Hubbak Ghali, Yes Habibi Qolbi

Qianzy Is Hard to Control

From the stomach, up to the heart. That's how Husain felt. However, there was no way he would show his interest in Qianzy since it was indeed impossible for him. 

"God, this child can be creative in making food as well. It's delicious doughnuts and fried foods, "praise Abid proudly. 

"You are also a Muslim. I must have married you, Husain," he continued. 

Uhuk ... uhuk…. 

Husain coughed as a result of choking if Abid said he wanted to marry himself to Qianzy if Qianzy is a Muslimah. 

"Drink," said Abid, giving him a bottle of mineral water that he always had on the table. 

"Other times, if you eat pray first! So choking, right? Or in fact, you want everything, so eat it spout-flop?" goda Abid's.

"O Allah, I am .. Never mind, the important thing is to drink first" Husain could only say yes. 

That night's talk ended well. Husain returned to the hut and immediately cleaned himself up for a rest. When he finished washing his face, he saw Qianzy's scarf hanging behind the door of his room. Instantly remembered with Qianzy's babble that always sniffed at her. 

"Astaghfirullah, danger if I put it here. I'd better put it in a drawer or a small box. It could be that the devil takes control of my mind later, na'udzubillah," murmured Husain

The scarf is put in a small box, then stored in the closet tightly. Husain then sat on the bench of his room. Staring at the lights that usually illuminate him when writing on his bedroom desk. 

Rubbing his chest, Husayn said, "O Allah, this is the first time I have felt anything with the opposite sex. Is this a feeling like that?"

"I meet a lot of women every day when teaching. But meet with Qianzy-" 

Loving someone who has not become muhrimnya certainly should not be excessive, for example in looking at him, despite having more feelings and not approaching directly, seeing the non-muhrim also includes eye zina to be avoided.

It is better to fight patiently to get a halal relationship. When friends are in love then friends should be able to take care of themselves and maintain the honor as a Muslimah. As in a hadith, which means, 

"Don't you tilt one view to a woman who is not a mahram with another view, because the first view is lawful to you, but not the second!". (HR Abu Dawood).

"No! I can't love someone for this time. There is still much to be done until the time comes" murmured Husayn, laying down his body, and praying for sleep.

The night for Qianzy was a very annoying night. He kept thinking of his two foster parents who had died when he was alone in the room.

"Hate so much that this clock can not be brushed. Tuh son three where also, why until now has not come," grumbled Qianzy waiting for his three new friends.

About 30 minutes of waiting, finally the one Qianzy was waiting for had arrived. Romli, Rudi and Muslih roamed through the window of his room. 

"Eh buset, where are the three of you going at this new hour muter?" qianzy whispered. 

"We have to teach the children to go first. It's all because of Husain. He asked you to teach the children a salary, because of you" Romli explained in a whisper as well. 

"Hey, keep this so no? I brought some meatballs and some tempura. We're gonna burn again or not?" ask Qianzy. 

Romli, Rudi and Muslih did not immediately answer. They negotiate first, so as not to misstep and end with a punishment.

"All right, we want to. But there is a condition" Muslih hissed. 

"Heh, since when have you guys dared to negotiate with me like this?" pissed Qianzy. 

"Hey, it's not hard, Qiqi. It's just ... If we get caught, are you willing to defend us?"  sahut Romli's. 

"You're too noisy. We'll see, if my brother gets angry again, I'll take care of him!" qianzy jumped from her bedroom window.

Qianzy is hard to sit in the house. Since childhood, Qianzy has been released from homework. Although both adoptive parents are busy, Qianzy is a child who is always pampered. 

Qianzy and her three best friends went around first running errands from the boarding school on a night watch. After it was finished, as usual they built a small campfire and started burning the meatballs and tempura that Qianzy brought. 

"Mah okay meatballs on fire. But tempura? It's not just getting louder, is it?" ask Muslih. 

"Just enjoy the flow ...," said Qianzy began to stab one by one the meatballs he brought. 

"You stay at Kyai's house. When did you buy all this?" ask Romli. 

"But modern times. We've been spoiled with internet and technology facilities, Bro." Qianzy explained casually. 

Still busy with burning, they began to give Husayn who was notoriously firm and rarely spoke like other Ustadz, except being taught.

"Hey, why are you talking to him? Speaking of which that person is not good, there is no benefit. Mending us to eat," said Qianzy busy twirling his meatballs so as not to burn. 

Her three best friends waded thumbs up to Qianzy's lazy golden speech talking about other people. After they had eaten, they fell asleep right near the little cottage they had slept in before. 

Qianzy's phone suddenly rang, shaking her friends until they woke up. 

"Sory, you go to bed. I pick up the phone first" Qianzy said. 

The call was apparently from his former girlfriend named Christian. The ex asks where he is now. An ex who still loves her very much, makes Qianzy reluctant to have another relationship with her. 

"What's wrong?" ask Qianzy. 

"Where are you?" ask Christian. 

"What do you care?" ketus Qianzy's. 

"I want to meet, just be us-"

"I'm busy. Don't bother me! Especially, what time is it? Do you no longer have the manners to call the jak 3 in the morning?" qianzy sulut. 

Qianzy turned off the phone call from her ex-boyfriend. Soon he rushed back to the little cottage and woke up his friends not to sleep because the time was already in at one third of the night. 

"Wake, woy! You guys want tahajud, right? I went home first, before Mas Abid came and caught us eating together again!" qianzy shouted woke up her three friends. 

"But, ka-you ..," Rudi's speech came to a halt. 

"That's it, I didn't mean to cut your words. Sorry, yes. I'm saying good, " Qianzy put her hoodie back on while covering her head in her hoodie hat. 

As he walked past a small mosque that was likely already rarely used, Qianzy saw Husain there with the Qur'an in hand. His eyes were closed and his mouth was still pouting. 

"He's rote? Why is he there alone?" inner Qianzy. "Well, get me even more! Let me take a closer look" he murmured. 

Slowly, Qianzy's footsteps approached Husain at the small mosque. Hearing Husain chant the holy verse of the Qur'an made Qianzy's tears drip down instantly. 

Will Qianzy be found out?