Love Me Because of God

Mysterious Brotherhood

“Wah mbak, mbok yo was dropped to hargane. moso’ the price is about four thousand to.” protest one of the buyers.

“Yah.. bu’ is already the market price, it is fitting, yes can not be bid again.” I said to the buyer.

“Opo ndak can be down to hargane..my money iku just segini to mbak.” whine the buyer.

“Yes, three thousand yes.!” I said.

Smile also expands in the lips of the buyer, I was also happy to see it.

That scorching afternoon, I was asked by Umi to wait for her field in the market, hehehe…

Bener– is very hot, two stalls in front of my stall have closed first, maybe because of the hot weather..

Bang Udin, the dawet ice seller who had been sitting waiting for his ice cart. I'm actually–bener thirsty, yes I call aja bang Udin to make me ice dawet.

“Bang, Ice dawetnya one yes..!” say

Without further ado bang udin. (Shret. set.set..set suat. ting..) tara.

“Nih Neng Esnya.” Bang Udin while giving me a magic bowl of thirst-busting.

“Neng Ririn not in college?” Ask Bang Udin.

“Oh.. Yes ampe Forgot...” Me that while scooping ice.

After drinking ice, I immediately closed the stall and rushed home. I took the angkot to Pancoran, because my house is in Pacoran area.. ^_^

My phone rang, a sms sign came in. It was from my best friend Elin.

Uh. ukhty where is not on campus..?

I do not reply, so’nya “AKU Gak PunyA PuLSa”.

While I was at home, umi was not there.Wah like I would not go to college deh like.

And this time Elin called me,

“Hallo.. Assalamu’alaikum Ukhty” sound that I know cempreng abis.

“iye, wa’alaikumussalam. da ape?”

“Ukhty not in college..? was searched Lho ma..”

“Ma ready anyway.?” many manyun.

“Sign in first donk, then I tell you.” Elins.

“Gak can Ukh, Ummi is not at home, like again to the ceremony deh..” I said.

“Discussion Board.. hehehe” ledek Elin.

“Ngawur, quality ntar.”

“Ma’af deh.. ntar back home college I was there?”

“Iya, uh.. don't forget the egg martabak ma grilled corn, kalo’ can satay chicken also yes.!!”

Elin hasn't spoken to me yet to make him shut up by hanging up. Hihahi.

Sms Elin also came ‘Dasar aKhwAT GadUngan, close the phone without permisi’

I can only smile reading the text yes.what pulse power to reply does not exist.

After the magrib Ummi and Elin came, either they met where.

Tok.. “Assalamu’alaikum.” Elin and Ummi simultaneously kayak scouts.

Ciet... Jrheng.jeng.jeng..! “Wa’alaikumussalam.” while cengar–cengir.

Elin immediately sat down without being invited, indeed Elin was like my own family.

“O.iya, here's your favorite chicken Rin, Ummi's favorite grilled corn and her egg martabak! Eh.. yes one more there is a deposit from. I do not know his name but who loves Irsyad, he said the hell from someone.” Elin while giving me an object that looks like an envelope. That's an envelope, the one in the mail is a letter.

I just said “Oh.oo..”

After Elin returned from my house, which was certainly after fulfilling my obligation to pray. I read the letter in the blue envelope, my favorite color. It contains…

Assalamu’alaikum Ukhty's…

Ukhty, your smile makes my hard heart melt.You know, I have to look at you, see how beautiful the sweet creature created by God, so shady, so existent. Maybe I am one of a million brothers who want to know you better. But.. would you be pleased with this not beautiful Brotherhood? The answer is ukhty just keep it..

An Brotherhood ..^_^

The next morning, I went to Arsyad to get a description of the letter.

“Assalamu’alikum Syad.”

“Eh.. Wa’alikumussalam, long ago Rin?”

“Ngak not only five minutes.. “

“I want to talk about the letter, which Elin loved yesterday, who sent.?”

“A.. I don't know Rin, which obviously there is an ikh...” haven't had time Arsyad finished suddenly Ustad Ilham my favorite it comes our nyamperin, our nyamperin,

“Dek, adek no longer busy?” ask him to Arsyad.

“What's wrong, brother?”

“Can anterin sister to her house Aghna?”

“Yes sister!”

“M... Rin, ma’af yes I want to nganterin kak Ilham to Aghna house, not pa-pa right?” Ask Arsyad to me.

“Yes, it's okay! Assalamu’alaikum” I replied while saying goodbye.

To be honest, I was ashamed of Ustad Ilham, not knowing why I felt something that I still could not translate until this second. Am I in love? I don't think so, I'm just amazed at him. Maybe not only am I amazed at him, there are still many other akhwat–akhwat like him. How not, young lecturers, graduates of Al–Azhar University, intelligent, charismatic, already S2, and certainly very different from most brothers. But unfortunately not married, maybe want to hack a career first ye... hus!

But I feel like I'm a sinner, every time I feel that different. I fear my true love is for Allah. Must be tarnished by ill-gotten feelings on an ikhwan. I don't feel that my principles are outrageous, but it is a sinful feeling that makes me feel I have to get rid of this unwelcome feeling of love for a brother. I felt ashamed of the hijab that was exposed by my stupid behavior. Cie... Seriously very…! ^_^

After that day, the blue letter I continue to receive every day, the letter now contains advice, words of humor, words–pearl. And I reply sometimes.

Also on the night of my birthday a week ago, the mysterious brother was the first to say birthday to me via SMS. I don't know who gave him my cell phone number. Thank God he never called me. And tomorrow, this brother invited me to meet him at the meatball shop in front of the campus. I refused, but I was curious about this mysterious brother.

And I received his request, we also made an appointment tomorrow Sunday ba’da talaqqi Al-Qur’an I will meet him at the meatballs stall.

Sunday came, I deg–degan. Exactly at 2 pm I say to Ummi to go talaqqi at Ustadzah Qanita. 4 hours I talaqqi but my feelings are not calm. sweat continues to pour in my body.

At 5, I'm out of Talaqqi's place. My feelings are getting deg–degan. My heart is beating fast. My feet feel stiff, heavy feel stepping. But I promised, let it go.

I went into a meatball stall, just one mucle sir.

“Eh.. mbak, please mbak..” greet sir Mucle.

“Ya thanks sir, quiet nih.?” ask me a stale base.

“Ya nih mbak.” replied Pak mucle relaxed while making me a bowl of meatballs.

Thirty minutes I've been waiting at the meatball stall, one bowl of meatballs is up. I grabbed my phone that was in my bag. I'm looking for that mysterious brother's number, I got it. I tried to call but mailbox, I sms not reply.

Now it feels like I'm being played, I absolutely hate him. After saying goodbye and paying meatballs to Mr. Mucle. I went to the Masjid to pray Maghrib berjama’ah. After the mosque, my mouth unceasing–hentinya komat–kamit angry – angry. In angkot I met with sister level, fortunately there are friends chatting.

I got off in the alley of the house complex, from a distance seen by me a silver Nissan car parked in front of the house. Maybe it was my village uncle.

Getting closer to home, somehow I don't know why I feel deg–degan. At the door,

“Assalamu’alaikum.” voice slowly.

“Wa’alaikumussalam.” The sound of many people (ummi opens the door).

I was stopped, but not gaping, in the living room there was Ustad Ilham, Ummi Fatina, Abah Hasyim, who is none other than the parents of Ustad Ilham and also Arsyad ta lalu also Elin who is the nephew of Ustad Ilham (I do not know because I am the same position as Elin since two semesters ago).

I sat next to Ummi. Ustad Ilham also conveyed the intention of his arrival home.

“Ririn, actually the mysterious brother is sa... i.” said Ustad terbat–bata.

I'm still quiet, can't come.

“Rin, actually my uncle has liked you since a year ago, and lucky you also like my uncle ma.?” added Elin.

“But why do you think this is the way?” much

“Yes, I just want to know what you are like!” answer ustad Ilham.

“But what should be with make me confused?” askaku.

“Ma’afm Rin.” Ustad Inspiration

“frankly indeed I was amazed at antum ustad but, I am afraid that I will become fond of ustad. Therefore from a long time ago I tried to get rid of my feelings.” Bright Ririn

“Well, son Ririn. we came here at the request of Ilham to preach you son.!” Fatina Ummi.

“But Ummi, I still can't believe it. If not ustad himself who said.” My pot.

Ustad looked at me in deep–, and started talking.

“Ririn, me and my family come here to preach you, bless you to receive my sermon..? Ustad Inspiration is calm and quiet.

I lowered my head, and I stood back up, and,

“Bismilbornrohmaanirrohimm. yes ustad I received your application.”

The atmosphere that was previously stiff and frozen now began to melt, heard by me even though I sayup–sayup usatd Ilham said hamdalah. Ummi and I hugged each other, my tears unstoppable. Umm Fatina hugged me tenderly, Arsyad and Elin congratulated. What a sauna for me.

“Rin, now you do not have to call Ustad anymore, but call Ilham's brother.. hehehe.!!” Ledek Elin's.

I blushed, just smiling at his nephew's babble.

It is beautiful when the one we love also loves us. And his nikmanya loves because of God