Halal Lover
Part 1's
"I've felt it before
all the bitterness in life.
The most bitter is
hope to man."
ali bin Abi Thalib
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"WA, you know what?" ask a girl whose full name is Natasha Ar-rasyid.
"Yes, you haven't told me yet. What the hell, Cha?!" answer the girl in front of him.
Cha, Acha, is the call that Nazwa Zivara Nafitri gave to Natasha Ar-rasyid.
Nazwa Zivara Nafitri is a 17-year-old girl. Now he is in the 12th grade and is in the final semester, meaning the stages will face UNBK or Computer-Based National Examination. The youngest of two children, he has one older brother who now works as a young CEO at a property company owned by Abinya in Semarang.
Natasya Ar-rasyid is a girl who has gentle manners - but is also chatty in time - that is counter-compared to Nazwa. This girl does not like the term child relationship today known as the term 'dating' it. He has the principle that the soul mate has been well arranged by God. It likes to go to studies rather than hanging out obscurely. Natasha is a good friend of Nazwa at SMA-IT Tunas Bangsa, Yogyakarta.
"Hehe yes, I haven't said, have I? So gini, later in the afternoon there will be a study Ust. Hanan Diafhakri. You're keeping me, Dad?" pinta Acha on her best friend.
Drrt .. drrtt ...
Nazwa's phone shook on his desk bench. The gold-colored flat object was taken from the pocket of his gray skirt.
"Eh, Cha. No, yes" he told Acha.
A short WhatsApp notif from his lover who is able to make his stomach like tickled thousands of butterflies.
Rakakuu💙
Later to go home to school meet at the cafe usually, can you?
Nazwa quickly typed in a reply for his girlfriend.
Can dong, Ka! 💘
The smiling Nazwa made Acha shake her head. He could guess what was going on with his friend.
"Wa, are you still dating Raka?"
Nazwa nodded in spirit. "Still dong! This is our third anniversary! Three years, Cha .. shadow deh," replied Nazwa with a sparkling face.
"Don't abi and your brother forbid you to date, huh? Why the hell are you so unwilling to beat them up? Their advice is good, you know. They don't want you in the pit of sin, and they certainly don't want you"
"Dark! Oh, that's it, Cha. Please, yeah, don't talk to me just yet. I'm still grim." Yeah." Nazwa.
"Astaghfirullah, Nazwa! It is my duty as your friend to always remind you when you stray from the way of God. Are you ashamed of your hijab? I don't want you-"
Not only did Acha finish his speech, again Nazwa had cut. "Yes, yes, I know! Don't talk yet, okay? Not tired of what?"
Acha exhaled deeply. I can't stop thinking if his best friend becomes this stubborn.
"Oh yes. About the study during the day, I don't think I can help you, either" Nazwa continued.
"Loh, why? This study is good, a lot of benefits for our daily lives."
"Eum .. I have an appointment with Raka after school. Next time, huh?"
Acha is a herd of her own now. "Well when are you guys being put on this? Are you tired of backstreet mulu? Gini ya Wa, the man who really loves it will not change courtship, Wa. If he really loves you, he will come to your house with his parents to ask you to abi directly, not to meet diem-diem gini!"
Nazwa bled his lips. "No more lectures."
"Yee! Who wants to break up? Raka says she wants to preach me if I graduate later."
Acha just obeyed the words of his best friend. In his heart he always prayed that God would guide Nazwa so that his friend would return to the right path. The path in the Ridhoi of Allah.
***
"WE broke up!" a man said to the girl in front of him.
The girl looked stunned to hear the man in front of her. "Decided?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"But why, Ka? What's my fault?" His eyes began to glaze over, indicating that there was a lump of tears ready to fall at any time.
"We don't fit in."
The girl started crying pitifully, pulling the man's arm in front of her. "Can't do it, Ka! I don't want to break up with you!"
Raka, the man smiled disdainfully. "Why? Can't you live without me?"
"Udah, yes, from now on we have nothing to do. Hye!" He then left the area Cafe Gardenia.
"Raka!" his screams tried to call out to the man who was a few seconds ago sitting before him. Wishing the man would turn around and pull out all his words just now.
He stumbled and fell, causing both knees to bruise and hurt.
However, what you should know; that the pain in his knee is not worth the pain he felt in his heart.
He cried while struggling with the support of his two injured knees to hold his body.
His circumstances were truly pitiful in the eyes of everyone watching.
His cry grew even more when the man was completely out of sight. His heart felt sore, like it was sliced into thousands of pieces. Three years of relationship with his girlfriend is now foundered just for reasons that are not suitable. Classic right?
What does that man think he is? Disconnecting unilaterally with cliche reasons that he has often heard through many humans.
Then he remembered his general advice;
"Sir, never be in a relationship with a man who is not your mahram. Unless there is a dowry and guardian accompanying. Do you know that God does not like those who precede His will? Well, according to Ummi, the person who is dating is a person who does not believe that the soul mate has been arranged well in the hands of God. You understand, don't you?"
"And do not approach adultery; (zina) it is a wicked deed and a bad way." QS. Al - Isra' 32
His crying was increasingly broken when he remembered the advice of ummi who had never been confused. He was in a relationship with a man who was not his mahram for three years, meeting secretly without the knowledge of his family.
O Allah ... Where have my mind and mind been all this time?
Astarghfirullahaladzim aposchland.
His heart repeatedly said Istighfar, hoping that Allah would forgive all his sins.
The woman-Nazwa--- was walking on a sledge as she exited the area. The drizzling he didn't care. The people around him looked pityfully at Nazwa. Over time the rain grew heavier, but it did not prevent Nazwa from taking shelter. He continued to walk through thousands of rainwater that fell along with his tears that fell along with the rain.
Nazwa felt his head pounding violently as a result of crying too much and too long in the rain. He was about to pull over at a bus terminal, intending to take shelter while waiting for the turn of the bus to pass.
At the same time there was a man who was also in the shade because it seemed that the man was using a motorcycle. Evidently with the perch of a red Kawasaki Ninja in front of him.
When Nazwa was about to sit on the bench waiting for the passenger who was at the far end of the place where the man was sitting, but suddenly his gaze blackened. Nazwa was unconscious.
Seriate.
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