Love Me Because of God

Ribs Will Not Be Exchanged

“kriiiing, kriiiiing,”, a familiar sound to Zahra's ears, yes the purple heart-shaped clock that is on the small table next to Zahra's bed. The needle on the clock was already showing at 03:30 in the morning. The time is right to pray to Allah, as Zahra used to do. He was always awakened by his favorite clock. With his eyes slightly closed he grabbed the clock that from earlier would not stop ringing. “Masya Allah, it's already four and a half hours, almost dawn”, said zahra shocked and immediately stood up from his bed. The eyes that had just been lazy to see the world immediately opened wide and round like the eyes of a puppet. Zahra immediately ran to the bathroom and took ablution.

Latifa Zahra Ar-rahmah is often called Zahra is a hijab girl from Yogyakarta who wanders to seek knowledge and try to complain about fate in Jakarta. He has been in Jakarta for 4 years since he became a student at the University of Indonesia and majored in economics, a lesson that became his favorite. He also got a scholarship thanks to his brain acuity. In addition to college he also worked part time to meet his needs during his time in Jakarta. Every time he went home from college to work in a bookstore, he worked as a shopkeeper. He really enjoyed this job, none other than because he could read various free books without having to buy.

This girl is indeed a hobby with reading, there are many books that she read. Currently zahra was crafting her script, so she had to be good at dividing her time to work and composing her scripts, in order for her to finish her lecture on time. But yesterday he got a guard schedule at his shop at night, so he just came home when it was late at night. His dream today he woke up late at 03.00 he was awake and immediately prayed tahajud, but today he was 30 minutes late. After completing the tahajud and witir prayers, zahra continued to read the Qur’an while waiting for the dawn adhan. Only that time can he spend to teach, because of his busyness every day.



Adhan dawn reverberated, zahra stopped teaching him and immediately rushed to the mosque close to his costs to pray berjama’ah. Zahra is indeed a girl who is different from the girls of her age, when the other girls sleep soundly in their room, zahra is awake and perform the ritual prayer tahajudnya. ‘ojo sampe lali salat ya nduk, salat tahajud e ojo sampe ora,’ message that is always in the memory of zahra, a message from his parents before he left for Jakarta 4 years ago.

After returning from the mosque, Zahra opened her laptop and began working on her script, which was delayed overnight, because she had come home late and was too tired. So serious zahra did not pay attention to time, until the sun greeted him he did not ignore. The clock has shown at seven o'clock, zahra immediately went to take a shower and prepared a makeshift breakfast. Today he had an appointment to meet his lecturer for a consultation on his script problem. Finish breakfast zahra go straight to the campus. He stopped in front of the road waiting for the kopaja who would pick him up and drive him to his best campus. A moment later his hand waved hinting at a kopaja passing in front of him. As if you already understand what zahra implies, the kopaja driver stopped the speed of his coffee and let the zahra rise. “plekah neng,” exclaimed kenek kopaja was accompanying zahra steps into kopaja. Zahra chose to sit by the window. Zahra sat back and enjoyed the music she was listening to through earphones and the traffic jam on the streets of Jakarta, which has become a common sight for zahra. Not long after “bang, stop in front of it yes,” said zahra on the forehead and then continued to scream kent on the driver. Kopaja stopped in front of the Zahra campus. Zahra took 5 thousand rupiahs out of his pocket to pay for the kopaja. Every day, every day will go to the campus or to his workplace, zahra always ride kopaja, otherwise he always use the busway, because he thinks it will be more efficient, than taking an expensive taxi. Understandably zahra is a student of economics faculty so every action that smells of money always uses economic principles, not stingy, but only calculations.

Arriving at the campus, Zahra immediately met the lecturer in his room to consult the thesis problem he made, which has reached 80%. because zahra is classified as gold-brained, gold-brained, not much has been corrected by the script. An hour later zahra came out of his lecturer's room, he went to his campus cafeteria for a drink or to meet his friends. “Assalamu’alaikum,”, he said to two veiled girls who were already on a table in the corner of the canteen. “Wa’alaikum greetings, zahra? just come yes?”, said one of the girls at the table, call it a goddess, she is the closest friend of zahra, every time there is a problem zahra always share stories with her. “hehe yes, no, just recently from the room Bu Yanti, usual thesis problem,”, said zahra while grinning and taking a seat next to the goddess. “ow, have finished your script zah?” ask the other girl, her name is ayu. He is also a friend of zahra but not too close. “not new 80% ay, maybe this week has finished”, ucapa zahra relaxed while raising his hands on the waiter to order a drink. “wah fast also ya work zah, I am only 50%”, said ayu a little amazed. “iya, actually that's the brain what the machine is zah,”, sahut dewi. “what the hell are you guys this is just a dong,” elak zahra a little shy.

Then the waiter approached the table zahra and his friends. “excuse me, this is mbak drinknya”, he said. “oh yes, thank you mbak,” said soft zahra. They also talked about various topics of conversation. The chat was suddenly halted due to a carey-hero mariah song from zahra's phone. Immediately zahra raised the phone on the table. “oh, yes ma'am, soon I went there. yes, thank you”, said zahra to someone at the end there. “who zah? your boss huh?” ask the goddess curiously. Zahra nodded. “iya, I was told to go to the store immediately, he said there were many customers, so I went first ya”, said zahra hurriedly, while tidying up her luggage and putting it back in her bag. Zahra immediately went to leave her two friends. “eh zah, your drink?” yell ayu hope can still be heard zahra. “you who pay first yes ay,” reply zahra while still going without turning. “ih, the base is a child, old habits deh”, gerutu ayu, a little annoyed at his friend's behavior. The goddess just smiled looking at ayu and zahra.

Arriving at the store, Zahra was immediately welcomed by Ms. Sita, the owner of the shop where Zahra worked. Zahra is directly assigned to serve a lot of customers. Today the customers in his store are quite a lot different from the usual day. Towards the lunch break the shop returned to normal, and zahra asked permission to go to lunch first. He went straight to the gado-gado shop in front of his shop. His favorite place for lunch. Zahra ordered a hodgepodge and faithfully waited for the food to come. He accidentally glanced at a calendar neatly displayed on the wall. He looked at a number and realized today was June 07. Today is a historic day that I always remember. Zahra smiled and began to remember the events of her High School days.

Zahra used to attend High School in SMAN 1 Yogyakarta. He used to sit in class XA, then majored in IPS in class XI IPS 4 and XII IPS 4. The story begins in class XA, Zahra used to be a geeky and quiet girl. To the extent that he was always the subject of ridicule from his friends in class. Until one day when he bullied his friends, to make him cry sobbing on his stool. Suddenly a man approached the zahra and stretched out his handkerchief to wipe the tears on the cheek of the zahra. The man was named fahri, he was also a classmate of zahra but he was different from his other friends. He never taunts the zahra and includes a quiet guy. Zahra then received a handkerchief speech fahri. “makasih ya,” said zahra with a sobbing voice. “udah, they did not need to think, do not cry again ya”, <TAG1>, said soft fahri with a smile of his death. At that instant the zahra heart seemed to stop beating, suddenly he hoped that time would stop right then and there, so that the moment would not pass quickly. Just this time the zahra was given attention by a guy.

Fahri then moved to leave the zahra still stunned to hear the words of fahri. Since that incident, the zahra has often observed the fahri, and its heart always beats faster if it is closer to the fahri. Zahra did not understand what he really felt, what might this be called love?.The question that always ringed in the mind of zahra. But he can only pay attention to fahri from afar, because fahri is one of the students who become a guide in school, because it seems quite charming. Zahra can only smile when the fahri in the girls come down. When the fahri got him, zahra immediately turned his eyes away, because he did not want the fahri gaze to bewitch him even more.

Turns out without zahra know since they are a class of fahri also often pay attention to zahra, he is also interested in innocence and a sweet smile with dimple zahra. But among them no one dared to express their feelings, even asking for a phone number did not dare. Actually farhi had long wanted to ask for zahra hp number but always undone his intention. Until finally when their XI class separated, not one more class, zahra majored in IPS while fahri majored in IPA. They rarely met, never even. As they begin to be active and busy in their respective extracurricular activities, Zahra is busy with her OSIS, while fahri with her SBQ. Fahri one of SMAN 1 Yogyakarta students who has a melodious voice while berqiro’ah. Every religious event held by the school, always the fahri given the responsibility of berqiro’ah. Until at the time of purnawiyata class XII event at SMAN 1 Yogyakarta, fahri who was appointed to berqiro’ah, and zahra who served as an event sie. Because of that event they finally dare to chat and ask for a phone number. “oh yes, to make it easier for us to communicate, how about I ask for your number, may not”, said farhi doubtful. “of course, good idea it”, said zahra as she wrote down her phone number on a piece of paper and held it out on fahri. Stay by holding back his grooves, and keep your distance, so that fahri does not hear the drums of war in his heart. “lakasih, later if there is something important I text you”, etc, said fahri who also held back his grooves. Zahra smiled and asked for permission to leave, as she had already waited for her friends in the ise room for the final coordination before tomorrow's event.

Fahri hesitated at night to contact zahra or not, but he was eager to contact zahra, even if only text. And with all her confidence she ventured sms zahra, ‘hay ara, still remember me?’ a little hesitant, fahri then sent the message to the number that was given by the zahra earlier in school. Faithfully fahri waiting, hope to get a good response from zahra. ‘hemm, this is synthet?’ slowly fahri opened and read the message from zahra, there was a feeling of relief in his heart, it turned out to be responded to positively, then with the spirit he replied to sms zahra again, ‘ini I fahri, I just want to ask tomorrow that I perform what time is about’, a little question of pleasantries as a mode so that fahri can still text zahra. Then zahra reply ‘ow you al, tomorrow you perform at half 8 am you open the show :-)’. Gleefully reading sms from zahra. There was a smile at the end of the message, increasingly making fahri fly, then they were engrossed in smsan. ‘ara’ call for zahra is indeed very special, because only fahri who calls him ‘ara’, ‘ara’ is taken from the last name of zahra, Ar-rahmah. And ‘al’ is also special for fahri, indeed the full name of fahri is Muhammad Al-fahri, and new zahra who calls him ‘al’. Since then, they have been texting frequently. Zahra was thrilled to be able to connect more closely with Fahri, only this time her dream since X class materialized. Zahra also still keeps a handkerchief fahri neatly.

Time eventually leads them up to class XII, and they must desperately prepare for UN. But they kept in touch through sms, and their relationship became closer. And their respective feelings became more and more entrenched and grew larger. The peak at the time of their return, they took the time to chat directly after the event was over. “Al, you look cool pake jas” said zahra opened the conversation. “you are also Ara, more beautiful,” reply fahri. Zahra smiled and asked again “after this you want to continue where Al?”. “after this I want to go to jombang, want to ponpes Tebu Ireng”, replied fahri in a low tone, with a little sad. Fahri knows today is his last meeting with zahra, because next week he is going to jombang. “ha? to Ponpes Tebu Ireng, so you want to go there?”, said zahra a little surprised, and the look on his face turned sad. Fahri. Silence slipped between them, for a moment they were silent in their minds. “oh yes, Al, this is your handkerchief that was in class X first, still remember?” zahra broke the silence. Sontak fahri stared at the one hand that was in the hands of the zahra. “Ara, of course I still remember that time, actually there is something I want to talk to you”, said farhi doubtful. “apa?” tanya zahra curious. “te amo amor”, said fahri stammering. Hearing those words the heart of the zahra seemed to stop beating. Zahra understood the meaning of the word, because indeed fahri and zahra have the same interest with the Spanish state and Spanish language. Zahra directly looked at fahri. “you mean what Al?, is it possible we are together, you want to go to jombang while I want to go to Jakarta continue my school”, I want to go to Jakarta, said zahra in a low voice while shedding tears, can no longer hold it. “ I actually also have the same feeling to you Al, but,” added zahra. “I have told you Ara, too, don't cry anymore, wipe your tears. If indeed we are destined to be together, someday we will definitely be reunited again, the ribs will not be exchanged Ara,” said fahri while extending his handkerchief that was given by zahra. Zahra wiped her tears, and looked at Fahri. Fahri did not dare to touch the girl who was crying in front of him, because he really appreciated women. “Ara, maybe this is our last meeting, next week I will leave, I hope you are okay in Jakarta later, take care of yourself. Congratulations stay Ara”, said fahri while leaving zahra and shed tears that had been trying to hold. It is very heavy decision taken by Fahri at this time, but he has to decide, and he has prioritized religious interests, his desire to memorize the Qur’an. He believes God has planned something wonderful out there. Fahri leaves with Zahra's love. The incident happened on June 07, 2008.

“mbak zahra, this hodgepodge”, voice server. Zahra awakens from daydreams about her past about her first love, fahri. Even now zahra still holds feelings for fahri. What he always remembers from fahri is his words ‘If indeed we are destined to be together, someday we will certainly be found again, the ribs will not be exchanged Ara’. Unknowingly Zahra smiled to herself, until the waiter rebuked her after the first speech was ignored, “mbak Zahra, why?”. “oh, it's okay mbak, thanks ya”, why?<TAG1>, zahra says a little salting. Then he decided to end his adventures in the past and enjoy his favorite hodgepodge. Then came the mariah carey-hero song from zahra's phone. Zahra ripped through the bag looking for where her phone was. And then put his phone in his right ear. “wa’alaikum greetings, Alhamdulillah healthy buk, enggeh tomorrow next week his graduation, mother came right?” zahra said to someone on the other end of the phone. Zahra hung up and continued her lunch. Next week zahra will be graduating, and his mother will come to see the zahra, as well as pick up the zahra to be invited back to Yogyakarta. Zahra just obeyed all her parents' wishes.



Zahra was shocked to hear her father's words. A soul mate? betrothed?, this is not the era of siti nurbaya anymore, why must be betrothed anyway, what about fahri?. Zahra tried to rebel in her heart, she did not dare to fight her parents. But since then, zahra's mind seemed to be full of burdens, he still loved fahri, but he could not fight his parents. His impact on zahra graduation is often daydreaming, until he does not realize his name is called to give a speech, because his GPA is perfect. “zah, you are called, you are called, come forward” whispered the goddess while elbowing the right hand of zahra. Zahra was shocked and realized from her daydream. Then he stepped forward with a slightly shaky step, and began to make a speech, but with a flat face, not hinting at the happiness of getting a perfect GPA. Even the goddess and the ayu look happier than the zahra.

After approximately 5 minutes of the Zahra speech, a low clap of applause accompanied the steps of the zahra back to his seat. Realizing something was different from her friend, the goddess immediately asked what actually happened to zahra. “eh zah, you why the hell? how lethargic? any issues? story dong!?” whispered goddess on zahra, who just sat. “hemm, later yes I critain, after this event” replied zahra. The goddess nodded resignedly, and tried to hold back her curiosity. The graduation ceremony ended, and went on a great walk. Have a photo session, all dissolved in an atmosphere of happiness, but not for zahra, there are still problems that hamper his mind. After several shots for zahra and her parents, zahra asked permission to go with the goddess for a while. “yah, buk, zahra, want to go with the goddess first, father and mother first go home aja”, aja<TAG1>, zahra said with great respect. Zahra's father and mother nodded, and let her proud daughter go, with her friend. Maybe for the last meeting, because tomorrow afternoon they will return to Yogyakarta. “ati-ati nduk”, said zahra mother. Zahra then stepped away with the goddess, they decided to talk in the campus cafeteria.

Zahra told him everything that happened to him, the problem of fahri, and the problem of arranged marriage planned by his parents. “alah zah, just accept your parents' decision, they will know better who deserves you, he said, anyway, consider this as your devotion to them”, said the goddess advises zahra. “the matchmaking is not always creepy you know, who knows she is indeed your real place, you are part of her ribs”, you are, add the goddess further strengthen the zahra. “iya dew, you are right, this is one of my devotees to father and mother, I should be able to give up fahri, maybe we are not mate”, we are not, say zahra in a low tone. “gitu dong zah, continue when is the plan you will return to Yogyakarta?”, ask the goddess again. “besok noon dew jam”, said zahra casually. “what? this means our last meeting dong”, said the goddess began to be sad. “iya dew, thank you so far you are my best friend, always listen to the outpouring of my heart”, said zahra began to shed tears. Dewi directly hugs zahra tightly. “sama-sama zah, I will definitely miss you a lot, do not break the friendship between us huh?” pinta dwi with tears that flood her cheeks. “definitely dew, oh yes, send greetings to ayu yes!?, sorry debt I do not pay, let her shodaqoh”, said zahra with a little laugh. The goddess nodded and began to let go of her embrace. They drift in a farewell atmosphere. “happy way dew, take good care of yourself yes, ayu too, Assalamu’alaikum”, said zahra as she stepped away leaving her best friend goddess. “Wa’alaikumsalam,”, replied the goddess, endlessly looking at the departure of zahra until the shadow of zahra is no longer visible.

The next day, Zahra prepared to return to her hometown of Yogyakarta. And start saying goodbye to Jakarta. Zahra finally arrived in Yogyakarta at exactly 3 p.m. He and his parents immediately took a break to unwind. Zahra recalled her good times in Yogyakarta, including her good time with Fahri in High School, but she had to quickly prepare a hole to immediately bury her past, if she meets the candidate her parents planned.

Meanwhile in Yogyakarta, Fahri also just arrived. Today is indeed the time for him to return, he has managed to pursue his dream of memorizing the Qur’an. He's already qatam 30 juz. At home, he was warmly welcomed by his family. Fahri was relieved, finally able to return after 4 years he left this beloved city. Including leaving his love in High School. The thing he always awaits when he returns is he wants to see zahra, does he still remember fahri?, is there still his love for fahri?. Only that question filled the mind of the fahri. But the one he knows for sure, his love for zahra has not withered, it still grows.

After being satisfied to unwind after a trip away from Jombang to Yogyakarta, Fahri decided to chat with his father and mother. All dissolved in the feeling of longing, “le, it turns out your crew is big, I did not expect the time to pass quickly, it is suitable so manten”, said fahri father, a little with a joking tone. “enggeh well,but there is no candidate”, replied fahri with a smile responding to his father's jokes. “if it is not to worry le, wes mother there is a candidate for you beautiful, yesterday just graduated he was a graduate of economics UI you know, and of course sholehah, you must be demen tresno” tour, said fahri mother with enthusiasm. “iya le, you must have, tomorrow the plan is father and mother want to go to his house, you come with ya le?” invite his father not to lose heart.

Fahri fell silent, unable to say anything. He regretted his words earlier, why did he say there was no candidate, but in his heart was filled with zahra, there was no place for the others. “le, would you?”, would you, asked his mother surprised fahri who was engrossed with regret for what he said. Fahri can not dodge anymore, he did not dare to fight his parents, he always obeyed all the wishes of his parents. “enggeh, it is up to mother”, he said resigned. Fahri still cursed himself, what was he talking about, why not think first. But the rice was already porridge, he had to take responsibility for everything he had said, although he eventually had to bury deeply in his love for the zahra. He was sure that this was indeed the best for him, his parents could not be wrong with his choice, they would know everything better. Fahri resigned to face the tomorrow that will arrive, the day he will meet with the candidate chosen by his parents.

“nduk, sneak get ready, the guest is coming soon”, shouted zahra mother at zahra who was preparing to meet the mate of her parents' choice. He has also prepared to bury the fahri in his past, he must accept all this. “enggeh, buk, soon zahra finished”, said zahra resigned. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. “Assalamu’alaikum,”. Hearing that voice her heart grew increasingly rumbling, that nervousness was the only thing she felt. He listened to everything through the kitchen, this must be what his parents meant. Then his mother heard him return the voice. “Wa’alaikumsalam, wah Jeng, please come in, this must be fahri that yes?”, said zahra mother with enthusiasm. Fahri? hearing his mother mention the name, Zahra's heart stopped. Why is his name the same as Fahri? maybe this is a coincidence. But soon Zahra dispelled his mind that digresses incessantly. Then he heard his parents chatting casually with their guests. Suddenly, Zahra's mother approached her in the kitchen, and asked her to deliver a drink. In zahra's heart said ‘yah, it's time, I have to bury fahri, surely he better’. Zahra's mother returned to the guest room.

“where was his daughter who just graduated yesterday sir?” ask fahri's father to zahra's father. Fahri's heart immediately pounded, surely this is what his parents meant. Nervousness that he felt, he should also immediately prepare to bury zahra. “oh, soon he came to”, said zahra's father. “zahra, where to drink nduk?”, said zahra mother called. Fahri was surprised, zahra?, why the same name? Or maybe?. unfinished fahri thought, zahra entered with a tray containing drinks and snacks. Fahri's eyes did not turn to look at the downcast zahra in shame. In the heart of fahri want to jump for joy. ‘subhanallah this is the way-Mu meet me with him Yes Allah, thank you ‘. Zahra shyly presented drinks to the family of fahri, and when he raised his face, in front of him there was a face that was very familiar, namely fahri.

Zahra did not believe what she saw, she thought this might just be her hallucination. Zahra tried to close her eyes and shake her head, hoping for her hallucination to end. It turned out that after he opened his eyes again, Fahri's face remained before him. It means it's all real. In the heart of zahra so happy, it turns out the man of choice of his parents is the fahri of the person he loved all this time. “Ara?” spontaneously, Fahri called for zahra to awaken the zahra to immediately return to his consciousness. “Al? as it turns out,” replied zahra in a spirit tone. For a moment the eyes of fahri and zahra meet, as if they told me about their feelings of relief. “lho, you already know?” ask mom fahri spirit. Question mom fahri disperse show with eyes on each other zahra and fahri. “enggeh bu, he's a friend of my High School”, said fahri sampil smiling happily. “wah, it turns out you guys are indeed a soul mate, without having to introduce you, said fahri sampil smiling happily, you already know each other”, said zahra happy mother. Fahri and zahra smiled and bowed shyly. “iya ma'am, we do not bother to introduce them, just determine the date of this”, joking zahra father makes the atmosphere melt without any more tension. “iya right sir, I can't wait to see fahri married”, added fahri father increasingly make the atmosphere full of kinship. Fahri and zahra were embarrassed by their parents. But their hearts are no less happy, it turns out that what they were worried about so far did not happen, they do not need to bother burying their memories in High School.

Fahri and Zahra's parents were talking in the dining room. Fahri and zahra let go of their own longing, by chatting in the living room. “Ara, I did not expect it turned out we were reunited in this way”, said fahri started the conversation. “Iya Al, at first I do not want with this matchmaking event”, said zahra. “so you really do not want with me?”, asked fahri a little teasing zahra. “not like Al, but, I don't want to, because I don't know if what my father and mother mean is you”, said zahra trying to explain to fahri. “because I'm still waiting for you Al,” added zahra clarify the reason. Fahri smiled, it was peaceful to hear those words from the zahra. “Ara, te amo”, said fahri briefly while looking at zahra with sincere affection. Zahra smiled and returned the look of fahri lovingly “te amo also Al,”.

Unknowingly fahri hand will hold the hand of zahra. “eits, wait first not halal Al, patience first” said zahra stop the movement of fahri hand. “hehe, sorry to forget, almost caliph Astaghfirullah haladzim”, p, fahri said while smiling his death. Zahra smiled at the slightly salting behavior. “Ara, let me just say, the ribs will not be changed, and it turns out that you are one of my lost ribs, and there will never be a replacement, God has also brought us together again in His own way - ”, the words of fahri cool the heart of zahra. “oh yes, this I return your handkerchief Al, Al, I no longer need it to wipe my tears, because I already have your hand that will always wipe my tears that fall later”, said zahra as she held out a handkerchief. Fahri looked at the zahra lovingly, followed by the zahra. And they look at each other. “hayo, ndak can be too often looked at, not yet halal, soon le, sengpati”, ndak, said mother fahri while stepping closer to fahri and zahra followed by father fahri and parents zahra. “haduh, pak hasan, your son is impatient like”, joked father zahra. Laughter filled with happiness between the two families.