Mahabbah Love Khalisa

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The Casey Avenue apartment was so quiet when Khalisa came out through a long corridor at 1am. Only the dim light that accompanies Khalisa steps into the elevator will take him to the first floor. He put a grey jacket with HAWASI on the back when the elevator doors closed.

Khalisa turned to the right and left when he arrived in the basement looking for the existence of people here besides himself. There was no one but a row of luxury cars parked regularly along the ridge. Of course who else would come out at midnight like this.

"No meeting for long." Khalisa greeted his bright white Tesla P1000D after about 1 week of not driving it. The last time when Khalisa took Rindang around Yogyakarta as well as meeting members of the converts community in the city of Bantul.

Khalisa wants to go to his campus to gather with fellow members of Hafizh Hafizhah UII students or abbreviated as HAWASI to welcome the arrival of students from UIN Syarif Hidayatullah who are members of the Student Qari-Qari'ah Association (HIQMA) to do comparative studies.

The screen on Khalisa's car showed a call coming in from a contact named Mama. With one touch Khalisa answered the phone after pinning the Airpod to his ear.

"Assalamualaikum My beautiful mother." Khalisa started with him who started the car engine, he held the wheel casually out the basement that accommodated about 200 cars owned by apartment residents.

"Waalaikumussalam, Mama wants to wake you up but like this beautiful Mama's son has been awake from earlier, his voice is very fast." Khalisa's voice sounded quietly across the street. He usually calls Khalisa at midnight to wake him up to the tahajjud prayer.

"Father's Night." Khalisa lowered the car window to greet the two guards standing guard in front of the entrance gate. "Udah Malem is still the spirit of yes sir."

"Of course Mommy." The tall security guard replied to Khalisa's greeting, he commented a thin smile.

"Where is Khalisa going?" Asked the others, the security guard who wore sunglasses despite midnight. Khalisa also wondered why the security guard never took off his glasses, he had never asked about it.

"You go to college, let's go sir." Khalisa stepped on the gas up the asphalt road after making sure there were no other vehicles.

"Cece left alone?" Ica's voice came back after a moment of silence let Khalisa greet the apartment guard.

"Yes, Ma but Mama is calm Khalisa bring the car to be safe."

"Are you also not participating in HAWASI?"

"Yet Ma, the plan wants me to seduce him anyway let him come too, Mama want tahajjud?"

"Yes, wait for Papa Wudhu, yes you are again on the road right, keep careful there, hopefully the activities you do are useful and bring blessings."

"Yes, thank you Ma, assalamualaikum."

"Mosur." Connection immediately disconnected.

Khalisa slowed his car down after arriving at the main gate of the campus. Lights in the boulevard area are usually dark at midnight like this. But to welcome the arrival of students from Jakarta, all lights are turned on from the main gate to the Ulil Albab mosque.

"Assalamualaikum, Father." Khalisa waved his hand to greet the security guard who was in the entrance area of the campus.

"Waalaikumussalam nduk." Their answer, although the number of UII students is thousands, they can immediately recognize the figure of Khalisa. How not, among the many students only Khalisa who greet the guards twice a day every come and go home from college.

"Sir, have many come?" Khalisa asked, it would be bad if many of his seniors came first.

"Khalisa just calm, just a few who came, Mas Hasan also just passed."

Hasan is the chairman of HAWASI which comes from FPSB psychology.

"Maturnuwun the Father." Khalisa spread a smile back running his car at low speed.

"Khalisa!" Someone said hello when Khalisa just got out of the car.

Hearing that Khalisa waved his hand even though he did not see clearly who greeted him just now from a distance far enough. Cold immediately pierced the skin even though Khalisa was wearing a long robe plated with HAWASI jacket. This is the first time Khalisa left the apartment at 1pm, although Banyuwangi is cooler than Sleman but Khalisa needs time to adjust to the night air.

The lush trees along the boulevard area will provide a cool atmosphere during the day. But at night like this, the air feels cooler.

"Mak Aliyah." Khalisa stepped quickly towards the girl wearing a HAWASI jacket like him. He is Aliyah Khalisa's brother and fellow member of HAWASI.

"It's cold." Khalisa rubbed his own cold arm.

"Not wrong with this? usually you're always complaining of heat." Aliyah laughed, not usually Khalisa complained of cold when previously always said that Yogyakarta was hot.

"I think the hot water in the apartment will be used for the first time after coming home from here." Reply Khalisa with a big smile on his natural pink lips.

They stepped together towards the Ulil Albab mosque where all members gathered to welcome their guests.

Khalisa shook the hand of the female HAWASI members who were present first. His gaze swept across the mosque then stopped on the figure of Azfan who stood near Hasan—sang chairman.

"Everything together to move the cardboard mineral water into, the HIQMA will be up to about 10 minutes." Hasan's voice sounded loud even without a loudspeaker.

Hasan Basri served as the second HASAWI for almost 1 year. Not only memorized 30 juz, Hasan is also famous as Qari' UII which several times won the Musabaqoh Tilawatil Qur'an competition held in several regions in Indonesia.

"Chick too?" Inayah throws the question with a little protest tone, there are many male members, why women should also take the cardboard of mineral water.

"Why? not strong?" Hasan replied in a joking tone.

"It's strong." Khalisa rushed out of the mosque to transport mineral water.

"Slim bodies are so strong?" The voice suddenly appeared behind Khalisa as he was about to lift a cardboard of water.

"Koko would say I'm skinny." Khalisa gidded at Levin's ignorant smile.

"Let the boys lift." Another voice also appeared behind Khalisa.

"Azfan." Khalisa turned to Azfan who was preparing to lift two boxes at once. "Kok I just found out that you're in HAWASI." Said.

"I've been with him for a long time but because HAWASI often holds meetings after college I rarely get to come because I have to work."

Levin lifted a cardboard box and moved it into the mosque, letting Khalisa chat with Azfan. He knows Khalisa will always invite people around him to chat but that does not mean that it makes people disturbed precisely they like the friendly Khalisa.

"Oh yes Khalisa, I brought your book."

"Thank you for writing my book." Khalisa followed Azfan, he also carried a cardboard that weighed nothing compared to his body weight.

"I'll take it on the bike first." Azfan put the cardboard together with another cardboard.

"Where's the motor?"

"Ahead again rechargeable."

"If so, don't hurry too." Khalisa smiled faintly before they resumed the activity of moving mineral water.

One bus carrying HIQMA members was parked in front of the Ulil Albab mosque, their arrival was welcomed by all HAWASI members who had been arranging the event for a long time. After a short conversation they established tahajjud prayer together with Faqih as the priest who is also the head of HIQMA.

The event continued with the Quran recitation which will be read by one of the HAWASI members as the host. They had determined the letter to be read during the meeting a few days ago.

HAWASI and HIQMA members sit cross-legged between female and male members with a distance of about 4 meters.

"Please Azfan the Qur'an letter of Luqman verse 12." Hasan invited Azfan, "you memorized right?"

Azfan was surprised when Hasan mentioned his name, of course there is no other student named Azfan here, only himself. Hasan smiled at Azfan's expression. Naturally Azfan was surprised because he did not attend the meeting at that time, he also never read the Qur'an in front of many other people with Hasan who had often participated in competitions.

"If you have a good voice, don't hide it, it's talent, it's not a feeling of love that you have to suppress."

They all laughed at Hasan's jokes except for Azfan whose face suddenly heated up, his minimal self-confidence shrunk even more. How'this? what if my voice does not come out or is ugly and interferes with their hearing.

"I've heard your voice a few times, don't be afraid." Hasan patted Azfan's shoulder sitting beside him. "Ko Levin, if you would like to continue verse 13 after this." He saw Levin sitting not far from him.

Azfan regretted sitting beside Hasan, if he had sat far behind, Hasan would not have pointed at him. Not that Azfan did not want to read the Qur'an or not memorize, he was ashamed to make his voice in front of many people.

"Khalisa will read the translation." Added Hasan.

"Good Brother." Khalisa nodded without hesitation. If anyone asks who has never had stage fright then Khalisa. Until now Khalisa was curious about what it was like to have stage fright.

The melodious sound of taawudz reading was heard until the entire mosque hypnotized everyone who was there. At first Azfan's voice trembled slightly but while reading basmalah, he began to calm down. Azfan closed his eyes to avoid the sight of people who would make him groggy, besides that he was afraid to suddenly forget the verse he read.

Masya Allah. Inner Khalisa when hearing the reading of Luqman letter verse 12 that touches into the soul makes it goosebumps instantly. Wherever Azfan has been, why he is hiding among other students who are competing to channel his hobbies and talents. Why was Azfan so insecure with such a beautiful voice.

Levin's voice followed no less melodious, who would have thought the owner of the melodious voice was a convert of Chinese descent. Levin was willing to take additional lessons outside the campus to improve his training.

Khalisa's tears melted hearing the Qur'an's recitation of the commandment of gratitude. The verse reminds him to always thank God for the destiny given by Him. The sound of both really touched until the tears Khalisa shed by itself.

"We have given wisdom to Luqman: "

'Thank God! And whosoever is grateful (to Allah), then verily he is grateful unto himself; and whosoever is not grateful (cowile), then verily Allah is Most Rich, Most Praiseable'." Khalisa's voice was soft but loud without detracting from his wisdom.

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The sound of gamelan welcomes the arrival of UII and UIN Syarif Hidayatullah students in a restaurant that provides a variety of typical Yogyakarta food. Traditional nuances are so thick felt when they just set foot in front of the restaurant.

After conducting a series of comparative study events starting at 1 am last day they finally arrived at the end of the event, namely eating together with typical Yogyakarta dishes. In addition to being entertained by the sound of gamelan, they are also spoiled by the aroma of gudeg, nengkleng and satay klatak that have been ready to be presented on a rectangular table. Smoke still billowing from the necklace makes their saliva flood instantly.

"That which is on the table must not be left, let it not be broken." Hasan cried after they read a prayer together before eating.

"Who would waste such good food." Khalisa murmured while scooping rice and scented skullcap typical of spices and and goat broth.

"Why Khalisa?" Ask Hasan.

Khalisa gawked for a while because Hasan could hear his voice because even though one table they were quite far away.

"Eh, no Brother." Khalisa shook his head clumsily because he intended to talk to himself.

Azfan secretly smiled at Khalisa's behavior which he thought was funny. Where has he been all this time? maybe because Azfan never noticed the circumstances around him he became less sensitive to the situation around him to not realize that there are students as beautiful as Khalisa. Wait a minute, since when did Azfan admit Khalisa beautiful. Achaghfirullah, call it Fan.

"Son't have to try his gudeg." Khalisa pushed a bowl of gudeg near one of the HIQMA members in front of him.

"Syukron ukhti." Said the girl dimpled cheek, she scooped a little gudeg according to Khalisa's advice.

The sweet taste of gudeg combined with the savoury sate klatak which scented charcoal. Eating gudeg is also incomplete without krecek. Skin crackers that have been doused in sambal are also presented on the table completing the dish that day.

Before parting, they returned to doing photos together once again in front of the restaurant. At the UII campus, they exchanged eyes that were done by Hasan and Faqih as the chairman. In the event they also shared the method of memorizing easily from each organization. Next time HAWASI will visit UIN Syarif Hidayatullah campus like HIQMA did at UII.

"Khalisa!" Azfan half ran after Khalisa who was preparing to enter the car, he pulled out a book from his bag. "This is your book."

"Thank you, sorry for the nicotine." Khalisa received his book from Azfan's hand.

"Not really." Azfan shook his head, it didn't bother him at all.

Azfan did not have time to give the book while on campus because they were both busy by comparative studies.

"Your voice was good lo." Khalisa praised Azfan's voice while reading the Qur'an.

"Don't talk that." Azfan rubbed his nose which suddenly felt itchy hearing Khalisa's praise.

"Why? I'm speaking honestly, really said Kak Hasan, the talent should not be harbored."

Azfan laughed awkwardly, Khalisa's words made him nervous to want to leave from the girl's presence.

Khalisa's phone ringtone rang out loud from inside his bag. Khalisa reached into his bag and managed to grab a flat object that was screaming for touch. It says the name Ama Beautiful on the 6 inch screen.

"Azfan, thanks again." Khalisa then got into the car to answer the phone from Renata.

"Zaoshang hao, jin wan shuijiao hao ma?" Khalisa started, he put the bag in the side seat next to him. He said good morning and asked if Renata had slept well last night.

"Zaoshang hao Ce, finally Ama can sleep well after finishing making a lot of salty vegetables for you."

"There are still many Ama is the best for Khalisa but Ama should not be tired of lo ya."

"But all the grandchildren of Ama were chatty, all told Ama to rest."

Khalisa laughed crisply at Renata's sewot because he told her to rest a lot. But Khalisa knew Renata could never keep quiet.

"The salty squirrel will arrive at your apartment later in the afternoon."

"Oh yeah? what a big chuck." Khalisa sumringah, that means he can cook his favorite black hamcoi chicken. But usually Khalisa skip angciu when making processed chicken with salted vegetables.

"Why wonder the same transportation technology now, Ama asked until your apartment now can also Ce."

"Once again thank you Ama has made salty vegetables for Khalisa."

"Yes so you do not need to buy the packaging, although it looks the same but make yourself much healthier Ce."

"Ama's salty carrot is the most delicious in the world."

Meanwhile, outside the car, Azfan turned around to join the group to return to campus.

"You know Khalisa?" The figure of the fat man surprised Azfan as he suddenly appeared before him.

"Yes." Yeah." Azfan nodded stiffly, doesn't everyone know Khalisa? "Why Bim?" It was Bimo who was also a member of HAWASI one field of study with Azfan.

"You know, he's Jaya Alindra's grandson, Daniel Alindra." Bimo whispers.

"Alindra Street?" Azfan seemed to think, he began to step away from Khalisa's car followed by Bimo. The name sounded familiar to Azfan's ears but who? Ah right too, that is Khalisa's last name.

"Don't know?" Bimo glanced right in front of Azfan's face.

"You know, Khalisa's grandfather, didn't you say that just now."

Bimo gawked, right too, he said it just now, "meaning I—"

"What do you mean?" Sergeh Azfan was impatient.

"If you've been to Alindra Mall, it's Mall's got Mr. Khalisa."

"Oh yeah?" Azfan was surprised, although never set foot in the 7-story Mall but he often passed in front of him. It turns out Khalisa is that rich.

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Angciu: Cooking wine