HALAL LOVER (Already Published )

Section 12

The girl walked slowly down the campus corridor. With all the feelings raging in his heart and mind, he tried to be okay. Lying to everyone about their feelings.

Seen from the opposite direction a young man was also walking slowly. Slowly, his long legs were stretched out. Passing box by box ceramic underneath as a foothold.

Bruk!

The girl and the young man collided. The books that the girl was carrying fell scattered. Quickly, the girl picked up her already messy books. Also the young man followed, helping to clear the books. Without seeing each other. They stand together.

"sorry. I'm not zinc ...."

Ghibran's words stopped when he saw the girl in front of him. The girl wearing a robe on her body was wrapped in a long hijab covering up to her waist. His special hijab. Yes, now Ghibran is dealing with someone he used to love. Right now I am still trying to forget it. Depressing all the flavors in the heart eliminates longing. Which bothers him every day. But everything is free!

So did Aisyah, she could only fall silent. Seeing the young man before him was a Ghibran. The one who has admired and loved. Not a single word came from their lips. But the eyes of both are quite perceptive. There is pain there, disappointment, pain and heartbreak. Their eyes seem to be talking. Saying all the feelings that are in the heart.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Aisyah realized the incident earlier. He was weak but trying hard. Step away from the Ghibran. The ghibran could only remain silent without seeing Aisyah's departure. Aisyah stopped from her steps and slowly she turned her head.

Looking at the Ghibran still there. Standing alone, there was not the slightest movement of his body. And he went back on his steps. Until no longer seen the existence of the woman glamorous.

"Aisha" said Ghibran. Then he turned his body. Looking for the girl's whereabouts. However, Aisyah was already nowhere to be seen anymore.

"Dad,"

Lirih Ghibran, then dropped his body. Sit on the floor. The quiet situation made him even more soluble in sadness. Shedding all the feelings that had been stirring in his heart all this time.

Aisyah ran towards the bathroom. He looked at his face behind the mirror. Now the tears had flooded his face which Ayu. Cowering weak helplessly. The warm thread increasingly rapidly fell down his cheeks.

"Create me, O God," he said softly, still bowed with sobs.

Who would not be hurt if they lost a loved one. Moreover, let him to be with his own friends. No matter how hard the heart holds, try to forget all the feelings. But still the feeling is always there. That was what Aisyah was feeling right now. The more he tried to forget Ghibran, the more hurt he was, the more broken he felt. Really, a lame girl.

He washed his face full of tears. Slowly raise your face. He looked at himself in the mirror before him. Try to strengthen yourself, be okay. Even though the heart is wounded. Really, no one knows about his feelings right now.

"You are strong Aisyah, you can definitely forget about her. Sure is!"

he said steadily trying to convince himself to breathe slowly. Give strength to his heart to look good in front of everyone.

Slowly he stepped out of the bathroom door. Even tears were no longer visible on her face. Aisyah reviewed the smile on her lips as she walked away.

****

"Dad,"

ghibran lirih. His eyes looked straight ahead, towards the seat that was at the very end of the third order. Yes, that's Aisyah's seat. Ghibran continued to stare at the empty chair. The owner is not there, only Azizah is there. Next to Aisyah's chair.

Aisha came with the books in her hands. Then sit down to greet his best friend, Azizah. There was no more sadness on the girl's face. Only the sweet smile she occasionally displayed. The ghibran kept staring at him from a distance.

Yesterday's events have not completely disappeared from his mind. When he collided with Aisyah and could only fall silent. Really, it hurt her even more.

"If only I could change this. But I can't, really! I'm sorry, Ayesha" said Ghibran, still looking at the girl. He woke up from his daydream and bowed weakly, staring pus-down.

It was seen a young man in his thirty years entering the classroom. Greeting the students/i. Then start teaching activities.

\* \* \*

"The soul mate, uniquely well," said one man while commenting on the warm smile on his lips.

"Unique, you mean?" Azizah turned her head in wonder, hearing Fahmi's words.

Azizah is with Fahmi. They are in a park, enjoying the beautiful afternoon. Azizah accidentally meets Fahmi there. At that time, Azizah was sitting alone in a chair and either coincidentally or perhaps already destined. Fahmi was passing by and saw Azizah there. Then he approached Azizah who was sitting alone.

"The fool, the secret of God. Only God knows about a man's soul mate, as well as death. No one knows when our souls will leave our bodies." Fahmi looked straight ahead. Azizah only looked at Fahmi at a glance, then stared straight after Fahmi.

"To be sure you and Ghibran can match. In fact, what I know is that the two of you never get along," continued Fahmi, smiling still looking ahead.

"Yes, you're right. In fact, I still don't believe it myself. Me and Ghibran are getting married and becoming a couple. I never thought that I would marry someone I didn't love at all" Azizah said at length.

Fahmi turned to Azizah, looking at her face with sadness. A warm thread began to drip from the young man's eyes. However, he swiftly wiped it using his index finger. As much as possible, try to hold back so as not to shed tears in front of the girl he has always admired.

Azizah was still staring straight ahead. With all the raging flavors in his head. Guilt for his best friend was always felt and disturbed the mind. He will soon marry a Ghibran. And must forget his feelings for the man he is now with. Azizah kept trying to endure all the sadness she felt. He did not want to look sad in front of Fahmi.

"Actually, it was after graduation. I want to worship a woman whom I have always admired." Azizah was surprised and immediately turned to Fahmi who was still staring straight ahead.

"But, apparently. The plan will only be wishful thinking" continued Fahmi, smiling bitterly.

"Why?" Azizah looked at the wonder also curious at Fahmi

"That's it, don't discuss it. It doesn't matter" Fahmi said with a bitter smile. "If you were Zah?" move on, switch the conversation.

"Ha, if I. You don't have to ask anymore, you already know. After graduation, I will get married and I will definitely stay at home. Being a housewife and a wife" said Azizah, smiling bitterly and occasionally wiping her tears that would fall down.

Fahmi just smiled bitterly looking at Azizah. Now, lastly see the woman he loves as a woman he admires.because after this, he will see Azizah as a wife of another man. There was pain in his heart. Now he has to let go of the woman he loves in silence for another man. However, trying hard and accept the harsh reality that he must experience.

"Be a good wife is also good. To your husband one day." Fahmi got up from his seat, Azizah just turned her head.

"Again, congratulations on your marriage to Ghibran. I go first," Fahmi continued smiling as she walked away.

Azizah was silent to Fahmi's departure. Not far away Fahmi stepped, Azizah called Fahmi back.

"Fahmi," Azizah called out a little yell, standing to see Fahmi's departure. Fahmi stopped his steps and looked over.

"Thank you" Azizah continued, throwing a smile. And Fahmi just nodded slowly while commenting on the smile on his lips. Then step away.

Fahmi left carrying the pain he felt in his heart. Leaving Azizah alone there. Azizah sat back in the chair. Slowly, Azizah responded to Fahmi's words saying that he wanted to preach a woman. However, the young man broke his intentions. Without telling me what the reason is. Is that woman who she is? Or it's just his feelings. Tears instantly drenched the girl's cheeks. Now, he was really devastated to remember the words Fahmi earlier.

"Yes, Allah .." he said softly while rubbing his face with both hands.

\* \* \*

The girl, sitting pensively in a chair in the courtyard of the house. His hand held limp a piece of white paper. Every now and then, his eyes glanced towards the paper in hand. A blank look, looking straight ahead. His mind was mixed, whether he should feel happy or even sad? On the one hand he thought about the moment of his graduation, which soon only had to count the days. And on the other hand, his mind was shattered, thinking that his best friend's wedding day was about to take place.

Slowly, the warm feathers fell soaking into her smooth white cheeks with almost no stain. His gaze was still straight ahead, with all the raging flavors raging in the heart.

He looked at the paper he was holding.

Was this my decision the right one? Yes, God made my heart accept all this.

inner talking. Bowing his head, tears shed instantly on his face.

A middle-aged woman came, sitting next to him. He took a slow look at Aisyah's back, who was now grieving. Aisyah immediately embraced uminya, vent all the sadness in the umi's arms. Now, uminya also already know the cause of her son sad, Aisyah can not lie to Uminya.

Finally, he decided to tell all the problems that had disturbed his heart and mind. Because, only Um is the place for him to complain. After complaining before the Creator.

"Patience, you must be strong. Umi knows, this is hard for you, baby. But, believe me God has given the best destiny for you," said Umi Aisyah, still hugging her child tightly. Aisyah was just crying in the arms of the Umi.

"Yes, Mi," said Aisyah, releasing a hug and looking at the Umi in front of her.

"Umi know, you're a strong woman, son." Umi Aisyah landed a warm kiss on Aisyah.

Aisyah simply closed her eyes. Feel the warm kiss of the umi, feel the love of his umi that he greatly loved. Now, Um is the only source of strength to be able to continue his life that has been destroyed, after he had to give up the person he loves even in silence.

The pensive ghibran, standing on the balcony of his bedroom terrace, enjoys the fresh air in the morning. Sunlight began to enter his room. His face bowed while taking slow breaths.

"I'm sorry, Aisha, now we really can't unite" said Ghibran, staring at the trees before him.

"In a moment, my wedding day and Azizah will be held. But, why in the least I do not feel happy about my marriage. Yes, God can I love Azizah? Meanwhile, in this heart the name Aisyah is still stored so neat."

Ghibran rubs his face rough. Slowly, he took his breath. Putting out all the slight flavors made her heart tight. He looked back at the trees before him with a blank look.

Elsewhere, Azizah and Fahmi are feeling deep sadness. Fahmi who had to give up his girlfriend was edited by another man, none other than his own close friend. His intention to beat Azizah is now only a dream and a dream. The pain, being destroyed, also being injured was increasingly raging in his heart. How not, now he must really let go of his heart with others.

The meeting the other day was the last time with Azizah. Because, he would not be able to see Azizah standing in the pelaminan with other men. Moreover, if he must see when Ijab qabul later. So Fahmi decided to leave the city that had raised him after graduation later. Leaving love behind her past.

While Azizah, she kept crying since last night. Either have to be happy for the marriage that just counts the days or sad. He never thought he would marry someone he didn't love. In fact, he had to bury his feelings towards Fahmi who had been buried all this time.

Also the guilt on his own best friend, Aisyah. Which makes him sad and never forgets about it. Now it is only sincerity that he must instill in his heart, receiving all the decrees of the giver of all things.

Doesn't love have to be? We can choose to love anyone. But, we can not choose who our soul mate, because there is a soul mate who regulates. As hard as trying to resist, if it is destined to be a match then, we can do nothing more. In addition to being sincere and accepting everything.