Rinai Longs from the Sky
Meaning Loving
The man he wished to become a priest had already pledged himself to become the priest of others. So, let him learn to start a new one now.
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Bian: Is it home?
Shutter: Already, Sir. Alhamdulillahot.
Bian: How are you and your sisters?
Rana: Alhamdulillah healthy.
Bian: Thank goodness. God willing, we leave tomorrow morning.
Bian's smile has been unrelenting all day. Ah, no, even from days before. The day he was waiting for finally arrived. Tomorrow he and his parents will propose to Rana officially, determine the date of the wedding that hopefully be hastened.
If you don't remember your age, you want Bian to jump around expressing happiness. What became a prayer in his long prostration finally came true. Although there was still one thing that stuck in her heart, Rana called for her. He felt like a father who would marry a child. Their age difference is not ten years. But he can think about it later.
The most important thing for Bian now was Rana's acceptance. She was so grateful that the girl finally accepted. About love he will try to present it slowly. Along with their togetherness, Bian believes it will not be difficult to make Rana fall in love. After all Rana who accepts Bian as a potential husband can also be called an effort to love Bian, right?
Bian again struggling with the equipment to be brought. He made sure once again the shirt that will be worn tomorrow is not tangled, it has also been fragrant. Last afternoon he had even been to a barber shop subscription, asking for his hair tidied up. He is also grateful to have found a replacement for Helen, and added another employee. Bian needs more manpower now.
"Who wants a proposal, keep smiling until you don't hear Mama knock on the door from earlier."
Bian looked back, his mother leaning on the door frame of the room. "Mama? When did you knock on the door?"
The woman clucked. "Well, right, you don't even know. What daydream, anyway?" He approached, patting the shoulder of the child who was already much taller than him.
Bian chuckled in shame. "Oh yeah, Mama, aren't you asleep? Tomorrow we leave in the morning."
"Yes, yeah, Mama knows, really. It also wants to sleep, but the bride herself is still literate at this hour," he said.
Again, Bian laughed. He hugged the body of the woman he loved the most tightly. Once again say thank you and ask for prayers for his show tomorrow.
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Bian: Thank goodness. God willing, we leave tomorrow morning.
Rana looks at the device that displays her chat page with Bian. The sentence sent by the man seemed to awaken Rana that only a matter of hours his fate would be determined. After tomorrow there might be no more chance for him to escape or simply cancel their wedding.
Rana took a long breath. He walked over to the window, flipping the green curtain of moss. Darkness caught by the retina. Light from the corner of the house does not illuminate the side of the simple building. He looked up, looking at the sky decorated with small twinkles.
Mom and her sisters responded moments ago when she set foot in the house tickling her ears.
"Alhamdulillah. I thought you wouldn't accept Bian's proposal, Rana," Sakka said with her eyes adorned with a clear membrane.
"Horay! Brother wants to marry a rich man," shouted his two younger brothers who are still in elementary school.
Rana smiled considering the excitement of her two younger siblings. For them maybe marrying someone is fun, as if whatever their wishes will be fulfilled. If it were that simple, Rana would say yes the day Bian expressed his feelings.
If his marriage to Bian could make the family happy, then he would. After all, the love that he should have fought for had run aground. The man he wished to become a priest had already pledged himself to become the priest of others. So, let him learn to start a new one now.
***
The long fingers were agilely dancing on top of the keyboard, visualizing the author's idea into the word page. It has been about 1500 words that Bara wrote for an hour.
The man stretched his muscles when chapter 28 was just finished. The latest part in his story with Luna. He smiled as hard as he could. Writing always has a positive impact on the mind and heart. His longing for Luna seemed to be treated. He felt like he was interacting with the little girl for real. Especially in the story he wrote, he had found the girl. The little girl he's been looking for most of his life. Childhood love that continues to grow as the body also matures. Perhaps the story he wrote could be called true love. A love that never dies even though distance stretches and time changes everything. A love that believes that what it is waiting for is finally coming. The miracle of love is always there.
Smiling is wide. Can't wait to finish the work and send to the organizer of the prestigious event. If he succeeds in winning it, Bara will dedicate it to Luna.
Speaking of Luna, automatically bring one name that some days quite often contact him via mobile phone, Dira. The girl routinely asked about her relationship with the gas match. Sounds insignificant to some people maybe, but to Bara it's special. Dira helps her overcome fear and trauma. Although until this moment Bara has not been able to turn on the object. Bara is sure, as time goes by he will be able to. What else with the help of Dira, the conqueror of fire.
The scenario of God is unique. Bara which incidentally can not interact with fire is actually met with people who are friendly with the hot substance. Perhaps God wants it healed through Dira.
Bara picked up a match lying next to the laptop. Losing as usual. "For you I will keep trying."
***
"Darkness is not always scary, sometimes in the dark it is stored a miracle. Like the miracle of the last third of the night, where prayer is like an arrow on target."
Dira smiled reading the status quote from @maliq_'s Instagram account. Everything that adorns his time line contains goodness. Sentences that do not patronize, but successfully influence the subconscious of the reader to behave better.
Not infrequently his status updates are filled with comments of girls who blatantly adore. Like some of the comments that Dira had read tonight.
@akhwat.bercadar: God willing, thank you for being reminded.
@girl_shy: Thank you aki. Insha Allah learn istiqomah for night prayers.
@desi.bukan.ratnasari: Which is like gini nih, suitable to be a candidate for priest.
And a series of other sentences that Dira did not have time to read.
The thing that makes Dira more amazed by the man he knew many years ago, Malik did not comment at all. As Dira knows, Malik will still be Malik, a religious youth who may number world affairs, what else is only a matter of love.
However, that fact does not necessarily make Dira broken charcoal. His admiration for the young man was still as big as before, even more so. Dira's desire to be able to be with Malik will remain an eternal ideal until the young man has anchored his heart to another girl.
Dira believes there will always be a path to happiness. Like the disaster that befell his family. At first, Dira thought her life would not be as meaningful as it used to be. It will not be complete. But, that was precisely the turning point. It is now a source of happiness for other families. Those who succeeded Dira and the team saved from the fire.
Netra Dira widens when the Instagram account he is satroni shows a new story. His heart was suddenly too fast, coupled with a strange taste that reached the chest. The photo of the mosque could not be mistaken Dira recognized. He remembered very well, the mosque with a golden dome and green pillars was in their city first. The mosque is often Malik sambangi to call people to prayer.
The more thrilling thing was the sentence below the photo. "Mrs adzan there."
Does that mean Malik will return to Indonesia?
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