Last Tasbih

The Race

The next day, Cinta, Bilqis, and Fatihah went to the company. Don't forget, have breakfast first. Work is important, but maintaining health is also important.

”Love, you've come too. From earlier, I waited for you.” Inner Stifen.

Love came into the room, looking at Stifen standing by the glass window. Love sits in her chair, doing what needs to be done. Of course, while thinking about Robert's bill.

”How yes, so that the money is collected. Forty million is not a little money, when it must be collected within a month.” Inner Love.

Stifen approaches Love, who seems to be thinking about something.

"Love, what are you thinking?" ask Stifen.

"No sir." Love is lazy to tell.

"Well, if you don't want to say it. I'm not pushy, but if there's something hard to say." Stifen said.

"I'll say it, if I can't handle it anymore" replied Love.

"Love, can I go to your house?" ask Stifen.

"Hmmm... for what?" tanyanya nervous.

"I want to take my mother, to meet your mother." replied Stifen.

”I don't want to invite you Stifen. But I'm afraid, when Mom will expel you.” Inner Love.

Stifen continued his words. "You're quiet, okay or not?"

"Hmmm... Iy. yes I can." he answered stammeringly.

"Well, next month I'm going to your house" Stifen said.

Love just shook his head, Stifen smiled in his heart. The feeling of wanting to propose Love, was indeed on his mind.

Love saw his cell phone, it turns out there is a race of recitation of the Qur'an. Love wants to take the opportunity to win the prize, which is around fifty million.

At 11.45. Love rests with Bilqis and Fatihah. They sit in the canteen, which is close to the palm oil mill.

"Love, have you found a solution?" ask Fatihah.

"I'm going to take part in the recitation race of the Qur'an." replied Love.

"Hmmm.... That's a good idea." said Bilqis.

"Yes right, good luck." replied Love.

The words of love are written by Fatihah. Both of his friends, indeed support the decision of Love.

The next day, Cinta registered herself with the officer. He wanted to be a participant in the Quran recitation competition. Fatihah and Bilqis are still faithful, to accompany Love. They were standing next to Love, ever since the initial queue. Love sits in the seat of the listeners, who watch the race.

"Love spirit!" Fatihah.

Bilqis smiled, raising both her hands up. The position of his palm was grasped above the air. A sign that he is also encouraging.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Stifen was there. He was a judge, in that race.

"Love, you seem to be in a match with her." - seduced Bilqis.

"Bilqis, stop teasing me." Love smiles shyly.

"Cie's shy, there's aky Stifen tuh." Fatihah blinked her eyes.

Love just looked down, still embarrassed to admit his feelings. Unexpectedly, he put his heart on silently.

A voice called out the name of Nakila Love. The girl came forward, walking slowly. Stifen is no stranger to the name, turning towards Love.

”Masyaa Allah, she is very graceful. Maybe I can unite with him. I love him, close our hearts O Allah in halal ties.” Inner Stifen.

Love began to sit down, and his hand opened the book of the Qur'an. Love begins to give off its melodious voice, hypnotizing the listeners.