La Tahla Don't Complain

that woman

As the afternoon progressed I prepared myself to go to attend a regular lecture at the great mosque where Abi taught, I tidied up the books scattered on the table took a pint-shaped flash with miniature Koran that was on the nightstand, closed the pinta down the stairs and left after previously saying goodbye to Umi.

along the way put the flashdisc that I had been holding into my pants pocket. today I have promised the Sharif will transfer the video files and mp3 lectures of the sheikh and the great teacher of Al Azhar that I always record whenever I have the opportunity to listen to lectures - the lecture and all that I keep in that flashdisc.

my feet were about to cross to the gate of the mosque at the right end of the street in front of me when my hand reached into the pocket and found no flash of my disc inside.

" Asstaghfirullah, where's the flash disc...? "

As I recall I put it in my bag, but why isn't there...?

I remember - remember where I thought - I dropped that thing.

" oh God "

I patted my forehead when I realized the possibility of the flash disc falling when I reached into the pocket to pick up the phone to reply to a text from sharif some time ago.

I decided to turn around and walk down the road and the sidewalk I just passed to find that thing when "fighting "the voice of a woman resuscitates me if this body just hit someone.

" oh sorry you're okay - what? "

I said bad for making that girl fall.

" ooh, it's okay - what "

replied the girl was still busy cleaning the bottom of her filthy-looking robe not much to my question.I smiled at her as the girl turned her face to me.

" Sorry ukthi is okay - what is it....? "

" does anyone hurt ukthi.....? "

I was worried, with a faint smile from the girl.

" aah it's okay - is it just the bottom of my robe that is a little dirty. "

" thank you, I would feel very guilty if I got hurt.

I seem to have seen it a lot but where is it...? "

I asked a little to remember - remembering because I saw the face of the girl who was very familiar.

"ooh yeah..? maybe I saw me in the mosque "

his answer made me realize that he was one of the students in the study as well.

*Ooh yes really, Ukhti participated in the study at the great mosque also turned out, whose students ukhti if you can know....?

Yashir abi aki

eem klo can know aki what was up - until I did not see me walking?

her question reminds me of coming back with the reason I went down this road.

I was looking for a flash that did not know where it fell, but I was sure to take it while leaving, a lot of data - important data that I stored there.

If I can help find him aki.....? tanyanya offered help.

ooh please if not troublesome ukhti.

I said it was bad to refuse his offer

he and I parted ways through the sidewalk I had passed to make it easier to find the little thing.

aki is this the flash..?

the girl screamed at me while carrying a flash with a blue string of miniature Koran bobble.

Thank goodness....!

thankfully relieved to have managed to find the flash dish, aq walked towards him who stood in his place while taking the flash he thrust at me.

thank you ukhti.....!

if not for help ukhti maybe I am still confused looking for this flash dish.

I said on the sidelines of our journey to the great mosque, I offered to go together because we happened to go to the same place.

Thank God for he is the one we both collided with.

he smiled at me, a very wise answer in my opinion.I responded with a smile.

Farahs...!

call a girl when we set foot on the doorstep of the mosque, I see the girl smilingly running towards the place where the girl who called her was sitting.

oooh so her name is farah...!

my mind while walking towards the place of the male santri and sitting in the place that sharif has provided for me is still paying attention to the girl.

where have you been so long...?

the clap of Sharif on my shoulder spread my gaze from the blue-chamused girl.

There wasn't a little incident that made me have to be late.

my answer is short

*ente see who the hell was it from earlier...?

that's Rif you don't know that blue girl!

which one is Tih..?

that silver-hijab...?

not the Rif that's the pink hijab ..!

Farah you mean...?

do you know, he's an old high school friend, why tih*..?

you have a crush on Farah...? syarif said probing.

" if you have a crush, let's have some salamin"

astagfirullah, what - what the heck you, he was that nolongin ane nyari flash dish ane that fell in the streets of Rif suudzhon aja you...!

" Ckckkckck once Tih you have a crush, could ane later be the matchmaker"

once - a time dapet job so cool matchmaker still like...!

Said Sharif ignorant I replied with a hiss sebal

you have no hp not rif..?

ana hasn't thanked him yet.

I asked Syarif to reach into his pants pocket to pick up the phone and give Farah's phone number to me, after getting the number I immediately typed a message on my phone and sent it to Farah.

"assalamualaikum ukthi "excuse me if I interrupt just want to thank you for the help earlier and this is my no hp in save yes "

***eh yes it turns out the name ukthi Farah lailatul fitriah right?

I know from a friend sorry if I forgot to ask the name ukthi earlier greeting ya ukhti

* A.F****

I thought the girl read my text smiling faintly and glanced at me. I busied myself chatting sharif with eyes that still noticed the girl was silent - silent.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***

Farah Pov's

The days passed I got more familiar with the young man he was so good.would be a place I share knowledge, help me understand how to read the Quran with his matan. not infrequently also he gives advice - advice that is so wise to solve problems that sometimes I can not face alone.

his cleverness and good looks make my heart adrift, honestly silent - silent I like it. he is so perfect for a girl like me who is only the son of a religious teacher in one of the public high schools in Palembang, Palembang, A beautiful city that presents a natural panorama that is so beautiful sparkling street lights so add to the beauty of this city.

Author pov

That night fatih who was busy reading his favorite Islamic novel was disturbed by the call of ustadz yashir abinya.

"relaxed nih tih" said the abi who greeted nods and fatih smiles.

Yes bi mumpung there is no leisurely work little..

Yes.yes, replied ustadz yashir again.

That's cepetlah find a future wife tih let's not continue dating the same novel - your novel was abikan already want to hold a grandchild.

exclaimed ustadz yashir, fatih who was spoken to even laughed.

nantilah bi just wait for the date of the maennya if it is certain abi will know for himself.

Is there a candidate from Abi..?

his question was suspiciously greeted by the smile of ustadz yashir

prospective mah much for you but abi want to wait for your choice first, must be beautiful....!

canda abinya while leaving fatih. The one who lived even smiled while looking at the photo of someone who was stored in the novel he was holding.

still with a fatih smile, looking further at the photos he slipped in the novel he read. a photo of a girl standing on the balcony of the mosque with both hands she was resting on the balcony fence with her face looking up at the beautiful circular rainbow adhering to the clouds of a slightly cloudy afternoon. Actually there is nothing special about the photo but somehow fatih was so happy to see it.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***

Her name is Farah Lailatul Fitria.

" Farah" was so the beautiful, thin-faced, White-skinned girl was commonly called, a well-mannered girl whose face is always plastered in school magazines when she is still studying at one of the famous State High School where her Mother used to teach.

When looking at her achievements in various academic fields in school, especially in the religious field coupled with the beauty of her face, it is only natural that Farah became Queen in her school first.

That's the story, it's been years since Farah graduated from a state High School in the Basuki Rahmat area. He is Very Famous Not because he is the son of a teacher but because of his cleverness, beauty, courtesy as well as his hospitality which makes Farah liked by many people.

Starting from fellow women who like to befriend many male students also repeatedly try to approach even some PKL teachers put their hearts on him.

He was the second of three children, he had an older brother named Farhan and a younger sister named Shafira. Her Father is a Retired and Her Mother is a Religious Teacher at a public High School in Basuki Rahmat Area. The school that is also the place where Farah studied first.

Farah.....!

Farah.........!

Why is your name always in my heart....?

To be Continue