La Tahla Don't Complain
Dia
ba'da Maghrib as promised that day Laila asked for permission to stay at the house ustadza Siti, as they were busy preparing some cakes that would be served heard the sound of greetings from the door, Ahmad Ustadza Siti's husband opened the door.
waalaikumsalam kang Santoso monggo please enter....
(kang Ahmad invited Santoso and his wife to sit in the living room while Ustadza Siti rushed to the living room to welcome the special guest )
*welcome to our house mba Sukma, kang Santoso is understood this way....
thank you de' haduh ndak not bother - bother, we're also here in order tooh* friendship*"
a warm conversation occurred among the colleagues when Laila came with the maid to serve tea and some cakes she had made with ustadza siti earlier this afternoon.
this is Laila yah...?
(tanya bu Sukma watching Laila, ustadza Siti smiles saying yes )
La' introduce this mba Sukma and kang Santoso temen mba and mas Ahmad.
(laila approached and shook the middle-aged couple's hand, then rushed to sit in the chair next to the ustadza Siti )
*so only the two maen mba here..?
ooh ndak Ri also came on deck, only he again received a call in front.
ooo so*.... !!
ustadza siti glanced at Laila who looked tense hearing the words of Sukma.
*As.....!
Waala.lam.
looh Ustadz Fahri*.....!!!
Ustadza Siti half-cried surprised to see the arrival of Fahri, as well as Fahri and the rest of the room was no exception with Laila of course, he who initially just ducked his head up because he was curious about what was seen by ustadza siti.
*Ustadza Siti is here....?
ms...?
woalaaah do you know each other well...?
yes mba' yu Ustadz Fahri taught in the same cottage where we work, it is Laila*....?
ustadza siti patted Laila on the shoulder, making the girl nod her head in convincing words - words that were just said ustadza siti.
*Let ustadz please, woalah not expect to be the usual mba call Ri it ustadz fahri anyway.
Yes deck Ri is a nickname dear family.
Masha Allah turns out that the world is really narrow mba, do not think that fahri is the son of sampean and kang santoso.
Hehe yes dek*...!
fahri sat next to Sukma's mother right opposite Laila, he observed the girl's nervous expression, in his mind he felt surprised by the recent events in his nature, being able to sit face to face with Laila in the framework of introductions was a completely unimaginable thing to do.
the same thing was experienced by Laila really he did not believe what he was experiencing now, in front of him now sat a young man who was so admired by many women in his place to study and share knowledge, he said, it was never expected if he would be reunited with Fahri in a family introductory event like this, I don't know what he should do now. honestly the whole brain and mind feels frozen and does not work even if told to think it might not be able to at this time.
***
the night was almost late when the family of Fahri Pamit resigned kang Ahmad and Ustadza Siti drove them up to the car, while Laila chose to separate from them under the pretext of cleaning the dishes - the remaining plates of their dinner.
Sukma walked hand in hand with Ustadza siti before he immersed himself in the black Fortuner car he had hugged the ustadza siti and whispered something.
greetings to Laila yes dek...!
mba is very cool if she really - really be a mba's ghost, she's a good girl, polite, mba hope you can help the deck.
the sentence was only answered nods and sentences Insha Allah from the lips of Ustadza Siti.
after westadza siti and Laila's guests were busy cleaning the dining table, and washing the dishes used to eat was still with a raging feeling.
it was difficult for him to believe what had just happened, between dreams and reality he had just been reunited with a family that might be part of his family, it feels like just yesterday he convinced himself that he would try to meet the family of the young man whom he had betrothed to.
it seems only yesterday he decided to try to build his heart back by getting acquainted with the man who might be dating him, but he did not think at all that the man was Ustadz Fahri, he said, not even that name crossed his brain. Laila sat pensively on the dining table chair as Ustadza siti approached her.
*Masha Allah Laila....!
whether this is fate or coincidence La' mba did not think at all if the son mba Sukma was Ustadz Fahri deck, as long as Fahri's parents were living in kediri.
mba bener2 did not expect La*'....!!
ustadza siti was so enthusiastic about discussing the new events they experienced, while laila was still sitting limp with chaotic thoughts, thinking about what she would do after a short meeting that had just been lived.
*La' You heard me say, right...?
it's Mba Laila denger.....!
so how do you want ta'aruf with ustadz Fahri....?
he's a good guy deck you sure know that*..!!
hearing Siti's ustadza question increasingly makes Laila's feelings raging, he can already guess if the ustadza siti will question this sooner or later.
*had this mba' is really beyond Laila's expectations, I don't know what laila should decide now...?
mba know you are surprised deck, just like you mba also did not expect if mba son Sukma is ustadz Fahri...!
but believe me deck, today's events do not necessarily happen just like that, there is God's intervention that makes every coincidence happen.
think well - well deck, mba sure Fahri is good for you....!!!
don't let yourself be destroyed in the prolonged shadows...!!!
otherwise happiness will not come to you Laila....!
mba is sure there will be great wisdom behind all events, think deck istikharah ask God's guidance.
"nobody can give you the best way out but Allah*"
Laila smiled tightly grasping the hands of ustadza siti who tried to convince him as a hope arises in his heart.
a second later the girl nodded her head and smiled sweetly at ustadza siti trying to convince herself.
the two women split off to rest in their own rooms.
the night was getting late singing crickets sounding melodious with a speck of rain, repeatedly Laila changed her sleeping position trying to close her eyes but could not make her fall asleep at all, I don't know where the usual drowsiness felt as if his eyes evaporated with the cold air outside the window of the room.
his heart is still raging his memory again repeated - re-introduction brief with the family ustadz Fahri a few days ago, a few days ago, ustadza siti's advice to beristikharah has been lived for several days but still there is no answer from God, it is what haunts the mind of Laila.
the anxiety increasingly haunts him when the time he asked ustadza siti to think about the answer to the proposal of Fahri mother the other day is almost up, he must answer the offer tomorrow, he had to answer the offer tomorrow, but until now he had no answer at all.
you why the hell La' from back and forth can not sleep....?
Asiah, who was sleeping on Laila's bed, questioned her roommate's behavior.
*don't know this heart really does not feel good well, from earlier the eyes are difficult to guarantee....!!
yes wees sono tahajud la to be calmer, curhatin everything you worry about the owner of the heart of La' if indeed venting to humans does not make your problems disappear, try to share with him....!!
yes, Siah maturnuwun atuuh has been mentioned...
afwan La*'......!!
laila closed the door of the room to move her feet towards the Al-Falah mosque to take ablution and tahajud prayer, the quiet state of the mosque made her heart feel calm, she said, he rested on the prayer table telling God the owner of life all the heartbreak.
so solemn Laila prayed that she did not realize that there was a man watching her from behind the door of the mosque, with a thin smile the man approached the microphone in front of the mosque pulpit and proclaimed Azan Fajr.
That voice...
Azan's sweet voice made Laila's heart feel peaceful, he was so absorbed every temple chanted by the blue-coccoed youth, no matter what wind made the curious heart of the sweet girl, it was so, he walked towards the dividing curtain between the male and female masters in the middle of the mosque and flicked a little of the curtain, to see who the melodious-voiced young man who still roared the "God" chastisement" only that word could be said from Laila's lips before she came to her senses and returned to her position in the female syaff.
*God gives the steadiness of the servant heart to be able to choose between the two, between love and love.
this is a big decision that is a big risk for me too, God, as you know he is a young man who is so adored by my best friend Santi that I should not accept his proposal.
remember there will be a lot of hearts hurt if I find myself with him.
but on the other hand there are injuries that I have to treat with him. The wounds that I have endured for years but until this moment the pain is still so painful.
wounds that may heal because of it
should I accept the proposal...?
or should I refuse it...?
to be continue
