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Love Scenario in Lauhul Mahfudz #15
Right in the third of the night, Ainun who had been weak due to crying over time tried to strengthen himself to perform tahajud prayers. Wishing the almighty would give him strength.
"O Allah, I will always try husnuzon with all that I have been through, for I am sure all this happened according to your will, but one thing I ask, Lord, strengthen me, I am so weak without strength from you, I can no longer tell you my pain, for I am sure you know better about the heart of my servant, and may you help me through all this" Ainun fervently prayed in prayer as his tears flowed.
***
That morning, though,
Mama Hilman waited for Ainun at the place where she met Ainun yesterday. "That time Ainun passed from here on home from work, meaning this morning he will also pass here to go to work," said Ms. Sinta.
And sure enough before long Ainun appeared. Ms. Sinta hurriedly met Ainun.
"Wait on! Ainun you remember me, right?" sapa Bu Sinta stopped Ainun's steps.
"Yes I know Mom, Miss Sinta right?" ask Ainun.
"Yes right, I still feel indebted to you, you will not have dinner with me tonight" said Bu Sinta.
Ainun fell silent, he considered the matter too much that he had no time to eat dinner outside.
"Please.you want yes son, I just want to thank you," said Bu Sinta persuaded Ainun.
"Oh yes, ma'am" replied Ainun.
"Thank you son, oh yes later dinner at my house, this is the address" said Ms. Sinta, giving her home address.
***
Maysa and her husband Farhan meet the mother at home.
They looked seriously talking in the living room.
"I don't agree that Ainun will marry the old man, Mom, I don't want to, I'll find a way to pay off my mother's debt, I'll repay it," maysa sternly looked at mother.
"Maysa you why the hell, this is for you, mother does this for you, but why do you even argue a lot mother," said mother.
"Mom.I don't want my sister to suffer because of me" Maysa said.
"Who is suffering? Ainun herself was willing to marry Parto," mumbling mother looked at her daughter.
"I'm sorry if I interfere, but for now I'm calm, yes, I'll help Maysa pay off her debt, just that we need a minute to deal with it," farhan was clearly looking at mom.
"How many times do you say you don't have to take care of this, you know what you have to do" she said sharply.
***
After work Ainun rush home because tonight he has a dinner schedule with the newly known Sinta Bu.
Hilman who saw Ainun by the road greeted him from the car.
"Ainunes! Come on, I'll drop you off" call Hilman.
"No need sir, I go home alone, assalamualaikum," Ainun said and hurried home.
*"*
That night Rahman's family was waiting for dinner.
Mr. Rahman met his dreamy son at the dinner table.
"Tonight papa also ngundang papa friend's son, she is a beautiful woman, Solehah, well and certainly from a good family," said papa staring at Hilman.
"Pa, but my mom is also already a girl who wants to introduce," said Hilman.
"That's exactly what papa invited papa's choice, if your mama you just love the opportunity papa not," said papa.
"Papa follow me, see if later Hilman would be more interested in the angel that mama invited," said mama staring at her husband.
"Mama sok tau deh, Hilman just haven't seen the form, where the person where.kok has not come," said the father who also felt the choice was right.
"It's been a fuss, but papa equally Mama should remember yes, this is just dinner and after this if I'm not interested in your choice, you know, I can propose to a woman of my own choice" Hilman explained, staring at her parents.
Bi Siti came to tell him that someone was coming.
"Master! there was a guest, a girl," Bi Siti said.
"Tell in bi," Rahman ordered.
Bu Sinta hoped that the one who came was Ainun, but it turned out that the girl who came was her husband's choice.
"Alhamdulillah, you come too son, come please sit down," papa greeted warmly the girl.
"Thank you Rahman" said the girl, sitting down.
"Knowin this my only son, Hilman, Hilman knows this girl who papa told me earlier her name was reina" said papa introduced the girl.
Hilman only smiled briefly at the girl so she did not think arrogant.
"Oh, Ainun really didn't come, yes" the inner mama who was worried Ainun didn't come.
"Where's ma? shall we start dinner? already invited guests mama certainly will not come," said papa mama mocked.
"Wait for pa! papa is not impatient anyway," cetus mama who is upset
Hearing the debate his parents made Rahman dizzy, he even remembered Ainun.
"As beautiful as any girl you invite, my angel is still prettier," the staunch inner Hilman wanted to marry Ainun.
Bi Siti again told me that there was a girl coming.
"Sir, there are more guests" said bi Siti.
"Have him come in" Mama said excitedly.
Footsteps began to sound, Ms. Sinta impatiently looked at Ainun.
And sure enough, the woman called bu sinta angel was also appeared.
"Assalamualaikum," the awkward Sapa Ainun looked at the Sinta Bu's family.
Hilman raised his head, his eyes turned towards Ainun, Hilman was shocked to see the angel in his dream in front of him.
"Maasyaa Allah, this is the angel that you want to introduce, why your angel can be the same as the angel that I always dreamed of, is this a sign that I am indeed a match with Ainun," inner Hilman who was still staring at Ainun.
Ainun watched one by one the people who were there, just as he looked at Hilman he suddenly panicked.
"Huh Hilman sir! how come there is a Mr. Hilman, what not-don't-don't. astaghfirullah stupid me, it's true this is the house of Mr. Hilman, it's Mr. Rahman the owner of the restaurant where I work," Inner Ainun who regretted his arrival.
"waalaikumussalam Ayok Ainun, please sit down," greeted Ms. Sinta kindly.
"Yes thank you, ma'am" Ainun said as he sat on the remaining bench in front of Hilman.
Hilman was endlessly staring at Ainun.
"You must be amazed by the woman you tell me about, look at pa, Hilman aja to be smitten by seeing my mother's angel," said mama meledek papa.
"Huh? angel what the hell he means, I'm more confused, the atmosphere is not comfortable, "inner Ainun who is confused with the family of Bu Sinta.
