IF YOU ARE A FOOL

This is CInta

After the departure of Brother Jo and Dian I again saw the presence of Ustadz Billal who was meeting guests. But there was a different face than before. In my heart there was a little bit of guilt, but back I shook off that feeling. Sooner or later this is going to happen. For I am not God, who can make all His people happy.

On the other hand, I can also see the unfriendly face of Brother Jo. Whether it was aimed at me or at Dian. I just hope they don't meet out there and fight. Who am I, until it has to be fought over by them.

The reception at this session has been completed. There is a break until later after the magrib and there will be a closing reception. I don't know which family I have left, I will definitely resign after my job is done. Because tomorrow I have to be busy with college.

I left my mom who was still busy preparing the dress for the final session. After saying goodbye to all, Siska and I left the home of Sister Maryam.

"Kay... " Siska started the conversation as soon as the car had driven.

"yes, what" I replied.

"are you really ready to raise the war flag? " it seems I understand by the intent of Siska's words.

"want how else, already caught red-handed" I replied without burden.

"not just the d.u.a boy, but t.i.g.a" Siska emphasized the words two, and three.

"you should have encouraged me. It's not that nakut-nakutin" I protested to Siska.

"hahaha, kirain is already a strong woman now. No need for more spirit from friends" joked Siska.

"what the hell. Udah ah, again tired. don't need to discuss the three first. Pegel's feet, want in the incandescent" I whine. My feet ached after hours of wearing high heels. Perhaps another with Siska who is used to wearing high heels.

"we went to the pharmacy first. Buy oil for your feet"

"there really? "

"there are. I used to wear it a lot in the beginning"

While passing through the pharmacy Siska deflects the car and parking. In a spoiled tone I asked Siska for help so that she would come down to buy her the oil she meant. Lucky to have such a good friend, hehe 😄

Arriving at the Siska pesantren told me to take a bath and soak in hot water. It is good to get rid of aches in the body. Understandably, he was used to self-indulgent care. So understand that kind of thing. And I just follow.

Sure enough, the body feels fresher. After the Asar prayer I began to lay down. Do not forget to apply the oil that was purchased.

On the sidelines of the tambourine I called Dian. Want to see if something happened with him and Jo's sister. Honestly, I admit, I was so worried about him. Somehow, I think I'm so hard to contain. Is it because I have confessed that this is a feeling of love?

The first, second, third ring has no answer. "maybe he's busy" I thought.

Turning from the thought of Dian, on the other hand I was still thinking about Jo. It's nothing, it's just that I can't forget all of Jo's kindness towards me. Even if all that there are frills, that is the hope of my feelings for him.

I didn't call Jo right away. It would be very conspicuous if I just suddenly and just called her. I am the one who plans my own decisions.

I sent chatt a message to Adek. He must know a lot about Jo. From the beginning I left the house, never at all have I asked the circumstances of brother Jo to adek. I can see for myself just now, Brother Jo looks thinner. There was a black hollow under his eyelids. But what power, again and again. I can't make everyone happy.

Me and my husband replied to a message. There are so many things I ask him. Whether I realize or not about my feelings that have been tethered to Dian. Or rather he thought, all my curiosity about brother Jo because of the feeling of love. Which would have answered just like that. It seems that she cares about Jo's sister, but she didn't ask me to make up with her.

Chatt had to be cut off because there was an incoming call from Dian

"assalamu'alaikum" I said as soon as I pressed the green button.

"waalaikumsalam hall. Sorry I was still teaching at TPQ" he replied telling. Maybe he's worried if I'm worried about him.

"owh, that's it" I answered briefly. Hearing his voice, my heart is at peace. I forgot what to say.

"yes, why? " ask her back.

"echm.... earlier... did not meet the same brother Jo on the road right? " ask me to investigate.

"no. Just calm. I must have avoided fighting with him. We have been friends" he said with certainty.

"have it been, was that all? " he asked when I was silent for a while after asking the previous question.

"ekhem" I answered briefly.

"worry about me or Johan" asked Dian with an emphasis sentence.

"both together. You love me, he's my best friend" I quickly continued my sentence. Before Dian misunderstood.

"like him you call a friend? it's not like he's been expecting your love" this phrase strikes like a bolt of lightning in the ear. It clearly sounds a dislike tone from his words.

"owh, I mispronounced" I tried to neutralize the anger that was starting to arise.

"rarely good guys are girls, without a purpose. Surely the end there is also a 'love' appendage'. Including ustadz Billal maybe" huh, what kind of protest sentence is this, is he jealous?

"you jealous? " ask me innocently.

"already been jealous of you. It's immune to it" he said.

"but it's different. If you were jealous it was unclear. Like to make rules unclear, be unclear, .. "not finished I talk Dian cut my speech.

"yes yes, dear.

Don't talk about what you used to. Too long. It will make you not feel good anymore, just like me.

Sorry, sorry, sorry so sorry. 1000x words do not feel enough to apologize. Let's forget the past. Do you want us to have a new day that is more fun?

I'm just asking for one thing, no matter what happens we face together. Never hide the problem, no matter how small it is" a sentence that melts the heart, a profit made by God. Man-made may have melted.

I kept quiet, living up to what Dian had just said.

"Adzan magrib. This is my schedule to be a muezzin. It's a long time ago" because I did not also give a response, Dian finally said goodbye to turn off the phone.

Phone connection disconnected. I was still stunned to feel an unrelenting heart murmur. I don't know what I feel. Is this what it feels like to fall in love?

*Oh Allah, if this feeling is true then guide the servant to take true love. Keep this feeling until the time comes. Make our way to get to his place. The most beautiful place to carve love on the blessing of parents.

Oh my God, how small this heart is. How small this is. Forgive me for possibly hurting the feelings of your other people. Forgive yourself for being limited. May you present a more deserving companion, to those whose love I cannot repay*.

My heart still rippled to hear Dian chanting Adzan. The Mushola that is occupied is very close to the pesantren environment. You could say behind the walls of my bedroom. It's just outside the pesantren complex. So that the sound of the Adhan in the mosque is heard more clearly than the sound of the adhan in the pesantren mosque.

Adhan's voice that I haven't heard long enough, even I used to hate that voice. Time can change everything. Now the coolness of the Adhan's voice swept through my deepest feelings.

I remember that between the times when prayer mustajab was between the Adhan and the iqamah. May the prayer that I have just offered in my heart in Ijabah by His. aamiin

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things, too long update?

yes, until you get a love letter from NT 😅

follow the prayer Kayra can not donk yes, so that diijabah and cepet marriage.

uh, you know. How do you marry, where is the story of Kayra with 3 princes who have been promised??

readers, want to continue the story of the love affair 3 princes? or just skip????

yukk yuuk, can comment. convey each other's wishes

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