Love Flips At The End of the Season

CBDM2 Chapter 15

After burning the spirit of his friends Fatim again racked his brain to get around the match they would follow in a moment.

The ten of them were already sitting sweetly in the back row, almost no one noticed their presence.

Now the atmosphere is getting hotter, all the santriwati who participated in the tilawah race performance is very impressive. Zahwa looked towards Fatim, the sweet girl with the big nose looking calm. Their group names were also called.

"Team, are you sure?" Zahwa's face looked pale. He touched the girl's hand which felt a little cold.

"Goddessa, Wa. We don't give up before we go to war." He tried to smile and return Zahwa's grip by patting her gently.

Fatim and Mila had already walked towards the stage, boisterous voices laughing at his group. Of course the most excited was the group of girls who sneered at Fatim the other day, they were Abas's bearers.

Mila's face looked pias, her hands were shaking. Fatim of course realized that, he asked the sweet girl in beige hijab to sit with him, in contrast to the previous participants who made a distance between those who read the tilawah with those who read the saritilawah.

The atmosphere instantly became silent as Fatim began to utter taawuz. Zahwa and his companions also gaped.

Fatim's voice was so firm yet gentle in the rhythm of the martyred bayati. This time he will read al-Hujurat verse 12 which explains about ghibah.

The welcome of the bayati song combined with the rhythm of the new nahawand in conjunction with the rhythm of the hijaz and finally closed with the rhythm of the answer nahawand.

This is intentionally Fatim did, because usually, the hijaz is used after the nahawand. Therefore, the hejaz maqom begins with the end of the previous nahawand answer tone so as not to be discordant.

All amazed, no one expected the reading of the Qur'an Fatim above the average of the students.

Then Mila became bold, his voice came out loud reciting the meaning contained in the letter al Hujurat that Fatim read.

In Surat Al-Hujurat verse 12, it is explained that ghibah or gossiping is the same as eating the flesh of our own brother's carcass. Allah S.W.T. said to the Prophet Moses A.S, “Whoever dies in a state of repentance from charity, then he is the last person to enter heaven.

After Mila was finished, Fatim closed their appearance with the words shadaqallahul adzim.

All were silent not a single voice of comment, scream, or applause. Until finally the MC broke all that silence.

Now it will continue with Arabic speech as well as English. Again the appearance of Hanin and Rania is so stunning, the pent-up talent of both can be revealed perfectly today. Both of them feel disbelief, they can perform plenary.

The last session was nasyid. Nur's group performed the song La tahzan innallaha ma'ana sung by Fatim. The sweet girl's voice was undeniably very clear. Everyone stood up and applauded and sang along with the compok. They were swept away in the beauty of the song that was sung.

Network after series of events they have passed. Today the outcasts in the eight dormitories can stand by holding their heads up. Out of all the races they are the champions. They shed their cries in warm embrace with their encouragement, Fatimah Ananbra.

Rukhyah's entourage was silenced, shame filled the recesses of his heart. Never did he imagine if he would be defeated by a child who was not set in a cottage. It used to be the best qoriah in this cottage.

Since that day there was nothing to demean the children of eight dormitories, they began to be confident to dabble in cottage activities. Fatim was delighted to be able to get them back on their original goal of mumps. He returned to Abi Rahmat's house.

"Hows it? Mumps-settle?" Abi Rahmat stared warmly at her who became a warm talk in the cottage because of her skill in reading the Qur'an.

"Lumayan at home, Bi. But I was surprised to find that in the cottage there were also children who like to demean others," said the girl while peeling the skin of boiled peanuts that had just been Maryam sunguhkan.

"Yes, Bi. Hopefully they can become noble santri," Fatim's great-grandson with a smile.

"Aamiin," said Abas who suddenly sat next to his lover.

They enjoy the night atmosphere in the cold city of Bandung accompanied by warm boiled beans and ginger wedang.

*****

The next day Fatim and Abas were ready to go home to Jakarta, last night they were called if Nadya was not healthy and should be immediately referred to the hospital. And the girl asked Momon to take her mother to the hospital.

Before leaving the two pay first to their cabin friends. The eight dormitory children were already waiting for the arrival of Fatim but they did not know if their friend was going home with Abas, the idol of the cottage.

"Assalamu'alaikum," said Fatim gently with a smile on his beautiful face.

"Wa'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh," they answered in unison and stood up to greet Fatim.

"You really want to go back to Jakarta, Tim?" Nur walked closer.

"Kok cepet anyway, do you not want to go with us?" Zahwa held Fatim's hand.

Rania, Nisa, Mila and the others also stood up, they embraced Fatim, the tears of separation they could not stand. They haven't had ten days together but it feels like years.

Their brief togetherness was beautifully woven, then they gave a parcel to the girl. They wanted Fatim to always remember the togetherness that was established between them.

After releasing each other sincerely then they really separated. Fatim waved at them, this togetherness will definitely always be remembered.

Fatim had gotten into the car, there was already her beloved husband who welcomed her with a smile full of love.

"Are you ready, Loli Deck?"

"God, Brother Pop." The girl blinked her eyes which made Abas' heart beat smooth.

The car began to drive away from the cottage, they split the coolness of the morning atmosphere with moderate speed.

'I feel very lucky to feel santri even if only for a moment. They're great friends, hopefully one day we'll meet again.'

"Hey, why daydream?" Abas poking bangir wife's nose.

"I'm not daydreaming just nostalgic with Zahwa and his friends." Fatim kinked, she was embarrassed because she was found out with her husband.

Abas just smiled, he knew exactly who his wife was, the blushing hue on his cheek could not lie what his lover was going through.

Abas asked his wife to sleep so that she would not feel tired when she arrived in Jakarta. They will definitely stay up late and should be ready twenty-four hours to look after Nadya, the mother of the girl she loves so much.