, the application was completed and the guests were already home. The wedding day of Azizah and Ghibran was decided, only to wait for five months they would soon be legal to become a couple.

It was quite a bit fast, but for the old men it was better. But, behind it all Azizah and Ghibran had to finish their lectures first which will soon be over.

 

 

The girl lay weakly helplessly with an infusion hose in hand. The umi found him unconscious in the room and now he is still unconscious from his stupor. Aisyah fell ill, her old pain came back until she was rushed to the hospital.

That was the reason why Aisyah was not present at the proposal event

Azizah and Ghibran. Not because he did not want or could not afford to see his friend with the people he loved. But, because of the pain that suddenly came.

That evening, Aisha prepared herself to go to Azizah's house. But unfortunately, he had a headache that was so great and made him faint.

The girl's face looked very pale than usual. Lately, Aisyah rarely eats and does not care about her health. Perhaps because he was too late in the sadness he felt at this moment.

The harsh reality that must be accepted in his life. It is undeniable, that his heart has not been able to give up Ghibran completely and he has not been able to forget his feelings of love for Ghibran.

\* \* \*

A month passed, after the application event that was held a month ago, Azizah and Ghibran are now busy with the tasks of the script. Because they have now entered the final semester, as well as Aisyah.

That afternoon, Azizah with Aisyah was busy doing her own script duties in a park not far from Azizah's house. They seem to look fine even though there is actually something stuck in their hearts and minds.

Azizah already knew the reason why Aisyah had not attended her application. Azizah felt very guilty about it. Because he knew, it must be their problem that made Aisyah so sick, guilt always haunted Azizah's mind all this time.

"Dad, I'm sorry well. Because of me, you're sick" Azizah said feeling guilty.

Aisyah is busy with her laptop. Azizah's words made Aisha stop from her activities and turn to Azizah who had been bowed down sadly.

"No Zah, I'm not sick because of that" Aisha said as she reached for Azizah's hand.

"I am sick because God gave me, not because of you or any problem. Maybe, I also can not maintain health, you do not blame yourself continuously Zah," he explained at length.

"But Shah ...."

Aisyah immediately cut off Azizah's words and placed her index finger on Azizah's lips while shaking her head slowly, then hugged her tightly.

"Already Zah, you don't constantly blame yourself. You're not wrong, there's nothing wrong in this matter Zah." Azizah's tears began to fall slowly as well as Ayesha.

"I'm sorry Shah. Please, forgive your friend's mistake." Aisyah simply fell silent closing her eyes holding back the pain in her heart.

"you don't have to apologize, Zah, you're not wrong." Aisyah released her embrace while wiping away the tears with her hands.

"I'm sorry, too, Zah, because I didn't attend your application."

"It's okay Shah, I understand," said Azizah as she threw her smile.

"Oh yes Zah, when did you get married?"

"Four months ahead Shah, exactly after we graduate later." Ayesha is only mangosteen hearing the narration of Azizah.

"I don't think well, soon my sabbath will be the wife of people."

"Yeah, I'm like a dream too. You'll definitely come, won't you, my wedding ceremony?"

Aisyah nodded slowly, smiling and they hugged.

Elsewhere, Ghibranpun was working on his script duties alone in the room. His eyes focused on the laptop screen in front of him, while his long fingers were typing.

Crc ....

Sounds like the sound of a door being opened.A middle-aged woman wearing a syar'i gown wrapped in her hijab, covering her body to the end of her legs came in towards Ghibran. Ghibran who knew the arrival of the uminya immediately closed his laptop in a hurry, as if there was something he was hiding from uminya.

Aminah sat down right next to Ghibran, and immediately threw a smile, a smile that was so soothing to everyone who saw her.

"It's night to lee, why haven't you slept?"

"Yes, it's gonna be over soon."

"Are your duties a lot, son? Can't it be solved tomorrow."

"So soon, it's a responsibility."

"Don't sleep too late, son, you have to take care of your health. Soon you will get married" said Aminah advising.

"Yes, soon, well" replied Ghibran with a smile.

"Yes, have you prayed isya not yet lee?"

"Not noodles yet" said Ghibran a little crybaby.

"Hmmm. yasudah, you finish your task first after that do not forget to pray, then go to sleep well," said Aminah commemorating.

"Yes mi."

"Yes, umi go to the room first yeah."

Ghibran nodded slowly, Aminah got up from her seat and walked away from Ghibran. After his death, Ghibran rushed to close the door and locked it and sat back on the bed.

Ghibran re-opened his laptop, and there was a clear photo of a beautiful girl wearing a veil. Yeah, that's Aisyah's photo. Since then Ghibran continued to look at the girl's photo, not a second he turned away from the photo.

Indeed, he still keeps Aisyah's photo on his laptop, after the washed photo used to burn out a few days ago. Ghibran deliberately set it on fire, so that he could forget Aisyah. But no, in fact until now the taste is still there and stored neatly in his heart. But he realized that soon he would get married, and it would not be appropriate if his mind was still thinking about other women.

"Astagfirullahaladzim ..." said Ghibran, rubbing his face rough.

"What have I done? Soon I will marry Azizah, I shouldn't think of another woman. Forgive me, O Allah, forgive your servant who has not been able to take away this taste for Aisha."

Ghibran got up, then stepped into the bathroom. Laptops and books are still strewn on his bed, perhaps Ghibran forgot to clean it up first.

Ghibran came out of the bathroom and changed the shirt he was wearing. Ghibran prefers to wear plain t-shirts to sleep rather than wearing pajamas. Now he is ready to pray. Hold his alphabet, then stand up and immediately fulfill his obligation as a Muslim.

"Goddessa ...." Ghibran began his prayer, and raised both his hands.

After a few minutes, the handsome young man finished his prayer. Saying hello, after the last sentence is done.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahiwabarakatuh" he said, looking to the right and then to the left.

After he finished praying, he did not forget to say do'a.

"Allah is merciful and merciful, strengthen the heart of the servant so that he can accept all the destinies that You have given. If so, you will not allow the servant with Aisha. Please remove this feeling, throw away my feelings towards him. Give the servant the sincerity to forget him, O Allah, and if Azizah is the best soul mate that You have destined for the servant. Give the servant the strength to accept him as part of the servant's life. Aamiin's."

Ghibran rubbed his face with both hands, then stared blankly ahead. I don't know what he's thinking.

Perhaps thinking of his current fate, who should marry the friend of the one he loves.

Now, only a sincere feeling that he always instilled in him. Try to be strong, strong, and be okay. Although deep in his heart, he was deeply hurt by the match. Likewise with Aisha, she was the only person to be hurt the most in the match between Ghibran and Azizah.