IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Decisions

"that means you're cornering Brother Jo? walking alone out of agreement"

"it could be so. But I don't know, I'm too stupid about this. It may be true that you said, I was selfish"

"may I give you advice? " i tried to answer what he was worried about.

"I know about the feeling it's very hard to fight. But rest assured, there will be no two loves in one's heart. Love knows where it will dock. And will not the soul mate be changed?

Stay consistent with your agreement, until the time comes.

You are equally important to me..... "

"so, you like Johan too? " Dian interrupted my sentence with a sharper look.

"not so. I mean, it's equally important for me to keep a good relationship with you.

YOU ARE MY HEART'S CHOICE

and brother Jo, our parents have been friends for a long time. However, Brother Jo has contributed to my life. I don't want to corner him even if at the end of it I hurt him"

"is that true, I didn't mishear what you just said? "

"yes, I admit ☺ I chose you too"

honestly I admit, even though I do not know where in the end this heart will dock. I hope he is my soul mate someday.

"Alhamdulillah o Allah" thanksgiving which was then followed by a prostration of gratitude.

"is that happy for him? " i thought in my heart while smiling a smile I had never gotten when I met him.

"What kind of "happiness is this? this is just the beginning. But it felt, ah...never imagined before" my tears came back to watch it. This is called happy tears.

"Hopefully by being open to each other, mutual trust and mutual support are able to bring this happiness to a more real relationship" I said that and he rose from his prostration.

"thank you very much. I don't promise to make you happy, maybe my mother will be a hindrance to our path.

But I promise I'll never hurt you again"

"hopefully. I'm so tired of all your silly behavior. You're too insistent"

"just like that is still repeatedly ignored, especially. "he stopped because I stared at the cellphone that just kept ringing.

It's almost four in the afternoon. It turned out that I had been in this place for almost an hour with Dian, not feeling.

"why not picked up, then the phone continues there may be something important" he noticed the screen of my phone.

"it doesn't matter" but I turned off my phone.

My happiness has just begun, I don't want to go back to feeling annoyed by Billal's behavior.

"finished yet?" dian's words made me realize that there was still him in front of me. And I immediately put the phone back in the bag.

"actually I got the key from ustad Billal" he said flatly.

"you know ustad Billal? " i was quite surprised by his words. Why is the world so narrow.

"yes, it used to be the custad of the time of the Arabic race.

What do you have to do with Ustad Billal? "

"i live there" I answered briefly.

"means you live in pesantren X?"

I nodded

"why did you get to campus? "

"just got better, it's getting possessive" I grumbled. Actually happy too, that means he noticed, hihi

"not so. I know Ustad Billal. The people closest to him are not random people.

"lucky what the hell, butts yes" I said origin

"meaning? " Dian insists.

"don't talk about ustad Billal ah, make it sick" said I upset.

"there's a problem with ustad Billal? "

"not me, but he likes to find trouble with me. Take it easy, I can handle it" answered me with the contents in the head already has a variety of sense to work on him.

"already, if you think so.

So, what about us? " Shan asked back.

"oh yeah, you're wondering about ustad Billal. So change the topic Khan.

So yes, just live your deal with Jo. Until we can actually have a serious relationship, not just a courtship.

Most importantly, we are better and we both know how we feel.

Let me study again in peace. Who knows with the science of religion that I get, can make ummi you sincere to accept me as a daughter-in-law " (uhuk.. uhuk, uhuk.

"you are indeed smart" he said briefly while stroking the top of my crown with a smile that managed to calm my heart.

"jasdah, afternoon. Who are you going home with, why not Siska from now on? " he said back.

"Siska's sick, don't come in. So let ustad Billal give me a ride because he has a need in the office next door" I told him.

"but it's just Billal rese, so it's males near the guy" I said in an annoyed tone.

"i'll just ride the vehicle online" I finished my speech.

"want me to take you? " he made an offer.

"no. Later became a habit if only one foot given a chance" I refused firmly.

"OK. I want the Asar prayer first, maybe you want to come? " he made an offer. And I'm still quiet.

"just relax, Johan is home" I nodded.

Fresh air filled my nasal cavity, even though it wasn't morning.

After taking ablution we prayed together. It feels so comfortable. Unfortunately it is not halal to shake hands. But to pray, can he not pray, right?

The fresh face that I had longed for in silence, I was now able to look back at her with a smile.

This is the calm I have always wanted.

"want to get to the front? " he still hasn't given up on offering me a ride. Maybe he forgot the deal he made with Jo's brother, so happy.

"no, Dian. Maybe Jo's brother has come home, but there are still many eyes on this campus. And that guy's mouth is now slipping" I remember.

"jas is that. I'll accompany you to the online vehicle coming"

I nodded this time. Before the prayer I had ordered, it might be coming soon.

And right, the online vehicle I ordered came. It's almost five in the afternoon I'm picking up the car. Maybe it's past the magrib I reached the boarding school, if the streets are crowded. Fortunately, it was Asar's prayer.

The car drove out of the courtyard of the mosque. And again, before I closed the door, Dian had shouted "my number should not be blocked"

I just smiled in my heart. Where could I have done that, even if it was her number I blocked, but I would never have been able to block her name in my heart.

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