Not Planned Love (R3)

.2-Meet for the First Time

📚.2-Meet for the First Time

تَعَلَّمُوْاوَعَلِّمُوْاوَتَوَاضَعُوْالِمُعَلِّمِيْكُمْ وَلَيَلَوْا لِمُعَلِّمِيْكُمْ ( رَواهُالطَّبْرَانِيْ)

"Study all of you, and teach all of you, and respect your teachers, and be kind to those who teach you." (SR Tabrani)

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The day still looks dark with a moon decoration that looks fully circular. The moonlight even makes this dawn look very bright like never before.

A pair of fathers and sons were seen just walking out of the mosque area in their residential complex. The father was seen chatting small while occasionally chiming in the questions of his two children. The youngest, who had just come out of the mosque, was seen responding to every advice his father gave him.

"So how many months is bang?" Ask the firstborn.

The handsome young man in a white shop with a subordinate sarong motive turned his head.

"About six or seven months yeah." The answer.

The middle-aged Van'ar-man nodded with a small smile.

"Do you need help?"

Arsyad shook his head loudly, knowing the purpose and purpose of his father's question.

"God, you are capable and can do it yourself."

Van'ar seemed satisfied with the answer of his eldest son. It is true that if you reap the seeds, you will also enjoy the results. Proof of the patience and discipline he has applied so far, in fact able to make his children grow like religious Muslims.

Van'ar and his wife certainly educated his daughter's son according to the teachings and recommendations they learned from the way the apostle had raised his daughter's son. As parents, they want the best for their children. They want later, the children can be useful individuals for many people and countries. Be devoted to both parents, without having to fear they misstep.

From a small age, they were brought closer to Islam. Equipped with knowledge and faith that is fostered early on, so that later they become people who are righteous and righteous.

"Dad wish you all the best for your brother." Do'a Van'ar's.

"Thank you Dad."

"Aren't you loved by do'a yah?" The youngest-Arion protest.

"What do you want to be?" Ask the father while gently rubbing the youngest's head that is blocked by the black peci.

"Ri fighter pilot yeah." Said the youngest.

"If you defend your country from the land, you will defend your country from the sky." The impression is steady which of course makes the heart of the father touched.

Tuk

Van'ar flicked his fingers in front of the youngest's forehead.

"Aww, it hurts yeah." Ringis the son.

"Bismillah, may the blessing and the pleasure of God always accompany the Ario of his Father." Van'ar said with a smile towards the youngest.

"Amiyi." The hungry is enthusiastic.

Then the three men of different ages again walked out of the mosque area. Occasionally there was a crisp laugh among the three who were still chatting along the way home. Van'ar was very familiar with his daughter's son. Although in fact he is still often out of town because of duty. Even when Aurra the youngest wife was pregnant, Van'ar had to work full four months assigned to this outer border.

But he can still be grateful, because until now he is still given the opportunity to be in the middle of his small family.

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A sunny morning on the weekend like this, enjoy the morning walk while surrounding the new complex park. Weekend which is rarely felt calmly by Arsyad, is now used well by the handsome young man when his free time is there.

"Where are you going?" Ask the curious sister.

Arsyad turned his head for a moment, looking at his busy twin with a glass jar filled by the butterfly. Many people must think that Arra-sister twins are childish at his age who want to step on the number nineteen years. But, who would have thought if the beautiful winged animal-loving girl was more mature than she looked.

Due to disapproval by his father. Be Arra often rejects offers from anywhere if it is about Muslim fashion endors and their set. Whereas if the onty who offers cooperation, the father legowo legowo only. After all, usually shooting or fhotoshot is done often done Radityan dimansion. It can be said if Arra is a young hijabers whose name is quite up and coming despite still sitting on the bench of SMA.

"You'll go around for a minute." Java handsome man who is sitting in the dark blue sport motorbike.

"Same Boss Blue?"

Arsyad smiled faintly as he turned on his motor engine. "Yes." Yeah."

Arra looks at the brother does not like. Every time Arsyad street using his favorite motorbike, he must be banned from joining. He said he was afraid of falling, if Arra came along. Though in fact, Arsyad only wants to maintain the sanctity of the passenger seat of his motorbike which has never been boarded by anyone.

"Go ahead." Pamitnya while pushing the bike pride.

"Hm"

At moderate speed, Arsyad rode an iron horse that was randomly named the blue boss. Like the father who used to also have a favorite motorbike from his own efforts. Arsyad is the same, the difference is that this motorbike is purchased from savings generated thanks to the built-in money it gets every time it wins when following 02SN or 0SN.

The handsome young man in a plain white shirt occasionally honks his motor horn, while passing by his neighbor. His thin smile also sometimes expands, when he sees children around the housing complex waving to him.

Until he was on the road, the road was far from the residential complex area. It does not feel right, he has so far walked the road using his favorite iron horse.

Arriving at the right road was also a red light, making him stop his vehicle like other vehicles. Shortly afterwards, a group of sports-clad seniors were seen crossing the street on a regular basis. But that's not what attracted her attention. A girl wearing a plain white dress on her knees seemed to run between them.

Making the only object above the zebra cross track that certainly makes many people stunned. Only, next they had to see five tall-looking men in full formal suits chasing after him. Like an impromptu action film redesigned in front of the eyes. All netra was fixed on the beautiful girl who looked like a royal princess who was running from the pursuit of her guards.

Teeen

Arsyad staggered, the traffic lights had changed color. The vehicle behind him had also sounded the horn to warn him.

"There's just one." In other words, while turning the engine back on.

Splitting the streets are quite lengthened weekend this. There are only a few motorists or cars. The most dominating ones are probably bicycle and pedestrian users.

Returning to turn the vehicle towards the housing complex, Arsyad arrived made to brake immediately the motor. A girl almost got hit by her favorite motorcycle.

"Astagfirullah, you-" He said, as the owner raised his face that had been blocked by his hair.

"Sorry" His little great-grandson looked at Arsyad fixedly.

The clear hazelnut bead, looks shady and drowns at the same time. Arsyad just forgot his emotions that just almost exploded.

"Young lady!" Shouted someone who instantly made Arsyad's consciousness return.

"I'm sorry" he said again as he passed back.

From the same direction, the five tall men chased him back. Chasing after the white-pressed girl has beautiful eyes as clear as the ocean. Chasing the girl they called 'young lady'.

"Any?" Confused Ashad while turning the motor back on.

For Arsyad, the meeting is quite cliche twice there is no meaning in it. The clear-eyed girl was just a stranger she met on the street. Strangers who would have thought would be united with him through the complicated story of the thread of fate of the almighty. Maybe now he's a stranger who doesn't mean anything in his catalog of life. But who knows, because only God knows the way of every creature.

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Sukabumi Sept 19, 2020