ISTIKHARAH LOVE

By Name

The door opened and saw a beautiful woman in a gray hijab using a long robe covering her entire body, coming out to us and sahil.

Instantly this self was like a statue that could not move despite the wind trying to hit it, my eyes were focused on the woman who was talking to the lawful, the one, I was just fascinated to see her white face shining like a pearl in the morning sun, a soothing look, eyes that shone like the eyes of a newborn baby, a soft sweet voice accompanied my admiration for an angel who was in front of me.

Turns out my dumbness was known by Ricky who had been trying to resuscitate me by nudging my shoulders.

“Joooo…. Jojo...”

Suddenly I woke up and tried to take my eyes off.

“ehhh... Yes how is Ky??” I said a little gago.

While touching my forehead He (Ricky) asked..

“Luu hurts???”

With a slight swipe of Ricky's hand off my forehead, I replied.

“kagaaa..

While Citra just Smiled looking at the behavior of the two of us,

Suddenly the woman approached us and said.

“Assalamualaikum, monggo Mas, Ma'am please come in"

Again, again and again, the voice was ringing in my ear

before entering sahil facing towards kamai and said.

"so kulo pamit yo mbak, mas, Assalamualaikum" said sahil as he moved from before us

the three of us nodded and immediately walked behind the woman from behind.

After we entered, I was fascinated with the interior is still very classic and ethnic, it looks almost no electronic goods on display in this house, it is, the only mention is a few Calligraphy neatly arranged on the walls of the house, typical carvings of Jogja displayed next to a small wooden cabinet, and, the books that seemed to be old were still arranged on a small shelf not far from the entrance, not only that but there is one of the paintings of Imam Syafii (Islamic Science is already very famous in the world of education).

“monggo.

I who realized that he was fascinated by her replied with a slight stutter.

“iyaaa yes thank you very much”

we sat on a wooden chair, and the woman introduced herself and extended her hand to the image.

“i hasyakyla Azzahra, just call Zahra, I am the daughter of Kyai Arif the owner of this boarding school.”.

But when I was about to shake hands, the woman (Zahra) pulled out her hand before I grabbed her.

Shameful when it happened, but Zahra just smiled and continued her introduction, and asked.

“so this mas and mbak who will do research in our village??”

The image answered him while releasing the backpack that was still in his carrying.

“iya is absolutely right, I am Citra and these are my two friends, Jhonatan and ricky. But actually we do not want to research, only will do health services as usual”.

Unfinished the image replied, Zahra immediately cut off the ceremony.

“then wait a minute, father seems to be still behind.let me call, mas and mbaknya rest first, excuse me.”.

Zahra went towards the back door and left a melodious sound mixed with the very thick Javanese Logat in my mind.

While waiting, Ricky had stood up and walked back and forth while lifting his handheld Telephone, while I and the image just silently watched Ricky's Anxiety.

The image is trying to tease Ricky who is confused.

“alah Ky, Wanna who is calling Lu…. Lu kan Singles. haha”.

Ricky simply responded by looking and sticking out his tongue.

“here is indeed difficult signal Dek”

The words surprised us and I who was closing my eyes almost said Rough.