I'm Putting My Destiny on You

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Time seemed to stop when the smile welcomed the presence of a soul in the twisting longing that was unable to unravel in words. Silence can only look. Beautiful face with beautiful twilight. The radiant beautiful face delivered a dazzling aura. Who wants to deny, why that face ?. And heart palpitations are increasingly encouraged when looking at the eyes like trapped.

That afternoon, in a field. Sit around the little kids. Pay close attention to a girl who tells with enthusiasm. It was Alfiani who spent his afternoon in the library with the children. Read a fairy tale while sitting on grass that grows in the library yard.

" Assalamualaikum "greet someone who has been paying attention since, but only dared to approach when his existence in the clear netra that the beautiful girl in purple hijab has.

" Wa'alaikumussalam warrohmatullohi wabarokatu "sahut they simultaneously while looking at Andreas who came to them.

" Hello everyone, how are you ?" ask Andreas kindly.

" Both "brother they are in unison. Andreas smiled in response. Alfi stood up from her seat.

" Siblings read their own books first yes, brother wants to talk to brother Andre first" said Alfi who was asserted simultaneously by children who immediately scattered into the library.

" How are you ?" alfi asked who stood in front of Andreas at a considerable distance.

" Thank God, how are you, yourself ?" reply Andreas with a look that can not be separated from the beautiful girl in front of him.

" Alhamdulillah is also good. Oh yes thank you very much, brother Andreas has awakened this library and filled it with various books ", said Alfiani.

Because the library that is now managed by Alfi and Salwa is actually built with Andreas' money, even with books that are mostly submissions from the man.

" Everyone may be useful to all of you" said Andreas, Alfiani smiled as he lifted his face to see a glimpse of a face that he honestly wanted to look at for a long time. To reduce the knot of longing that binds the heart. But he did not have that courage, until he chose to go back down.

" Oh yeah, so I brought a book, I already gave it to Salwa. There was also a deposit from Diandra " said Andreas who stood with his hands in his pants pocket. Her hair is now unraveled in the afternoon wind.

" Thank you, also tell me to Diandra" said Alfiani. Andreas just nodded in response.

Now both of them are silent, complaining lips to speak, but longs to be more turbulent to melt the heart. And time seemed to stop locking up the body as if it was imprinted. Silence, unmoving can't express feelings through words. Let a glimmer be conveyed through the eyes. Until it ends with a reality that hits the feelings.

His heart is not okay. The taste is still the same, the feeling he wants to escape his existence, but why continue to thrive in the chest.

Now Alfiani was leaning against the wall between the bookshelves. Covering his face with his palm. Muffled the sobs that he could no longer bear. This test is too hard to pass.

A hand suddenly grabbed him. Alfiani gasped in shock and saw who was carrying him in an embrace. It turned out that Salwa who accidentally saw the friend was crying when he arranged the book that had just been brought by Andreas.

" Why is it still like this Sal, why has nothing changed with this feeling?"." lamented Alfi in his tears. He was tormented with a sense that continued to ensnare his soul. He realized that love was impossible for him to have.

" What should I do Sal ?" alfi continued lamenting the heart that felt tight. Love is so tight that it cannot move.

" Submit everything to Alloh Al, only Allah can reduce all the burdens that ensnare your heart "the shrewd Salwa makes Alfi jerked. He is like a Godless man, lamenting the heart for love . Doesn't the taste exist because Allah created it?, then only Allah is able to parse the taste. Or precisely because Allah wants the taste to continue to grow.

" Athaghfirullah hal'adzim "cloak Alfi who began to control themselves. He let go of the friend's embrace, wiping the tears that flowed down his cheek.

" I cried myself until I forgot where I should have surrendered." Alfiani inhaled a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Trying to calm his heart.

He cannot let the fortress of his heart fall. That taste cannot control every joint of his soul. And the more he realized that the taste must be destroyed, why the pain increasingly gnawed at the heart. Is this the sincerity that he coarses?, in fact the feeling is really stifling.

" It turns out that it hurts like this, Sal ?" alfi complained while holding his chest that felt tight. Salwa held onto Alfi's shoulder, staring pity at her best friend.

" Let the heart process Al, do not force it. It all takes time" Salwa said. Alfi slammed into the arms of the friend.

And behind the bookshelf, a young man closed his eyes. Enjoy the same stuff. Until no tears flowed from his eyes. What should it be ?. His love hurt two women. Surviving with Diandra he can not deny the feeling that is no longer the same. But leaving him to pursue another love?, is he that hard ?.

Andreas could only scoop out the roughness of his face. It feels too painful. Trapped in two hearts that he could not possibly have both. He has to choose.

" O Allah, I leave all the ways of my destiny to Mu ya Alloh." said Andreas. It felt like this ordeal was too much for him. If he could ask he never wanted to recover from his amnesia. There is only Alfiani in my heart. But maybe Alloh still wants to test his heart. Then he will fall back in prostration. Asking for guidance from the Divine.