La Tahla Don't Complain

Lailatul Fitriah

"Farah I'm happy"

there are no words that can reveal how happy I am...!

I am now officially a wife of Farah...!

I have truly become Fatih's wife...!

I was still transfixed as Shafa slowly carried me in his arms, a smile never missing from the tiny lips of Shafa.

I'm happy farah...! very happy...

Pesantren Al - Falah

Teng....

the bell foreshadowed the night prayer schedule waking me from sleep.

That dream was....!

is this the way God told me if shafa and aki fatih are really married..?

Lailatull Fitriah let's spit don't bengong aja, ntar no ustadzah can be messed up...!

santi calls to give my seagrass I rushed to follow her to the mosque to perform tahajud prayers after washing my face in the bathroom. I walked gontai still thinking about the dream I had just experienced, I walked, so many questions on my mind.

what do I mean by my dream?

are shafa and aki fatih really married..?

how are they doing..?

starting to ask questions, I slightly condemned my own decision because I deliberately ignored the call ration that I got once a month from the head of the cottage.

every month all the santri are only given a ration once to contact their families just to give news but I deliberately did not take it four months. I deliberately did that, I deliberately did that, I am determined to open a new page of my life starting from zero. This dipesantren without remembering the past, I really want to realize my ideals that were delayed.

aaaa......

there is a longing that rushes to this heart when remembering them, my longing in my hometown.on my father, mother, brother Farhan, my sister shafira, longing for Astri and Syafa also aki Fatih.

yes I can not fix it, honestly I miss him even more longing for the humming - the song. longing for the beauty of the chanting - the chanting of holy verses that he often read. the instant my tears fell there was a tightness hanging in my heart.

hayo is still daydreaming...!

pray again, we have to get rid of the poultice.

again Santi broke my daydream.

"Astagfirullah"

I rushed to perform the tahajud prayer and prayed to Robbku to tell him all my complaints, the things I used to do every day.

after finishing praying and praying, I returned to doing routine activities at the school cottage and deposited shipping at the grace time waiting for Azan at dawn, pray at dawn and return to the dormitory to clean up the pesantren before bathing and then go to the lessons taught that day, as well as other routine activities.

Activities - routine activities that I am getting used to doing tiring but fun especially here I can meet many friends who have the same dream as me.

" To be the Qori and Qori'ah are also the exponents of the Quran "

a very noble dream of the world and the Hereafter in my opinion.

It is still clear in my memory that Dad always asked me about the reason why I wanted to be a Koran and a Quranic driver.

if you grow up, Farah wants to be the best Qori'ah in Indonesia Dad in order to marry that brother...!

Said her tiny lips, pointing to a young man who was reading the Koran on the television screen he witnessed, still struggling spoiled in his father's lap.

Waah so means from now on Farah must be diligent in practicing, must be diligent in teaching the Quran so that it can be like that brother...!

He dong Daddy, Farah also diligently memorized...!

Pak ustadz said if Farah wants to give the crown for Father and Mother must be a driver of the Koran.

Is that right...?

Mr. ustadz said so...?

He's Dad, ' said mr. ustadz..!

*Wah Solehanya Dad already pinter it turns out.

I'm getting more and more affectionate, hihi*

Hugged the father was anxious with his only daughter.

Palembang

fatih and Syafa's marriage has passed a few months but during that time Fatih has not been able to forget Farah, even though he has been so hard trying to grow his love for Syafa. many times he tried to forget Farah many times that he also missed the girl, I don't know what he has to do to be able to erase his love for Farah and give that love to Syafa who deserves it more.

umi, Abi, Fatih and Syafa have decided to move....!

fatih you are serious, son...?

Syafa never separated from his parents so far, son, how could you bear to see the shafa live alone in the city of people.

yes, son, none of our brothers live there anyway.

ndak mi, Fatih's friend founded a madrassa, he asked Fatih to teach there.

about syafa he has agreed with the decision fatih umi, is it not de'...?

tanya fatih on syafa answered with a nod by syafa.

yes umi, abi, Syafa agreed with the decision of Fatih mas, as a wife should have Syafa come wherever mas Fatih go, itung - itung Syafa learned to live independently mi, and, syafa's mother and father also agreed.

(if possible getting away from this city is my way of getting your love, I'm willing to part with my family and follow you mas )

She answered in her mind, trying to convince her father and mother-in-law to give permission.

well son if they have agreed then there is no reason for abi and umi to disagree with your decision.

abi hope you guys are at home and good there..

I want Umi also hope that this move of yours can bring you two closer.

a week later Fatih and Syafa left Palembang.

4 Years later

" De' you're ready..? "

fatih said to his wife who looks busy fixing her hijab behind the dresser.he smiled to see the wife who is so comfortable in front of the final glass - this end.

"de' is beautiful.."

aren't you tired of sitting in front of that glass..?

shafa who heard her husband's rant only put his lips together.

" idih you mas, her name is aja org pregnant use in the ledekin again.."

it doesn't want me to mas but it wants a baby in my stomach....!

this time his wife spoke while stroking her flat stomach.

yes deeh sorryin abi yah dede' baby...!

*dede' may continue later but not now...!

we want to go*...!

fatih spoke to the shafa while stroking his stomach as if he was talking to the baby in his wife's stomach. Syafa just smiled at the behavior of her husband, who was, she was happy because since her pregnancy the fatih attitude became warmer and more attentive to her.

come on baby let's go....!

I can't wait to see the best Qori and Qoriah competition in Indonesia, I can't wait to hear the beauty of the chanting of verses - sacred verses that will be read must sound beautiful.

fatih walked around his wife towards his blue avanza sedan opening the passenger door beside the steering wheel.

syafa smiled at how enthusiastic her husband was when it came to such competition.It is only natural that his beloved husband was one of the best Qori in southern Sumatra where he was born.

welcome to Qori and Koriah indonesia....!!!

5 people were right in front of a hotel in the ivory coconut area of Jakarta, they smiled at the banner displayed in front of the large hotel.

"the coconut ivory hotel"

the hotel which is the place where the Qori and Qoriah in Indonesia stay when participating in the competition held once a year.

Laila, santi let's you come to ustadza to your room let syukron to his room accompanied by ustadz fahri.

said ustadza Siti the two girls snuggled and followed ustadza Siti to their hotel room.

to be continue

(Assalamualaikum reader Farah eeeh wrong Laila dateng again today, kangeen deh same you one part did not meet. eeh yes from now on call Laila well do not farah.. the name has been said since the pesantren hehehe happy reading.).