Love Me Because of God

Sorry Ukhti He's mine

Today is the first day of Zahra and Qonita practice KKN in the village of Dagger. Zahra deliberately chose this village because she could freely meet the man who had proposed to her last week. Although not always met because it is not legal to be her husband, but at least she can have direct interactions with him, accompanied by her sister. Zahra and Nita (call of Qonita) immediately get ready to teach at MTS. At 7 o'clock, they started teaching. That day they only taught 1 hour of lessons, then allowed to go home.

Because they came home early, they finally decided to travel around the village so they could get to know more about it. Kampung Belati, a simple village, not too advanced, not too backward. Even the matter need not be questioned. Not too hot, because there are still a lot of big trees. If the rain is heavy, it will not flood because besides the water absorbs into the roots of trees, in this village is also famous for being clean. Due to the situation of the village like this, Zahra and Nita increasingly feel at home while living in the Dagger village. Day after day, week after week they go through a life full of twists.

“Nitaa, I went first to his mosqueaa.” Shouted Zahra

“Iyaa...” Zahra also immediately walked to the mosque, leaving Nita who was still bathing. Understandably, just came home because it was at school there was an event. Shortly afterwards, I heard the voice of Adhan Isya. Nita immediately sped up her steps as soon as she finished the bath. Somehow an unpleasant feeling enveloped him. But he tried to brush off the taste with beristighfar. Suddenly his eyes saw a crowd of men laughing out loud at the turn of the road to the mosque. He was confused, because this is a shortcut to get to the mosque quickly. In addition, the time is also fixed if you have to turn around the road. By saying bismillah, he passed the horde of men with a look down and half run. “assalamu’alaikum ustdzaaahh? Can you know his name is gaak?” Nita does not care about the question that makes it unimportant, he speeds up his steps. Unexpectedly, there was someone gripping and pulling his arm. Nita grimacing. “Bogged very mbak. Just ask the name can not.” “maaf, I was in a hurry to pray. Already missed.” Answer with fear. “Heh mbak, look here!!”

But suddenly someone said Istighfar aloud. All eyes turned to the source of the voice. Nita was astonished as all the men of the horde suddenly lowered their gaze. The grip on his arm had not been removed. “What's up anyway. Why there is a commotion.” The man who was gripping Nita's arm replied, “Joking around. Is it mbak?” looking straight at Nita. Nita was confused and had to answer what. The man strengthened his grip. With a grimace, Nita just resigned and was forced to answer “Iya.” Ustad continued his lecture, “You know, it is time to pray isya, did you not hear the Adhan? Why even fun hanging out is not clear as gini. Astaghfirullaah, moreover, has done nothing similar to Qonita. You see, this Qonita ma'am wants to go to the mosque, do not you bother with your actions that you think are cool and need to be done.” Everyone still lowered their heads and listened to the lecture of ustad solemnly. I don't know why Nita's heart is beating so hard. He also wondered where this man knew his name from. “Already, now you guys disperse, and immediately abudhu, fast prayer isya. Come!” One by one they left the place. Now there are ustad and Nita. “Ehm, mbk Qonita want to go to the mosque too yes?” “Iya. Syukron has helped.” “iya, equally. Yes, if so, just go to the mosque.” “Iya, monggo ustad first.”

During the trip, the two of them just bowed quietly. Actually Nita wanted to ask, from where the ustad knew his name, he also did not know who the name of the ustad was. But since it had reached the veranda of the mosque, then his intention was to undo. They entered through a different door. Nita and ustad followed the priest's movement, and added to the lack of raka’at because it had missed.

When he came home, Zahra told Nita to go home first. Because Zahra wants to meet “someone” said. “kalin donk..” Nita becanda said. “Iya sometime yes ukhti. Relax, Zahra must know kok.” Finally Nita went home first, although somewhat afraid of the incident was repeated again. But thankfully, what Nita feared did not happen. After arriving at the boarding house, Nita opened the Qur’an and read it with tartil.

Time is 22:00, but Zahra hasn't come home yet. Nita is worried and confused. He tried to contact, but was inactive. Nita finally decides to go out, looking for Zahra. When Nita opened the door, a veiled woman was seen standing in front of the door, about to knock on the door, but Nita opened first. “Yes Allah.. Zahras.. Ngagetin.. From where, I just came home at this time.” “Hehehe.. yes sorry ukhti, earlier the fun of chatting with mbaknya ikhwan who proposed me it.” “Bikin worries people only. Yeah, let's go in. This is malem loh. It's not good that women at this hour are still outside. Ukhti tau itself right.” “Iya sorry ukh.” “Come to sleep, tomorrow will have to stretch.” “Iya ukhti cantiik.”

Along the way to school, Nita excitedly told Zahra about the oustad who had helped her last night. Zahra who heard very enthusiastic and curious about the ustad. “why not just acquaintance anyway? That's pretty good. Hehehe.” “He already knows my name. I'm also surprised, from where the ustad knows my name.” “Ehem. If ikhwan is your soul mate, piye, you are seneng opo ora?” “Ah, this ukhti how, if I think yes, every Muslimah would want her to be a companion in life.” “So curious about me this. Sometimes recognize ya.” “kenalin piye, wong I just don't know his name really. Rarely meet. Just met yesterday doank fitting to go to mosque.” “Well, I have an idea. If you go to the mosque, how about waiting for the ikhwan to come. Yes, don't ask for acquaintances. Just show me.” “Ah, ndak to ah. Why try.” “ya already if you don't want. I don't make it.” They did not feel they reached school and began teaching because the entrance bell had been heard.

I don't know why Nita thought about ustad helping her last night. ‘Astaghfirullah. I can't imagine being weird. If he is my soul mate, surely Allah will bring him closer through His guidance that does not come out of syari’at.’ The school sign bell rings. Nita immediately prepared to go to Master's office to meet Zahra and take her home.

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Nita and Zahra walked out of the mosque together after the Maghrib prayer’ah. But Zahra turned to the w.c. to defecate. Nita waited outside, in front of the mosque. Then a man said hello to Nita. It turned out that it was ustad who had helped him yesterday. They talk but only for a moment. After that, he said, along with the arrival of Zahra from w.c. As Zahra was curious to see Nita smiling to herself, Zahra asked. Zahra was a bit disappointed because she did not have time to see the ustad that Nita liked. While walking, Nita told me tomorrow morning - which happened to be Sunday -, after the morning run would show and introduce the ikhwan who had proposed to him 2 months ago. Nita was finally able to know the champion of Zahra whom she had been telling and praising.

Until not felt, that morning after the morning run they rest while sitting on a wooden chair. While Zahra buys a drink at the front stall, Nita meets the ustad she dreams of. The Ustad simply said his greetings, then stood up while leaning against a tree near Nita sitting. It was like asking him to get acquainted. But in undo his intention, because Nita felt inappropriate and not good if he had to invite him introductions. He could only harbor feelings that had already spread in his heart. But he was surprised, why the ustad was even silent there. ‘ustad this want to say yes. Dateng-dateng even diem and stand. Looks like it's time I tell Zahra, if all this time I mean yes this. But kok ustadnya diem ya. ndak say nothing.’ Shortly afterwards Zahra came and greeted ustad it, “Assalamu’alaikum mas Fahri.” Greet Zahra with a smile. “Wa’alaikumus greetings Zahra.” Then Zahra's view turned to Nita. “Ukhti, this is the ikhwan that I often tell to ukhti. His name is Mas Fahri. Oh yes, there is good news again, insyaallah next month I am the same Fahri doing sunnah Rasul.” Like in a lightning strike, Nita was shocked and could not believe what she had just heard. Her face had changed in just a few seconds. His heart is beating fast. Unlike the one from yesterday, this one was thumping in shock and disappointment. “Ukhti, why? How rich is it?” Nita just kept silent while thinking what she had to say to Zahra that all this time the oustad she admired was Zahra's own future husband. Because long wait for Nita to make a sound, Fahri finally joined the voice, “Ehem, sorry Zahra. I know Qonita. Yesterday we met at.” “Sorry Zahra, I came home first huh. My head suddenly hurts. Assalamu’alaikum.” Said Nita who had cut off the talk of ustad Fahri. Nita turned around and ran. Zahra and Ustad Fahri who saw it were astonished.

Nita sat alone on the edge of the river so clear. Lonely, no one. “Yes Allah, it turns out I liked one brother wrong. It turned out that he was soon a priest, became his life companion Zahra, a close friend who had been with me all this time. I could only feel this pain, I knew I was wrong.” Without Nita noticing, Zahra was already standing behind her, and heard all Nita's complaints. “Nita...” Nita turned her head, and was surprised to see Zahra there. “Za.. Zahra.” Zahra hugged Nita. Nita can only cry, Zahra apologizes for hurting Nita, then comforts and motivates Nita. She knew that Nita was a strong woman. Nita began to awaken and rise. He believes God is always with him and will give more than this. ‘Yes, someday God will replace what has happened today with a better one.’ Inwardly

Qonita did not want to remember the incident anymore, as if it was a passing wind. When Zahra brought good news, Qonita was able to smile cheerfully again. There is one of Fahri's friends who is looking for a sholehah newspaper to be a companion. Ustad Fahri tried to ask Qonita through Zahra's intermediary. Qonita is ready to try and’aruf with him next week after the internship is completed. Zahra and Qonita embraced happily.