Love of Muhallil

One priest two teachers

"It was funny when we prayed together, a priest and two Communities. This is how polygamists feel, "inner Nahla after performing the congregational Maghrib prayer. Heart wonders.

"But I wouldn't be able to get a married husband and make me second. I will continue to feel pain throughout my life, no matter how strong my heart, I cannot. Just imagining it I can't afford." Inner Nahla.

"My heart is not yet broad, so I have not been able to be sincere if living a polygamous life. Whether I or my honey sister will definitely save the pain," Nahla is still deeply entrenched.

"There may be some or even many women who are sincere and willing in honey. But I am not ready for it, I am not against the polygamous Sunnah, but I am clearly not ready for this now" inward Nahla, imagining that Ahmad Faiz asked her to be his second wife.

"I entered the household of this happy Faiz mas.was Faiz happy yes I came here, every morning and night I would cook for him, washing clothes and cleaning the house, while Faiz works and Mba Haya is also busy with her affairs," Nahla feels bad.

"Astagfirullahaladzim I imagined what the hell! Oh God why it's like this, I've only been living in this house for two nights, but look my mind is really starting to go crazy again."

Nahla put the mukena that she had been holding since she was busy with daydreams, daydreams that were so ridiculous. made her speechless to let fantasy after daydream run in her mind.

Tok...

The sound of the door on tap, Nahla was still busy with some memorization that Nahla really wanted to memorize.Yes that's how Nahla, always filled free time with just reading and memorizing.

Not long after the door was knocked back from the outside.

Tok____tok____

Nahla rushed out of the room to open the door, and approached Haya who was already standing in the doorway with a smile.

"Nahla____, there's a delivery for you," Haya gave me a box of food wrapped up very neatly.

"Food____," Nahla was surprised that Nahla had not ordered any food at all.

"Yes. From Evan's mas, it's not the sender's name and his greeting card."

"But why would Evan give me food? I've eaten, besides I'm not eating this food" said Nahla.

Haya just sniffed the shoulders of the sign of not knowing to know, Nahla cradled the food in Haya's hands.

"Mba I can not accept this food.mba can please convey the same mas Evan, please convey an apology, if I can not accept any gifts from people I do not know for sure. Anyway, i______!" Nahla is confused to explain to Haya.

"Why not give it yourself. Mba there is a mas number Evan, you can directly contact him," replied Haya.

Nahla glanced at Ahmad Faiz who still looked ordinary. There was no look of jealousy and dislike over the delivery of food from Evan. Ahmad Faiz looks fine.

Nahla looked down to realize who he was, daring to hope Ahmad Faiz would be angry over a parcel of food delivery from Evan.

"Am I being too naive," Nahla's inner quivering violently realized her love was clapping one hand. Nahla must be able to accept the destiny of life that God has laid down.

"Hey Nahla, how's this?" Say Haya and make Nahla re-conscious from daydreams.

"Well, mba." Nahla's voice sounded heavy, with Nahla's lazy steps copying Evan's number into her cell phone.

Nahla immediately sent a message to Evan's number, this could be Evan's way to get Nahla's number. Because when going to ask for it directly Evan is not sure Nahla wants to give it.

Not long words that Nahla sent, just greeting, thank you and then an apology so as not to give anything more to him. Nahla does not like any form of giving especially from strangers who are not too well known.

"Oh yes Nahla. Are you sure you're going to start working in a flower shop tomorrow?" ask Haya.

"Signallah I'm sure, mba." replied Nahla firmly.

"Okay____, now rest tomorrow is your first day of work, so don't be late" Haya said with a smile.

"Yes mba. That's why I went into the room first?" Nahla also rushed into the room without touching the parcel of the shipment from Evan.

"How are you waiting for this food?" Seru Haya thrusting food parcel.

Haya sat next to Ahmad Faiz.

"This is why the food wants to be in the fire? ahmad Faiz asked confusedly and looked at Haya, who was lethargic because there was food in his hand.

"Either mas, I just love you don't want to." replied Haya.

"If you throw away the love yes, Mubadzir. in love with people only if, dik." proposed Ahmad Faiz.

"Good idea, mas." when Haya grabbed the parcel Ahmad Faiz was also grabbing her.be their hands touch, for a moment they were silent and staring at each other, there was a rhythm of love there.

Silence, until the two laughed at each other when they realized hehehe..

"Yes, it's just fine!" Haya took off the handrails, Haya relented.

"No, I don't want to. We do it together, come on!" Ahmad Faiz took Haya's hand and took her out of the house, to give the food to people who really needed food.

"If you give food to you, Dik, will Dik Haya also refuse and throw it away?" Ask Ahmad Faiz.

"Depending on it, mas" Ahmad Zein turned to Haya who was smiling a little.

"No, I answered him!"

"Yes.however, another story. If we like the giver whatever is given must look meaning not price. But, if I'm allergic to these foods, of course I will refuse them. Rather than mas himself who bothered later by taking me to see a doctor, do you love the money."

"Hehehe____" Ahmad Faiz chuckled, feeling right for Haya's answer.

"I'm laughing anyway!" Haya was surprised by Ahmad Faiz who chuckled.what a sight that did not want Haya to end, the smile that Haya always wanted to see, do not let the laughter go and disappear far.

"Yes until now we don't know, what are our favorite foods, and what we don't like, right?" Ahmad Faiz.

"I know what foods you like" guess Haya sumringah and full of confidence.

"Toward sambal saos red right," guess Haya smiled triumphantly and truthfully.

"Yes right, dik." replied Ahmad Faiz and rubbed the head of Haya as a sense of defeat.

"If you don't like what food, then?"

"Hem. mas is not a picky type, there is no food that does not like dik, the point is whatever mas like."

"Yes____, but everyone likes it anyway. Just name one that you don't like?"

"What ya___, I don't think there is, brother."

"His mas nih, no fun at all."

"What kind of food does Haya like the most?" ahmad Faiz asked.

"Durian" said Haya quickly.

"Means besides durian dik Haya want any food, only durian is the point,"

"Yes not only durian mas, a lot of which I do not like. But, I'm gonna learn to like her since I learned to live happily together. I'll learn to live happily in simplicity."

A happy highlight was clearly drawn on the faces of the two.

Ahmad Faiz is grateful that Haya is now much better, much more grateful and there is such a good change.

Although at the beginning Haya is a glamorous woman, but Haya can prove, that now Haya can live very simply.and what Ahmad likes the most is the way that Haya does, Haya does, Haya wants to be a better woman and want to fix herself. Learning to understand and teach is amazing