Pledge of Love for a Life of Heaven

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The sand of time goes by so fast. Without feeling it, the years have changed. However, I was still drowning in grief. Sickness and mental pain make me more frail. Until one day, my mother cried because she saw me helpless. To put water in my mouth, I couldn't let alone food. Mom panicked, then she contacted Asti who was at work.

Thank God, after graduating from school ... Asti got an offer to work in a company engaged in invitation printing. The company where Asti works, established a cooperation relationship with Goresan Jingga. Orange Scratches is also a company engaged in printing.

"Asti, piye iki mbakyumu? The body is very weak," said the mother accompanied by tears that have not subsided.

"Calm mom! Asti's gonna be taking Anin's mom to PKU." Asti tried to calm mother even though she herself looked very anxious.

Sorry ... only that word is spoken in the heart when the lips can not speak.

Asti ordered a rickshaw to take me to the hospital. Not for half an hour, we arrived at PKU Hospital. Asti immediately took me to the ER.

A beautiful doctor wrapped in a headscarf began to examine my body. A smile rose on his lips when he learned of my illness.

"What's my brother sick, Doc?" the question that was said was accompanied by anxiety.

"Sick manah." The beautiful doctor named Anisa answered Asti's question while joking.

As if understanding what was now hurting me, Doctor Anisa gave a warning. "Don't be too stressed, Ma'am! So that the stomach acid does not rise again. Lean on Allah. Because, Ms. Anin herself can treat this disease."

I could only reply to Doctor Anisa's words with a nod of the head accompanied by a smile.

Doctor Anisa gave me an injection and prescribed a medication.

When I got home from the hospital, I felt better. I don't know what medicine was prescribed by Doctor Anisa, so my lips can speak again and my stomach feels more comfortable.

Not just once or twice, I got into the ER because of the same illness.

"Nin, leave everything to God! Be assured that God has prepared the best soul mate for you. God knows the best scenario for His servants. You may not like something when it is very good for you, and you may (also) like something when it is very bad for you, God knows you do not know," ustadz Ilham said while advising me.

"Nin, your fight is still long. Your work in this world is not finished. Don't give up because of the test that continues to whack. Continue your life armed with faith and devotion. Strive to strengthen yourself to welcome the person who will be your soul mate."

The words spoken from the lips of Ustadz Ilham are like a soothing dew. I began to awaken from the caliphate and sin.

....

Since my meeting with ustadz Ilham, I have returned to being a strong and strong Anin. Who are sure of God's love.

"Sir, can I borrow his fb?" asti asked as we sat back and watched Drakor.

"For what, As?"

"To add someone, Ma'am. He was one of the employees who worked in Goresan Jingga. They are friendly and don't talk much. Face. Similar oppa Korea." Asti answered my question with a big smile.

"You have a crush on him, As?" I asked without turning away from the television.

"No. Only Hanan is Asti in love and there will be nothing else" Asti said.

"Keep, why add another guy?"

"Yes, who knows .. he's Anin's mate."

"Wessss, don't start again As!" I clenched Asti's nose with anxiety.

"Salah himself has not moved on from Surya mas. There were some men Anin refused. Asti believes, mbak Anin rejected them not without reason."

I exhaled a rough breath before replying to Asti. "You were right As. Anin refused them not without reason. Honestly, Anin doesn't like their personality and appearance."

"Asti understand the character of the man Mbak Anin likes. God willing after meeting Asti's friend named mas Rey, mbak Anin will immediately open his heart," said Asti accompanied by a smile that implies meaning.

"Clear, Us. I want boboks." I moved from my sitting position and walked to my room. Leaving the faithful Asti with an arch on her lips.

....

After we made friends through fb, Reyhan often left a trail of likes and comments on my status. He also always read the book I wrote on fb.

Rey and I exchanged phone numbers. Our conversation increased by sending each other messages via sms.

Nin, can I stop by your house? (Message sent by Reyhan)

Can, Rey.

Alhamdulillahot. I have arrived at the mosque. Which side of your house?

What mosque, Rey?

Fathul Jihad Mosque.

A little north, Rey.

Ok, ready.

I don't know why, my heart was pounding after reading Reyhan's message. There's something that just slipped in the flavor niche. But just seeing his face has never been. Miraculous bin funny, right? 😊

"Assalamu'alaikum ...."

"Council ...." I returned the greeting spoken from the lips of the man who was now standing in front of the house. His face was as described by Asti. Similar oppa Korea.

"Anin, huh?" the tananya accompanied the arch of the lips.

"Yeah. Reyhan is?" many doubt.

"Yes, I'm Reyhan. Reyhan Handyka Kurniawan." Reyhan extended his hand.

"Aninda Sukma," I said, replying to her hand.

Apparently, Reyhan didn't come alone. He was accompanied by his friend of five.

I let them into my very simple house.

"Please sit! I'm sorry, but I just like this" I said, inviting Reyhan and his friends to sit down.

"Akh, just like gubugku Nin," Reyhan said as he landed his body on the mat, followed by his five friends.

"Where's Asti?"

"Asti's out, Rey. You looking?"

"No, Nin. What I'm looking for, Asti's mom."

DEG DEG DEG

O God, hold my heart ....

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