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The Right Reason

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Time continues to chase, like a wave in the ocean that wants to get to the edge immediately. However, time does not turn back like the waves that will return to the ocean. Time will continue to turn and leave anyone who does not want to continue to move forward with him.

A day two days, a week two weeks, until it was a month, Nuril calculated the time. And it sucks if time doesn't want to know that Nuril is really longing. Because in fact, the busyness of himself is also Salman A.Rnya, making them equally do not have time to just sit together, talk, discuss, or tell stories about their daily lives.

In the past, what kind of time Nuril never wanted to protest it. But this time, it's really annoying like this. True, not as much as Nuril did not meet with Salman A.Rnya, but they were like two foreigners when meeting in Polda or in the Mosque near the Nuril Complex lived.

It would be easier for Nuril, if there was no discussion of the heart before. This, is very disturbing in Nuril's heart. A greedy heart, wanting to sit together. Not just chatting through the green application. It's also not a phone call, because it's just a chat. Missing it turns out to be far more annoying, than love alone.

Like tonight, Nuril just kept rolling on her bed. Occasionally his hand rubbed a flat object that was not far from the reach of his hand."It's usually online." Nuril snorted in annoyance and quickly pursed her lips.

For an hour Nuril waited for Salman A.Rnya to be in the network, and it seems that it will be in vain. Because until the night is getting late, Salman A.Rnya is still a herd without news.

"Yes, I want Mas Sal. Tomorrow replace me who's busy." Nuril then immediately grabbed the blanket, and the night of the week he hoped to be happy with making love with his mattress and pillow.

Between half pause and tight, Nuril's phone roared roaring and without seeing him Nuril immediately picked it up. However, he was immediately stunned as the quiet voice of someone who had been waiting for him was in the telephone channel. And, with a stuttering voice Nurilpun immediately replied while directly sitting down.

"Wa'alaikumussalam.." The oddity was softly heard by Nuril, as Nuril spoke.

"Have you slept..?" Question from sebrang.

"Almost."

"Sorry, disturb. Then have a good rest." Nuril rolled her eyes beard. Sebal, not a bitch. In her heart Nuril wants her Salman A.R to seduce her.

"Hem." Nuril temple temple to cover up the vexation in her heart. "Nyadar no matter what, if you were waiting for it. First turn of the phone, it's duang. In woo why Bang." In Nuril's heart was noisy by himself. If only Ustadz Salman this time saw the adorable face of Nuril, surely his smile will widen.

"Nuril's Ipda.?" Ustadz Salman said again, shortly after getting no answer from Nuril other than "Hemmm" earlier.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Yes for what..?" This time, Ustadz Salman's voice teased Nuril.

"For anything."

"Including for Ashtaaqu ilayki." Nuril's round eyes immediately widened and disappeared his drowsiness. And strangely the two of them, if it is true to meet only one another and bow, but when it is in the network either what kind of demon has possessed the two.

It would be abnormal, if Nuril didn't follow the flow. And with a shy smile, Nurilpun finally voiced out. "What does that mean."

"That's which one..?"

"The Korean just now." Answer Nuril.

"Emmm, I forgot. Please repeat." The sound of rickety Ustadz Salman said.

"Wong sampean said, I told you to repeat. This isn't Mas Salman's Math Exam, either, so there's no Remidi." Out of the character of Nuril's carousel, until Nuril subconsciously called Ustadz Salmannya with Mas appendage.

"Can't be Math. If Mathematics is still rational Deck Nuril. And the answer to Mathematics can't be like Bahasa Indonesia." Nuril exhaled violently. This time Nuril correctly miscalculated. And did not expect it turned out that Ustadz Salmannya who seemed silent can talk a lot like today. But, honestly in Nuril's heart liked it.

"Alright Mr. Lecturer. Before this you can move to History Lesson, or another lesson." Cetus Nuril's. "What does Astaaqu ilayk**a**" Nuril relented.

"I am too." Ustadz Salman replied quickly.

"Ehh,." Nuril said in shock. "Not so that means." This time it was no longer the ruckus that Nuril had heard, but rather the crisp laughter of Ustadz Salman.

"Sampean says, I miss you, don't answer me either."

"Kok so me, who said it was until then..!" Pekik Nuril felt trapped, even more because of shame.

"What the hell is it. I wish it were that way too. Ahh, that means it's just my feeling." The voice of Ustadz Salman changed. And of course it's a temple, so that Nuril increasingly misbehaved.

"Sampean kok be Usil gini anyway."

"Usil how the hell."

"Just Nil, like a Sarungan Temple." Nuril immediately closed her mouth as soon as the sacred name came out of her lips. If Nuril feels detached by that name, then another felt by Ustadz Salman. There was something burning Ustadz Salman's chest, when Nuril mentioned a nickname that seemed very familiar to Nuril.

Jealousy, that's the proper name for the feeling that suddenly burns the chest. And it turns out that Ustadz Salman is also not immune to that jealousy, although for some very significant reason there is none. Yes, no matter what love has just grown it is like a new Hafidzul Qur'an khatam.

Because to get love is easy, the difficult thing is to take care of that love to increase. Like a Hafidzul Qur'an. Memorizing the Qur'an is easy, the difficult thing is to keep the memorization itself. What else is still new khatam, clearly must be more diligent again for Muroja'ah. Do not ask until when it is finished, which will certainly never be completed as long as there is life in the body.

That's love too. As long as there is still love in the heart, there will always be jealousy in the side.

"Dhem." Ustadz Salman cleared his throat slowly, to clear his throat that suddenly felt dry. Or actually it was to neutralize his feelings in his chest.

Nuril misbehaved himself, and the sacred name has taken away his happy pounding. "So Ustadz Salman, it looks like it's already night." Nuril said crisp to break the atmosphere that felt stiff.

"Is there any time tomorrow.?"

"Tomorrow I am free though. There's a task in the unit..?" This time, Ustadz Salman's voice was heard.

Nuril smiled in a knot, as she twisted the top of the pillow that was inside her lap. "It's not in the union, it's just that tomorrow me and some special team will escort Bu Ari and his children."

"Is it out of town.?"

"No, just around Surabaya."

"All right, then." Ustadz Salman said the conditions would be disappointed, but Nuril could not do anything. Besides just being able to regret the words he said before Ustadz Salman called. Consequentially related to an apparatus like Nuril, yes like this, there is no holiday at will even though it is a red date. Because in the work system in the Nuril department, work is always shared in the shif shif. This time Nuril got a shif ration in the weekend.

"My next week Insya'Alloh free." Nuril quickly answered. Not knowing next week will get a holiday or not, at least if Ustadz Salman asks her for a date, Nuril can exchange shif with his friend.

Deep sighs in Ustadz Salman's hela. "Next week, my schedule is home. And at that moment, I also want to convey about sampean to my parents. What does sampean mind.?"

Nuril's chest hit his drum quickly. Which woman does not want to be loved for a good reason, especially in a better direction. However, Nuril could not answer the question, because his heart was too full of flowers that were blooming.

"What does sampean object..?" Ustadz Salman. Stupid Nuril, because his head continues to nod without his lips to speak. "It doesn't look like you're ready for that yet."

"No, it's not like that. I haven't talked to my parents about sampean.?" either.?" This time Nuril kept biting her lower lip to neutralize her guggub feeling.

"I understand, as I said before, I'll wait."

"But Ustadz Salman." Nuril paused his words, and inexplicably Nuril was compelled to ask this to his Salman Uatadz. "May I ask sampean..?"

"Please."

Nuril sighed deeply, trying to gather all her courage, as well as simultaneously preparing her heart for the possible answers she received. "I've heard about the chanceean from Iptu Jonathan, that he's engaged. Is that true.?" Escape also ahirnya the word from the lips of Nuril.

Silent, both Nuril and Ustadz Salman were silent until the sound of the clock ticking on the walls of Nuril's room was like the sound of a second bomb that would be ready to erupt.

"The wrong and very brave thing I did in my life, was to love sampean." Slowly, but quite clearly heard in Nuril's ears, even the word until it penetrated Nuril's heart, and the typewriter deep down there worked hard to write a confession from someone who had actually dared to take a stand for Nuril.

"I'll convince my parents of that. Fiancee, I'm not engaged yet, only my parents are planning to match me." Ustadz Salman. Matchmaking, hearing that word Nuril so remembered also about himself and Mas Ainya. However, to talk about it, Ustadz Salman was heard calling.

For some time Ustadz Salman was talking to someone, while Nuril only continued to listen to the polite speech of Ustadz Salman who uses the language Kromo Inggel Javanese (fine Javanese). That makes the stock of Nuril's admiration increasing. Such language used to be very often Nuril heard in use by Gus or Ningnya first in Pesantren.

"Nuril's Ipda, Nuril's Ipda."

"Ehh, yes." Nuril replied stammered, because his heart was listening, Ustadz Salman said, until Nuril was not aware that Ustadz Salman had called him again and again.

"I'm sorry, I have to finish first. There's something I have to do. Good night, good rest."

"Switch nopo nopo, Tadz. Sampean is also quick to rest, do not stay up. The invitation won't arrive if the sampena keeps staying up every night."

"Invitation, what invitation..?"

"Invitation present in my dream. Assalamu'alaikum's chat.." Nuril turned off his phone quickly, without waiting for an answer from his Ustadz Salman.

Nuril smiled with satisfaction as she placed her phone on her chest. While his hand continues to hold his cheek that feels constantly heating up when every speech Ustadz Salmannya back ringing in his mind.

"The wrong and very brave thing I did in my life, was to love sampean." Ahh, the word is very clear that this sense is fought for by him. And this time Nuril really had a reason to reject Mas Ainya, if his parents re-emphasized the matter of his marriage to Mas Ainya.

Perhaps Nuril had reason to refuse his match with Mas Anya. But Nuril never thought that his parents also had the right to reject his Salman Ustadz as well.

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