PREMARITAL

Happy Birthday Sakha

**As if something is cracked, but not glass.

Like something broke, but not a twig.

Like something's missing, but not life**.

🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁

Have you ever felt, where the universe seemed to be ravaging your life?

Someone you love, just leave you. When you begin to believe that he is the one God sent you. Instantly your heart is broken.

At first you always say that you do not want to fall too deep before halal, and that doubt is not denied. But as time goes on, you become more and more confident in that person, even your race begins to grow.

Some women do not believe in first, second, or third views. But when a woman starts to open her heart, that second she is ready to fall in love.

The fool of a woman who begins to believe her decision to open her heart is when the doubt arises from a man who even promises to justify it. Not a few are also eventually canceled to step into the marriage contract process.

About like that when you want to pick up the name of a mate. There will be many twists that require full patience.

Strong faith we must prepare, otherwise it will easily make us feel hopeless, even worse it will cause a deep sense of trauma.

Everything that according to our version is a bad thing, certainly must have wisdom behind it all. Never ask, why does God give us such a test? But, do you think what plan has God prepared for us?

Believe me, God is good. HE distances us from someone, because HE is so dear to His servant. Perhaps God keeps us away from that man, because HE knows that man is not good, or perhaps God has prepared another man more worthy to be your priest than he who has finally chosen to leave you.

Life is about leaving and being left behind.

Hesnudzon come to Allah, believing that all will be well.

"Be ye like a flower that gives fragrance, even to the hand that has corrupted it"

(Ali bin Abi Talib)

***

Today Shara is getting ready to go to the train station, the return schedule is nine in the morning. He hurried to leave the hotel where he was staying, for a moment he stared at the door of the room Sakha had occupied.

Shara recalled the childish behavior Sakha always showed, intentionally or without the man noticing.

"Forget it!" shara shakes her head.

Shara continued her steps, leaving all the sweetly engraved memories in this Flower city.

His steps stopped right in front of the hotel building, for a moment he looked at every corner of the building and its surroundings.

"Thank you for every short conversation."

Shara turned her body, walking surely towards the station without looking back.

In the passenger seat, Shara enjoys her ride home by reading a book. Sometimes he also stared out the window, watching every object that shot swept across the path of the train.

***

Sakha woke up, after the dawn prayer she fell back asleep because she felt a little unwell. Slowly he blinked open his eyes, looking at the rest of his room. A different view is presented this time, a different place without an atmosphere that makes him feel comfortable immediately. Without Shara.

Sakha began to move from her bed, with gontay steps she walked towards the bathroom.

In the living room, a middle-aged woman was preparing breakfast. Some of the food had been served on the dining table, and it appeared that a man who had aged was reading the newspaper with a warm cup of tea.

"Mom, is Sakha awake?" ask Mr. Burhan, Sakha's father.

"No, Sir. I just want you to check now" replied the wife who was laying some dishes.

Salma's mother walks to her son's room, intending to wake Sakha up and take her to breakfast together.

"Akha, wake!" call Salma's mother.

There was no reason to make him take the initiative to go directly into his son's room, and the door just happened to be unlocked.

"Sakha," he called again as he spread his gaze.

His ears sharpened, hearing the gurgling of water coming from the bathroom.

"Sakha, are you inside?" shouted Salma's mother.

Sakha turns off the water faucet, when she hears her mother's voice.

"Yes, Mom. I'm still in the shower" he replied with a slight shout.

"Mom wait at the dinner table, we have breakfast!" exclaims Mother Salma.

"Yes, okay." Sakha replied, again water splashing.

Salma's mother then left her son's room, and again prepared some other necessities for breakfast.

Before long Sakha finished with her bath, she immediately put on the clothes and passed towards the dining table.

"Good morning, Mom, Dad." Sakha greeted her parents.

"Again" answered his father briefly.

"August, Son. Let's have breakfast first," take Salma's mother to her son and husband.

The father and son immediately complied, they were now gathered together at the dining table.

Sakha nodded, then she raised both her hands while praying.

“*Alloohumma barricade ranaa fiimaa razaqtanaa waqinaa ‘adzaa bannar”

“All praise be to Allah who has made this water (drink) fresh and energized by His mercy and has not made this water (drink) salty again bitter because of our sins*”.

"Aamiin's."

Now they began to enjoy the dishes in front.

Without a word, they ate the food quietly.

It didn't take long, the breakfast was over.

“*Alhamdu lillaahil ladzii ath’amanaa wa saqoonaa wa ja’aaa muslimiin”

“All praise be to Allah who has fed us and our drinks, and made us Muslims*”

Sakha was about to leave her place, but she abandoned her intentions when her father asked her to have a small talk.

Sakha and her father are now sitting in front of the house, in the soothing morning air.

"Kha, how's your vacation going?" ask Mr. Burhan.

"Alhamdulillah, lovely. Why did you ask that?" ask Sakha curiously.

"Good, why is the holiday sudden?" ask Mr. Burhan again.

"Emm, it's okay." Sakha replied in surprise, it is not usual for the father to ask such little things.

"When's the wedding?"

Sakha was shocked to hear his father's question, only this time he got the question from his father.

"Quickly, Dad. How is God," answered Sakha.

"There is an effort before the accident" said Mr. Burhan firmly.

"You are a man, look for a good woman of his religion. Don't mess around!" Imbuh Mr. Burhan.

Sakha was silent, she was thinking about what if her parents knew that the woman who became her boyfriend at this time did not close her aura. Yeah, three years dating Airin, Sakha's parents didn't know that.

Mr. Burhan left Sakha, he made room for his son to think more clearly.

Before long Sakha intends to go back inside the house, she is about to stand up and a voice of a woman calls out to her.

"Assalamallaikum" said the woman.

Sakha turned around, she was surprised to see the woman who came to her house.

"Airin, why are you here?" sakha asked as she approached Airin.

"Happy birthday, baby." Airin offered a cake that bore the name Sakha.

Yes, today is Sakha's birthday. Exactly thirty years of age, the rest of his life in the world was automatically reduced.

"May Allah bestow upon you all that HE bestows upon HIS righteous servants" said Airin.

Sakha smiled, "aamiin, thank you."

"Together, where are your parents?" Ask Airin.

"Emm, it's at home. Sit down, Rin." Sakha invites Airin to sit in the front seat of her house.

Airin nodded.

Sakha had not had time to call her parents, Mr. Burhan had approached them first.

"Who, Kha?" tanyakanya.

"Oh, this is Akha's friend" said Sakha.

Airin sharpened her eyes, she was a little annoyed that Sakha introduced her as a friend.

"Airin, um. Sakha's girlfriend," said Airin as she greeted Mr. Burhan.

Sakha gasps, why Airin blatantly introduces herself as a boyfriend to her father.

"Daughter? Since when are you guys dating?" Mr. Burhan's eyes were fixed on Sakha.

Sakha looked down, she felt ashamed for lying to her parents all this time.

"Three years, Dad." Sakha answered with guilt.

Mr. Burhan stared with an indescribable look, he felt disappointed because for three years his son had lied to both parents. He passed by leaving them without a word, making Sakha even more confused.

"Did your father not like me?" ask Airin.

Sakha did not answer, she was feeling really guilty to her parents.

Airin looked questioningly at Sakha, there was something she understood at the moment. His choice is now to remain silent, and to defend what he wants to keep.