I'm Putting My Destiny on You

That Love....?

Orange spray radiates beautifully in the western horizon there. Between the weeds and the weeds that grew green in a hill. Two beautiful girls and a few little girls were sitting staring at the ceiling that afternoon.

Their bodies move left and right. Following the sholawat they kicked. A sunny afternoon with a blushing twilight. Makes the heart feel flowery. Smile on their lips.

Screaming the sound of the wind. Like a beautiful melody that soothes the soul. What a power of God with all the beauty that is created. Reminds the heart to remain grateful to the greatness of the Divine.

That afternoon as usual Alfiani was in charge of taking the children to study outside. Tells the role model in the past who until now still have to be imitated. On this hill, Alfiani invites children to learn. And finally enjoy the beauty that Allah presents in a dazzling twilight painting. Painting of the Supreme Being the owner of power.

" Siblings want Maghrib, go home !" invite Alfi to children who are still fun chatting in the shade of the twilight reddened.

" Yes" they said in unison. Alfiani who had been standing smiled warmly at the little girls.

" Oh !" call Salwa, who will attend Alfiani's teaching that afternoon. They had walked down the hill, both walking side by side.

" Hm, why ?" ask Alfie who is walking slowly. Because the road is a little steep.

'' Yesterday in Cariin mas Yudis said Salwa made Alfi's forehead wrinkled.

'' There is no promise I have with him, but he said find me ?'' ask Alfi who felt there was no interest in the man. Salwa shrugged her shoulders, not knowing the meaning of the man who intensively asked the whereabouts of the friend.

'' If I see her, she likes you. How are you ?'' salwa continued, now they have reached the ramps. Walk away from the hills.

'' How is what ? ''. Alfi looked at his best friend with a question mark.

'' Yes your feelings to him ''

" Yes not how, ordinary, '' replied plain Alfi.

" No deg-degan is it right to meet him ?'' cerca Salwa, with a probing look at the friend.

'' Yes deg-degan it, if not deg-degan die dong I'' said Alfiani relaxed. Makes Salwa look upset.

'' That's not what Alfiani meant ''s upset Salwa who was laughed at by Alfi .

'' I don't feel anything like Judis, he is good. But yes how, my feelings are ordinary'' said Alfi seriously.

" Well the same Faiq ?'' asked Salwa who immediately made the hue of Alfi's face change.

'' Same Mas Faiq why ?'' Alfi asked back as if he did not understand the question posed by the friend.

'' Don't pretend you don't understand. Do you like the same Faiq ?'' salwa's search made Alfiani wrong.

'' No need to bother, he is my brother''. elak Alfiani but can not hide the hue on his face.

" Honestly, I love Mas Faiq "goda Salwa while trying Alfi chin. Salwa's gaze was really upsetting.

" Im amazed that Sal may "answer Alfiani without stopping his steps. Salwa embraces Alfis shoulder.

'' Naturally, Faiq was handsome ". Salwa murmured which was still clearly heard by Alfiani. The two now walked behind away from the children who were chasing ahead there.

" Where's the same gang as Mas Fariz ?" now Alfi turned around to rub Salwa who had met his cheek red. Alfi who did not get an answer, teased by tugging at the tip of the hijab in Salwa.

" Ih what the hell Al, iseng "sulang Salwa who only laughed at Alfi.

" Love is said by the people of grace Al, so just enjoy when the feeling is present in our hearts" Salwa said after a while both of them fell silent.

" Love can be a gift when we are able to put it where it should be. When love leads us to kindness, sincerity, and sincerity. But love can be disastrous when we put love above everything else. The lust of the world will rule over us in the name of love." Jabar Alfi while continuing to step. The afternoon atmosphere is comfortable with a soothing breeze.

Salwa smiled, agreeing with what her best friend said.

" You really are "said Salwa briefly. Until they are in a fairly densely populated settlement although not as dense as in the city. But the distance of one house from another house is not too far away.

At the intersection the two separated. Salwa walked towards her house, and so did Alfie. Upon entering the courtyard of the Maghrib adhan kumandang echoed. Alfie rushed in. At the door, Alfi almost hit Faiq who was about to leave the house.

" Assalamualaikum mas" said Alfi who immediately lowered his head and shifted his body giving way to Faiq.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warrohmatullohi wabarokatu "complete Faiq replied. A faint smile then passed leaving Alfi who went straight into the house .

There was always an unusual thump in the hearts of those two people. But they just keep it in the chest. Both seemed to enjoy the taste for themselves. Without daring to show the true taste has been blown in the chest. They don't want to cross the line.

The two are now sheltering on the same roof, it would be a scandal if the feeling was obvious. And again, Alfiani is not a girl who will be in a relationship with the opposite sex before there is a sacred bond of marriage.

Let it be the color of his life. A feeling created by the power without anyone being able to evade it.

Like a normal night after the mosque after prayers. They relax, enjoy a snack with a warm drink.

" This is your first salary" said Father, holding out an envelope to Faiq as they sat down to enjoy the cool gusts of the night breeze on the side porch. Not far from there, two children and their wife were sitting on a bench under a mango tree.

" Gajih for what Yah?, Faiq has been a lot of trouble here. Faiq just wants to help dad ", said Faiq trying to resist subtly. My dad smiled friendly. Take Faiq's hand and put the envelope in the young man's hand.

" Never think you're such a hassle here. You're a father's son just like Fariz and Alfi. Parents should take care of their children. It's not much money, but it's your right, accept. Mom and Dad don't know all your needs. Use it to buy what you need "dad explained with a gentle greeting. Faiq bowed, staring at the envelope nanar in his hand.

What good has he done in the past ?. Until now when his memory disappeared, he was met with good people like Farhan's father and family.

" Thank you Well "weep Faiq.