My Soul is a Crib From Heaven
CHAPTER 1: The Good News
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"Meeting you is fate, being your friend is my choice, but falling in love with you is beyond my means" Hanif said.
The man was pensive as he looked at the clear blue sky. Not surprisingly soon he will definitely meet the little girl he was once betrothed to.
"Did she grow up to be a girl?" ask Hanif to himself.
This is the second meeting with him, who has been separated for 10 years. No wonder? , there must be drastic changes.
Hanif sighed, "Huh... Astagfirullah already, I should practice first" he said, then left the terrace of the mosque which he had made a place to contemplate.
The celebration of the 75th HUT NKRI will be a silent witness, where there will be a meeting between the two people who have previously been separated by time and circumstances.
Hanif, who has been taught at the school for 10 years, is now growing into a man who has just grown up. His age of just 17 years makes him wiser in thinking and acting. He also always maintained his attitude towards the opposite sex, especially there he had always been an idol for santriwati. It is not uncommon for him to receive love letters. The man must also undo his intention to love someone who is not his destiny. He knew that his parents had chosen a soul mate for him. Where it was the best for him, that was what he always thought.
Meanwhile, Aqila grew into a nosy teenage girl and was lulled by the development of the current era. This girl who is an idol at her school, has always been the target of playboy men.
"Aqilaayo!!!"
"Aqila...."
The shout echoed at the classroom corridor that was starting to quiet down. A girl in a high school uniform ran in a mess, going and going here and there while checking every classroom.
The girl's name is Nawa. He was a close friend of Aqila Az Zahra. His silly and chatty attitude often contracted Aqila disease. Yes, Aqila's disease is her disgust. But sometimes Aqila behaved in her mood at all times. The girl was not easy to guess even by her own best friend.
"Aqilaaaa.." His shout this time came to fruition. Nawa finds Aqila in her classroom.
The current condition of the school has been quiet, because the bell has rang 15 minutes ago. So, live those who still have the need to stay in school longer.
Aqila and Nawa are also classmates. Remembering soon is a graduation, making them more participating in every activity.
"Hey !!!" nawa shouted trying to surprise Aqila.
But the ignorance of his best friend did not produce results. Aqila was not surprised in the least. He was busy with his favorite guitar. By plucking a few strings and holding one of the guitar keys, to produce a beautiful tone.
"Hiks... Aqilaaa, you were called from earlier. Overall!" gerutu Nawa while holding his waist with both hands. It was as if expressing how tired he was.
But the girl just cleared her throat. Heedless of the attitude of the girl beside him.
"hemmmm...."
A simple but painful and irritating expression.
"Ih, what a bitch" Nawa grumbled increasingly, he did not even hesitate to pull over the arm of the girl's hand, to stop playing the guitar and respond.
Plaakkk
"Law... Hixss. Yes Nawaaaa. Whywhy?"
" Well, if you just responded. Next time I throw in a new chair!" he said with annoyance.
" Yeah why? sorry deh. After all, you already know people are focused, even disturbed" Aqila replied with a jutek.
"mmmmm. Sorry too! If so, then play the guitar. It's late!. Ntar we're last night"
" Dad, go first. I also followed Ntar" replied Aqila indifferently.
They belong to the marching band at school. Very popular among students and students, because they represent their school several times in various festive celebrations. Aqila, the thin and tall girl, was also chosen as one of the two field commanders in her marching band.
After some time left by Nawa, Aqila also began to move from her seat. He kept the guitar in his bag and put it on. Not to forget also the bag containing several books he stored on one of his arms.
Walking between the classroom corridors that felt lonely made him bored. So Aqila took out an Earphone from her bag and placed it on both her ears. He walks around listening to his favorite songs.
Not long after, an annoying voice appeared.
"Aqilaaa" cried Raffa.
Hix. The bitch shows up again. Can I not be bothered by him for a day?.
Aqila grumbled in her heart. Trying to keep busy and ignore the strange and annoying sound.
But that does not mean a barrier for Raffa. Even he ran towards Aqila with vigor and embraced the body that he thought was tiny.
"Hey... Do you want to practice?. Barengan yuk" he asked without talking stale.
Raffa screamed in pain,
" Auhh. I will not repeat it again. Plislah please release, sick tau! "
After being satisfied to hear Raffa's complaint, Aqila took it off casually and stared intently at the man.
"Dare to repeat again?"
"Son.not going. Repent me" Raffa replied while confirming his painful hand.
What a cruel girl! .inner Raffa. His eyes even stared at the girl's sinister.
" What's a look-look? " sniffled Aqila.
"Ih. jutek very. You're short!" raffa shouted while running away from Aqila.
Just natural. For Raffa, Aqila was short. Its height of only 162 cm with a weight of 48 kg is not comparable to Raffa with a height of 180 cm and weighs 68 kg.
"What loh said! gini-gini I'm a commander, too. Heh!" Aqila chuckles.
After a long walk down the classroom corridor, he finally arrived at a special room where he trained. There are a lot of marching band equipment scattered. Some of it was worn by his friend. Except for Nawa, the girl looked troubled wearing her bellyra.
Aqila placed the items she carried in the corner of the class. And go to Nawa. He even helped his best friend.
" It's been 3 years of training, it's still hard to use this. See there the other is very easy to pack, even a matter of seconds" complained Aqila.
" What the hell am I holding a drink again, so distress"
Aqila only snorted in annoyance when she heard the complaint of one of her best friends.
" Where are the others ready?. Rosy ready?"
In his marching band, Aqila and Rosy are his field commanders.
"Ready!" answer all its members including Raffa and Rosy.
Aqila went up and took her wand. He and Rosy look good at playing it. Even their movements made all of their members even more eager to produce a beautiful tone. They've been training really hard lately. Giving your best is their dream.
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After returning home from school, Aqila preferred to go into the room. Without thinking for a long time, he immediately threw his body into his favorite bed. Physical and mental fatigue has become commonplace for him. The child who soon turns 17 years old seems to be getting used to various activities scheduled for his day.
"Son... Why go home this late again? look it's 18:45 now. If your father knows, he must be angry again" said Mama Aqila who he did not realize had stood and leaned on the door of his room.
Aqila had closed her eyes and was preparing to enter the dream world, but the voice again disturbed her.
Snorted in annoyance, "Hufft. Mah... Aqila went home because she had just finished training. This also makes the celebration of the HUT NKRI ceremony on the field. "
" Whatever... Mom is tired of telling me you keep going. The more stubborn the day! "
Not long after, Aqila's father showed up. He had just returned home from the office after mama Aqila had preceded him. Naturally, Aqila's father was a manager at the company, if he returned late must have run out of meetings or there are other interests different from Mamah Aqila who was just an ordinary office worker at the same company. Seen in that almost wrinkled hand, he carried an invitation. Smiles began to appear on the sweet lips of the father. This time Father Aqila's mood was good.
" What's up in the fuss. I'm fine as long as it's good, Papah will not be angry if "the sentence thrown by the father makes Mama Aqila form a frown.
" Tumben Pah's? what persambet? "
"Hehehe. It's an invitation from the boarding school Hanif is in. He said they would display various anthrax at the NKRI HUT celebration. I can't wait to see Hanif again"
The simple expression of a simple letter was able to melt the crumbling and tired mood of world affairs except Aqila.
"Is it really Pah?. Can't wait to see how Hanif grows" replied Mama who began to rob the letter.
" yes. Just have to be present can't be "
On the other hand, Aqila was rolling here and there. He felt annoyed. In the mind of Father and Mother is nothing but Hanif. In fact, every previous celebration of HUT NKRI, they were rarely present even though Aqila always received awards and praise from the government, because the marching band group was very stunning and always gave the best.
" Huh.. tau ah "he said in a soft voice.
Friday 29 January 2021
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