Love Shielded Risue

first meeting

Say it to the heart. Rain is not a means to mope.

Not a means of putting the heart on propitiation. Not a place to hide tears, because of water from the sky.

But rain is mercy. Which always makes us sure that God is opening the gates of heaven. For us to pray. One of the most mustajab times to raise hope in prayer. It is when water is pouring from the sky, also from the eyes.

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The story begins here.

Merry came to his friend, at the house of a Muslim woman whose residence is close to one of the boarding houses.

The girl with long hair on her back, almost to her waist, waved cheerfully as she got off the blue cab. Right in front of the house.

"Girl!" cheerful he exclaimed. Calling his friend's name. Then walk closer.

"Merry, why don't you come and say something?" Smiling delightfully. He held Merr's two chuckling hands.

"Hihii .. I intentionally. It's a surprise."

"Huh, it's only right that I want to go to the study."

"Woaaaah. I'm coming, right?" Merr was slightly speechless after receiving a nod of the head from her friend. "Yeah, but I'm wearing tight jeans. How's dong?"

"You want to wear a robe, me?" Arshila.

Without thinking for a long time, the girl nodded happily.

"Yuk, come in first. Change clothes and wear the hijab."

"Yooo..." Excited, they laughed too. Entering a house that can not be said to be simple but not luxurious too, belongs to Arshila's parents.

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In a mosque that is still in the pesantren cottage area. Both of them sat in a corner covered with veil. As a barrier between female saf and male saf.

The initial event was the Quran recited by ustadz Akhri. The whispers in the back make Merr feel uncomfortable mixed with curiosity.

"Pssst .. Those behind are so noisy, who said it, anyway?" Whisper Merr on Arshila.

"Ustadz Akhri's. The man who was out in front. He's kind of famous. Understandably, still young and handsome as well. It's still my cousin" he whispered as well.

"Ooo..." Merr rounded her lips.

Deserve them like that, apparently the naji ustadz who is still a bachelor. Hehe. Sounds beautiful.

Tilawah is over. Replacing with the study brought by Mr. Kyai, grandson of a founder of ponpes Abdul Aziz.

A study that he thinks can make Merr vibrate.

Indeed, ever since she knew Arshila she became more and more interested in Islam. His intention to come too, because of this. You can go to the study as well as study religion more deeply.

About an hour through it. Observing every science presented by Mr. Kyai with a language that he can easily understand. Record the verse by verse that makes him tremble, as a store of knowledge that he will review again after arriving home.

The study is over. All the worshippers scattered. The voice of Genjring the children of Hadroh. Merr and Arshila came out, telling a story.

"Shila, have I prayed? Fasting too, same njai. I have converted to Islam?" Merr asked in a happy tone. In contrast to Arshila who responded to his words with a small ruckus. "Kok laughing, anyway! Is something wrong?"

"Astagfirullah al'azim .. sorry Merr." Arshila muffled her coldness, "not that. A Muslim can only be said to be a Muslim if he has already worshiped."

"Dada! I can, I've memorized. Hear that, huh? Ashhadu an laa ilaaha illallaahu, wa asyhaduanna muhammadar rasuulullah. Tuh, right? I am a Muslim now."

"Jeez .. keep the terms whatever. Tell you?" Shake Shila's hand.

"Yya–iya. Me later?"

"Assynnya!" A man in the back. Interject their speakers who stand in the middle of the path.

"Eh .. walaikumsalam warahmatullah. Sorry Bang Akhri, please." Arshila pulled a little Merr's hand, so she would step aside for a moment. Let the young ustadz pass first.

"Excuse me, ya–" smiled kindly, looked down politely and passed the two of them, and turned to the right.

"Eh .. that's the guy. Ustadz who saw it, " whispered Arshila.

Merry mangosteen. His sight was still directed for a moment. The tall man who had not looked at them at all before turning earlier, after that refocused on Arshila. Wiggling both of his hands.

"Let's explain again, how."

"Yes later .. We should meet my Uwa first. We discussed how, because my science is also still shallow." Chuckles.

They hurried to continue their steps. Passing through the alley just as Ustadz Akhri turned right while they turned left. Towards the exit.

Men who use white Koko and white gloves also took the time to look at it for a moment before entering one of the rooms. She smiled faintly as she heard a glimpse of Arshila's conversation and her theme. Then return to the destination, to enter the room after saying hello.

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In accordance with the agreement.

After returning home, Merr immediately went to the boarding school of Abdul Aziz.

He who just got off the taxi ran slowly. While holding a hijab that he had not had time to pin a needle under his chin. The important thing is to cover the head, he thought.

Actually, he doesn't need to run. Because they will all be waiting. For he was eager to ask when he could worship. Making his move could not slow down.

Meanwhile in the hallway of the deserted corridor of the cottage. Seen from a distance the man who used Koko white colored robe went silent. Stopped his steps that suddenly froze. Hugged the book tightly in his chest.

This is the third time. Looking at the woman who made him unable to forget his funny conversation with Arshila the other day. It was running closer.

Akhri's lips grew thin, his eyes as if glued to look at him who was getting closer.

Like a movement in deceleration. The woman carried a beautiful aura that made Akhri's heart pound strongly. His veil that still showed his bangs was fluttering in the direction of the wind due to the speed of his running.

Humane, right?

Every creature when meeting the opposite sex is admired, will surely forget for a moment with the shari'at and its prohibition. Not because of the weak faith of an Ustadz. More so to the test in the chest. Who was played by the devil.

MashaAllah ...

Gently muttered her lips, signifying her admiration for the woman who had never even noticed her, turning back.

After it awoke, he immediately twisted his body slightly to the side. Staring at wall. He who nearly approached her. Holding his chest, he took a stand.

Waiting for Merr to pass.

Tplaaaaak .. tplaaaaak .. tplaaaaak ...

The sound of his steps made Akhri increasingly feel an unusual vibration. He closed his eyes. His lips kept muttering.

Astagfirullah al'azim. Makes me thump more.

Akhri did not dare to look. He himself now closed the area of his nose. Refuse the fragrant aroma of the perfume Merr wears.

After the sound of his feet was heard away. Akhri just dared to look to the right.

He smiled back. His breath took him in a hurry to turn his face away. Avoiding the gaze that ends up being an eye adultery.