My Soul is a Crib From Heaven
Chapter 17: What is this feeling???
Time passes so fast .He did not realize that he had been living those days boringly. The drowsiness that haunts them makes the consciousness of the heart its own. There is no point in spending time just for pleasure. Time wasted is lost. In the case of students, time is a science. Whoever uses time as well as possible, then later they will feel the pleasure of life with knowledge.
Life is like a plant. When it is always flush on time, there will be a day where you enjoy the results. That is the secret of life. There are many meanings on earth that we can pick up. Depends on where you look at it.
I don't feel like the day is back in the morning. Aqila's feeling was less calm. Because he does not pay attention and carry out his activities as well as possible. But for today, he is ready to carry out activities as usual. Sleeping for 8 hours is quite satisfying. At least his eyes had started to slowly fade away.
"Ah, it's morning. I have to be ready" he thought
After some time to prepare themselves, Aqila begged her parents.
" Mah.i say yes" said Aqila by kissing the back of her mother's hand
Today there has been little development. Inner mama Aqila
Smiling happily, "Yes son.school well yes" he replied.
Aqila nodded and walked outside. From behind the gate his eyes had found Hanif who was waiting for him earlier.
The happiness that had been engraved in this morning again appeared to be annoyed by itself. I don't know why his heart was always upset when he saw the figure of the man.
"why here?!" ketus Aqila with his intense gaze
But that look will never fade Hanif's heart. Clean-hearted men always look at the positive side. His face was always clean and glowing. When I look at it my heart feels cold.
Replying with a small smile, "Fetch you.hehehe" he said.
That sound is so annoying . It was as if it was piercing Aqila's hearing. It felt claustrophobic, for some reason there was a sense of hatred hidden in his heart.
" It's my bike!!!.. You're not ashamed to use my bike huh?!" his grinning smile began to be etched
The man just looked down for a moment. Lamenting his embarrassment at this moment.
"hmm yes, I know..A little while this bike will be in your hands again.I will try it" he said gently with a small smile.
The smile started to disappear. He looked at Hanif with a stern look.
What did he say was really serious? .
Shortly after, a motorbike passed in front of Aqila's house. For the girl, the motorbike the man was wearing felt familiar.
Ppiiipppp. The big motorized man stopped in front of Aqila's house.
" have not been to school???.. already want to be late" he said which is none other than Akhtar
Aqila rounded her eyes when she saw the man open his helmet, "Akhtar???" call him awkward
Reply with a smile, "heheh yes.just a coincidence passing by" he replied.
" do you still live in your old house?" aqila asked with excitement
Hanif was only their intermediary. He was busy listening to what they were talking about. It feels strange and confused.
" humm yes Aqila. so, if there is time I can stop here too." Akhtar replied.
Putting on an annoyed face, "why haven't you said the same to me????.. You are even away from me!.... You are actually starting to forget the same as me huh?!... Umm oruu you have a new friend!!" timpal Aqila was curious
Best friend??? since when did they become friends??. Inner Hanif
Hanif frowned both of his eyebrows, forming several small lines in the middle of his eyebrows.
Akhtar was shocked by the sentence that Aqila had just uttered blatantly , " eh?!.. no... There is nothing" he said by pausing his sentence for a while to think
" I'm dulaun then ya.." he continued as if running from trouble.
Hanif replied with a smile. With a few nods of his head to be polite with others.
The man was shocked. His heart was beating so fast.
"A-what's wrong???" ask Akhtar
"Hmmm.actually I was lazy to go to school with Hanif... You didn't??? I sometimes fear too.When there is a climb it feels like I want to fall..humm is very miserable!..." Aqila paused her sentence
"Ekhem..if I may.I'm a nebeng in you?" aqila continued with sparkling eyes
Aqila's words seemed to insinuate herself. Hanif felt isolated about Aqila's sentence. His feelings are mixed. But his real goal was to give his best to Aqila. Because for him women who are not halal if in touch will be haram. So carefully he kept his distance from the girl. But Aqila misunderstood him. It felt puzzled to explain this to Aqila.
Bowed, "I'm sorry, but that's not the truth" had yet to resume his truncated sentence Hanif caught the figure of Aqila staring at him intensely.
Swallow salivation. Guilt is etched in Akhtar's heart. Actually he did not want to be an intermediary between them . But Aqila was still attached to her. The purpose of stopping here is just to say hello not invite problems.
"I-I can't Aqila.." she replied with a slight choking.
"hissh...can't how???" aqila replied with annoyance
"Ha-Hanif has already picked you up.You should go with him"
Staring fixed hanif as if to signal ,
"what is hanif????.." asked Aqila
Hanif who had been submissive, began to dare to lift his face even though with a heavy heart .
" yes, it's okay" Hanif replied
After obtaining permission from the hanif , Aqila quickly climbed onto Akhtar's motorbike.
"walk!!!" invite Aqila with a pat on Akhtar's back
Rebels shocked, "Hanif.we first yes" pinta Akhtar carefully.
"i.iya.." reply hanif by force.
Hanif's thoughts were on Aqila.
" Aqilaa.jagaa!" yelled Hanif at those who had already drifted away
Sighs, "patient hanif.this is your test" he thought inwardly.
***
The clock rotates according to time. Until the apple bell rang loudly just as Hanif entered the gate.
Park the bike carefully and then run small with her pack book and belong to aqila in large numbers.
BRUUUUKKKU...
Hanif who was in a hurry with time, accidentally bumped into the person behind him.
"Astagfirullah. sorry.sorry..I was not intentionally..I did not see you.sorry yes" said Hanif carefully.
He could not look at the person he hit. Hanif was only busy compiling a number of package books scattered on the cement-coated soil.
Soon the person he hit down helped Hanif compile the scattered book.
Hanif's eyes were shocked when he saw the hand that helped him was a woman. Hands with pure white skin are coated with black knitted hanshok hiding the aura. A long veil dangled down and a black cloth covered half of her face.
Hanif's heart was buzzing rapidly. I don't know what this sign is, but it feels like that person is no stranger to him.
