La Tahla Don't Complain
The best Qori and Koriah
the day before noon when the 5 people arrived at the place where the national grand event was held now after they had previously arrived at the hotel to check in and beristirhat for a moment.
Laila,santi,syukron ustadz fahri and ustadza Siti arrive in a large room on the 3rd floor of the hotel the coconut ivory. the room looks crowded filled with Qori and Qori'ah from all over Indonesia.
Laila circulated her gaze in amazement and was moved to see almost all the people who filled this room were sitting by reading the pocket Koran that they carried with them in a voice that sounded so beautiful.
although the voice sounded faint, it was enough for the laila to flatter the greatness of God for the pleasure she gave her, because it could be between the best Qori and Qoriah. not only can he add experience but he can also increase knowledge and strengthen the friendship with brothers and sisters throughout Indonesia.
he and the others chose to sit in a row of chairs to the right of the middle right facing the podium where Qori and Koriah would perform competencies. the room is almost fully filled but there are no signs if the event will begin soon.no later than the sound of greetings from the MC signifies the event began.
Assalamualaikum
my brothers praise and thank you..............
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when the 5 people were listening to the opening with wisdom there was a man approaching ustadz Fahri and spoke seriously to him.
Laila who saw it from a place a little far away frowned a little curious at their talk before long the man shook the hand of ustadz Fahri and left him. at once ustadz fahri spoke to them answering Laila's curiosity.
Afwan ustadza siti seems like I have to leave you for a while, I was asked to read the divine words filling the series of events. Because it looks like the Qori who will read it will not be present.
ustadza siti nodded his head to understand. ustadz Fahri passed away to the podium because his name had been called by the mc.
أعوذ بالله من الشيطان الرجيم .......
Degs.....
that voice....
the sound and style of ustadz Fahri reading the Qur'an remember me to someone.
the chanting - the chant he read sounded the same as the sound of chanting - chanting that I often heard first. The chants that I managed to forget after so long and came back ringing in the ears at this time.
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instantly the memory of Laila back 4 years ago when he was still living in his hometown "Palembang" memories - his good memories with his parents, brother and sister flashed back, also his sweet memories with Astri and shafa, uuuhfs how much he misses them.
Laila silently bowed down to life verse by verse recited by ustadz fahri until tears dripped down her two white cheeks, he could not deny if every verse and verse he heard seemed to bring back his memory to someone who for 4 years he tried to forget, someone he should not want.
he is Aidil fatih a young man he always admired, a young man who has taken some place in his heart that should not be filled by a creature other than God the creator of the heart.
*Astagfirullahallazhim...!
forgive me, O Allah...!
do not let this self return to hope in a creature other than yourself...!
don't let this heart do the things you hate because it doesn't manage to forget its shadows.
do not allow yourself to expect someone who belongs to someone else.
Laila was aware of the mistake made by her heart.so soon she wiped away the tears and preached to Allah, the one next to her looked at her friend's wonder.
" Laila ono oppo anyway?"
you are not khusyu' dreading ustadz fahri read the Qur'an even mewek.....?
laila shook her head slowly and wiped away the rest of her tears.
ustadz fahri's voice is good..!
So good I mbo yo sampe mewek like this...!
the answer is trying to smile.
owalaaah I think why are you..!
santi geleng - geleng saw Laila.
the day was already near the night of the event that day was closed with the announcement of Qori and Qoriah who managed to enter the final round, taken 6 Qori and 6 Qoriah to return to compete for the title of Qori, which was won, The best qoriah tomorrow.
*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***
Laila and Santi enter their hotel room, Laila rushes to open the suitcase and picks up the clothes she felt so tired today that she decides to take a shower and get some rest.
" Maela... Laila. see there are consecutive accidents in the summit area "
laila who was just about to step foot into the bathroom unbending her intentions, walked closer to being curious about the news.
good night viewers....!
there has been a consecutive accident in the peak area.The accident that occurred between two mini buses and 2 sedan cars occurred at 10.35 am wib.
as reported by witnesses who were at the scene.
the accident started from a mini bus coming from the direction of Bandung overtaking a truck in front of him. unexpectedly a minibus from the opposite direction drove at high speed until the accident was inevitable this minibus slammed and hit 2 sedans passing on the scene.
from the reports we have of a minibus driver killed at the scene, 2 people were seriously injured and 4 people lightly injured have been taken to the nearest hospital.
the two girls were fixated.There was a sense of pity in the hearts of the two.
"innalillahi winenaillaihi rojiun"
may the victims be saved, Laila...!
santi's voice broke her daydream.
yes San hopefully the abandoned family can also be patient...!
reply Laila who immediately went to the bathroom left Santi continuing his intention to clean up.
for some reason since seeing the news, Laila's heart was worried that her mind was in turmoil, but she didn't know the reason for all the anxiety she was having. And what she felt right now, there was pain, there was pain, troubled, claustrophobic mixed into one in his heart.
he was a little upset about his feelings when he saw Santi who was sleeping soundly in his bed, not at all disturbed by his actions that have changed positions several times looking for the best position to sleep, not at all, finally he decided to take wudu' and pray tahajud spilling all his complaints to his best friend confided in "God" after his heart was a little calmer then the girl moved back to bed and continued her sleep.
meanwhile
in a minimalist style house stands a girl wearing a scarf hijab pink in line with the dress she wears. The girl stands worried before deciding to knock on the door in front of her.
A.assalamualaikum....!
Waalaikal....!
I heard a voice coming from inside the house, and the door opened.
yuk Astri's....!
ma no yuk Astri ma.....!
safira exclaimed Farah's sister calling her mother.Astri smiled at the little girl who had now grown up.
Come on Astri where are you...?
since yuk farah no Ayuk rarely here, yuk Astri evil iiih, Fira kangeen tau...!
oceh safira while hugging Astri, before long heard the footsteps of someone approaching them.
Astri you where never maen here aunty will be kangen. there is no chat as cool as you....!
said Farah's mother while glancing at Safira who was singing her lips.
*idiiih mama so fira considered what?
every day he kept it up, still saying there was no talk.
hahahahahahas...
you will nemenin mama on Sunday doank, the rest of you are busy tuuh temen - your friends...!
idiiih it's his name is gaul ma time fira already big gini can be slang just the same mama doank...! that's not cool ma*...!
safira blurted her lips while Astri and her mother laughed at the girl's behavior.
tin.tin...
the sound of a motor entering the gate of the third house the woman standing in the doorway immediately turned towards the gate.See a young man parked his motorbike in the yard of the house, he took off his helmet. the young man with thick, teary eyebrows smiled towards the women.
you're home, baby.....?
To be continue
