Love Me Because of God

Love Port

That afternoon was Thursday. Something was different in the mood this time. Even though it feels cloudy somehow warm? I got off the bus, my hand holding the book made it the head protector of the raindrop. I walked half-running to find a place where the rain could not wash me. I arrived at a shop that seemed to have not opened for a long time. There were some people in the shade, I joined them. I decided not to go home and wait until the rain stopped. Every now and then I sweep my gaze around looking at people and then looking for shelter from the rain. Unknowingly I dissolved in my daydream, when someone surprised me.

“Hey!” I immediately turned my face towards the voice. I'm surprised!

“Hallo Ros, remember me?” she smiled at me with her sweet dimples. I kept silent remembering.

“Arsyil yes?” I replied still with a surprised expression in further confusion. I'm afraid I'm guessing wrong.

“Iya, I'm Arsyil. You remember me Ros. Long time no see, how are you?” tanyakanya.

I didn't answer right away, I noticed him. His appearance was neatly clean, he wore a dark blue shirt, a black tie suit and dark ash pants. When I saw him for a few seconds, he smiled again with his dimples. Oh my God, that's so handsome!

“Hey Ros what’s wrong?”

“Eh no,” I stammered. “It's a long time we didn't see ya, I thank God good. You alone?” I continued to return her smile.

“As you can see, I thank God be healthy too.”

“Thank God. Where are you going?”

“I want to go home. You?”

“Sama.”

Silent. I looked ahead at the rain. There was no sound but the rain and the roar of the car on the street not far from the shop where I was. It seems Arsyil did the same to me. We lost the theme of the conversation when there was so much to tell. But Arsyil and I are not good at telling stories. I don't know why I always feel awkward when talking to the opposite sex especially to Arsyil.

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Arsyil and I were friends during Junior High. We are not one class, we only know each other. Arsyil is not an active person in organizational activities during Junior High School. But he's quite popular, he's charismatic. I used to cross paths with him either when going to the cafeteria, to the toliet, to the teacher's room until we had bad luck together. We're in the law of mowing the lawn because of it. No one protested, because we were wrong. And if our views meet, Arsyil always puts his sweet smile on me. Sometimes I smile back and sometimes I'm just embarrassed.

From there began to grow an unusual taste, I started to like it. Merely likes. I told my friend Nia about this. Nia didn't comment, she understood how I felt just like it. But I don't know why a few weeks later one school knew that. It even reached Arsyil's ears. I'm really embarrassed. My friends started blaspheming me hearing their curiosity questions.

“You really like Arsyil Ros? You guys Made?” ask one of my friends Rere while Nia and I are in the cafeteria.

I looked at Nia. Nia shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“Who said Re? Me and Arsyil are not ko,” I replied in wonder.

“Masa anyway? Just admit Ros, don't hide,” Rere insisted.

“Listen yes Re, Rosa it has nothing to do with Arsyil. Where did you get the gossip from?” Nia spoke up.

“There have been many who said really, if Rosa and Arsyil are made,” replied Rere.

“Yes, who said it? After all, if Rosa and Arsyil were so then why? You like no work just want to know the affairs of others.” Nia.

“Not so, Rosa is the type of girl who is quiet and has never dated. So if he made it with Arsyil who is a bit playboy is strange,” said Rere.

“Gini yes Re, I reiterate that I have nothing to do with Arsyil. Me and Nia are going to class, our appetite is due to you.” I left the cafeteria followed by Nia. Rere just looked at me from behind.

When I arrived at the class I sat down with a feeling of annoyance. The disgust suddenly messed with me. I can't imagine what if I cross paths with Arsyil later? Do I have to ask him to talk and explain that the gossip he had with me was not me. No, just let me not have to explain. I wasn't the one who made the rumor. I didn't have the courage to talk to him anyway. Uh, sucks! Who the hell said no to me with Arsyil? My mind is starting to get fucked. Nia who was sitting next to me seemed to be able to read my vexation.

“Already Ros, don't think about the gossip. After all you guys have nothing to do,” Nia patted me on the shoulder.

“But I'm ashamed of Nia. What if later I meet with Arsyil, I'm afraid he thinks nothing of me.”

“Actually I heard from people that Arsyil also likes you Ros,” Nia sighed for a moment. I was surprised not to believe his words. “Arsyil once told Yuda that he wanted to be your girlfriend. The problem is he already has a girlfriend, and his girlfriend is Devi our junior sister. They haven't been so long, which I know she said Arsyil doesn't actually love Devi. She is forced to date Devi at the request of her cousin Dani who is heartbroken at Devi. Dani asked Arsyil to return his heartache.” Nia continued her story.

Suddenly I felt my chest tight, sick. Hearing Nia's story makes me a little jealous. And that jealousy was present with a sudden feeling of hatred present in my heart. I'm disappointed. But I'm lucky I don't love Arsyil, so I don't get so sick knowing Arsyil is a playboy. Isn't the guy who already has a girlfriend but he loves other women a playboy? And Arsyil is such a man.

“Come on Nia, I don't want to know that. I won't think about it anymore! The feeling of liking that used to exist also no longer exists. Yes, let it go!” I smiled at Nia.

“Okay, I think its be better for you Ros!” Nia smiled back.

Since then the feeling of liking Arsyil I removed. If I cross paths with Arsyil, I speed up my steps and I turn my face away. I don't want to see him. I don't want to see his expression, let him think badly of me. I don't give a shit. And it continued until we graduated Junior High. After that we never met again.

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“Ekhem.. Why smile for yourself?” Arsyil.

“Ah, no.” I'm nervous.

“Oh, by the way Mother lecturer ngajar where nih?”

“Where do you know I'm a Lecturer?”

“Tuh!” Arsyil pointed to the book I was holding, where there was a writing “Advice Lecturer: Dra. Rosa Rahmah Princess.”

“Oh, I teach at Pasundan University. Where do you work yourself?”

“I am now a Bank manager, also an entrepreneur. Thank God I already have my own restaurant.”

“Oh, good.”

“Ros, may I have your mobile number? There's something important I want to talk about later.”

“Ya, sure.” I took a memo and a pen from my bag, then I wrote down some numbers and gave them to Arsyil.

“Thanks. Oh yeah, I'm saying goodbye, there's been an invitation. You want me to drop off?” bargained for.

“Ah is not necessary. My home near ko.” I-i refused.

“Ya already, I first yes. Assalamualaikum.”

“Walaikumusalam.”

Arsyil went to a silver merci. Then he entered the front door on the left. He opened the windshield and waved his hand at me. I waved my hand back. Then the car drove.

I got home and took a shower. After that I rested in my room. I opened my wallet, I took my ID. I'm 25 years old. It is worth getting married. But no one is suitable yet. Suddenly my phone rang. Incoming call from unknown number. Who yeah?

“Hallo, assalamualaikum.” I picked up the phone.

“Walaikumussalam. It's Arsyil Ros.” replied the voice from across there.

“Oh, yes what is it?”

“Ros you are still alone right?”

“You mean?”

“I want to propose to you Ros.”

“But we,” haven't had time I spoke Arsyil cut.

“Trust Ros, we can date after marriage later. If you agree I'll come propose to you tonight too.” Arsyil's voice sounded firm, so convincing.

I don't know why I suddenly felt so sure. Without a second thought I decided to accept his proposal. A hasty decision indeed. But I'm sure.

“Alright, come to my house tonight. Talk to my parents about your intentions. Do you know where my house is?”

“Good, I already know. Salamuaikum.” Arsyil just hung up on me. While my heart was getting anxious and my heart was pounding.

That night there really was a proposal event between Arsyil and me. Both of our parents knew each other and they approved of our relationship. Although they were still confused by this sudden proposal. It was also determined the date of our wedding, and the agreement occurred that tomorrow the marriage contract would be implemented. It was a hurry, but the Arsyil side that wanted me just faded away.

After everything has been negotiated, Arsyil's side please leave.

Everything feels short, the atmosphere of the house so crowded and busy preparing for a wedding event that will be held is very simple tomorrow. There is really no preparation. But I'm happy. I can't believe meeting a soul mate this way. But Arsyil is a pious man I know, he can guide me my heart is sure.

At midnight, I prayed istikharah to strengthen my heart. Suddenly after my hanphone prayer rang a message came in. From Arsene, I read.

“That appeared in my dreams yesterday after praying istikharah is you Ros.. That's what makes me so sure to propose to you. I love you because of God Ros.. And in order to strengthen my heart, I want to know your heart.”.

I was so happy, it turned out that Arsyil had planned all this. Soon I will return it.

“I love you for God, rest assured!”