Sakinah to Jannah (New Version)

Glare, and the Past Greetings

Hasn't everything been outlined? Therefore I believe that this is not a coincidence. ~ Syfa

The flashback

"You scared?" ask a 7-year-old boy, to a girl who is also his age. The girl was standing and pondering in front of the school gate, while occasionally dipping into the street, waiting for an invitation from her parents. The school already seemed deserted, and he was only alone with the boy.

The girl pouted, as the boy, played his braided hair. "Don't bother me! Go there!" he snapped, making the boy laugh, "If I go, you cry." teased the boy, as he continued to play his haircut.

A car stopped across the street, then a middle-aged man in a black suit typical of an office worker got out of the car, and waved at the boy. "I've been picked up, you want to be with me?" bargain, the girl hesitated, he was confused, how if they turned out to be bad people, his papa always advised not to easily believe with people he just knew. "Where?" the boy offered back.

The middle-aged man crossed the street and approached them, "You're Syfa right? sir Cipto's son?" the man asked, the girl named Syfa looked at him doubtfully, "I...iya, Om, em, Om know papa?" he asked plainly, "Papa you menemen one office Om, papa you drop pesen, if you have to go home with Om," replied the gentle man, making Syfa even more confused. "Follow, I'm not a bad person either." replied the boy, as if he could read what Syfa was thinking. Syfa nodded, finally they walked in the car.

"Your name is Ifa?" the boy asked, holding out his hand, as they were already on their way, He sat in the middle seat with Syfa. Syfa, who initially saw the road from the window of the car, turned, "Not Ifa, my name is Syfa," he replied, confirming, replying to the boy's hand, "I..fa," he repeated, "Syfa!" asserted Syfa, "I.fa.." the boy, repeating his words, but he tried to hold back his laughter so as not to explode. Really, he was so happy to tease the little girl. Syfa snorted dejectedly, "As far as you go" he said resignedly as he looked back at the street from the car window, the boy chuckled softly at successfully teasing the girl.

"Oh yes, I'm Gilang," he said, He still did not give up on chatting with Syfa. Syfa seemed to think, then turned to look at Gilang, "I..lang?" the reply did not want to lose, "Gi.lang.not Ilang," said Gilang confirmed the girl's speech. Syfa shook her head, "You call me Ifa, you be fair, I call you Ilang" he said innocently. He smiled, he lost.

"Hopefully we can be good friends" Gilang said at last.

Flashback off

Gilang smiled as he recalled his first debate with Ifa. He just threw himself in his bedroom bed, which was only illuminated by a sleeping lamp on the nightstand. Until now he still can not close his eyes, even though the clock has shown at 12 pm. His eyes stared at the ceiling. Ifa, his mind went back to the girl, How is the girl? The innocent little girl he met in front of the school gate when he was still a long time ago, the sweet girl he was disturbing at that time, the first girl who asked him to argue for the first time when they were just getting acquainted. My God, where's Ifa now? How's things? those questions kept spinning in Gilang's mind.

"But is that really an Ifa?" muttered Gilang, remembering the photo in Lisa's friend's wallet last afternoon. "Am I calling Lisa? who knows I got the infonya malem this," he muttered to himself, grabbing hp on the nightstand next to his bed, then tried to contact his cousin.

"Hello....Assalamualaikum.." said Lisa across the phone, her voice sounded hoarse, typical of waking people. "Waalaikumsalam, deck, this is a big brother," said Gilang, making Lisa grunt annoyed on the other side, "Son't you already like a lottery fraudster know not really sis? nelfon malem2!" lisa said annoyed, making Gilang chuckle, "Dek, Em.." suddenly Gilang hesitated, is this the right time? asking Ifa directly to Lisa, let alone this late at night. "Hello? Brother, Ih...kok diem anyway! ah, I'm going to sleep!" lisa's grumpy, "Eh, uh, just a moment, Em...So that brother hasn't finished it with you, whose name is your friend? that's you know, whose wallet is left in your house." explained Gilang, in his heart He prayed, may Lisa not suspect.

Lisa sighed for a moment, "So want that?" lisa asked, "Syfa's name is Sis, I call her Ukhti Syfa. He's done one of my studies."

The deg!

The syfa? yes, the wallet belongs to Ifa, the little girl. Good Lord! "Why?" silang said quietly without realizing it, but it could be heard by Lisa across there, "Name Syfa, sister Gilang, not Ifa, "lisa's murmur was upset across there, "Eh, yes I mean brother, I mean, Syfa, hehehe." Gilang cursed his mouth which unconsciously mentioned his nickname to Syfa as a child. "Em..yeah, you rest huh? thanks for the deck? malem.." said Gilang later, and immediately ended the phone, then put the phone back on the nightstand.

He smiled again, may fate bring him to meet the girl.

May I see you again Ifa, he murmured inwardly.

"How about fa?" madam Mala said, Syfa nodded, then Madam Mala got out of the Syfa car and entered the Serena Cake's cake shop. When just returning from the cafe with Mbak Mala, Mother Mbak Mala called to buy milk pie in Serena Cake's. Finally Syfa intends to take Mbak Mala to buy the cake, before taking her home.

Syfa waits in the car, his eyes down the road that's out there. Suddenly his phone rang, He reached into the phone that was in his bag, then saw the display, and,

"Mama?" he muttered, He immediately picked up the phone from his mother.

"Yes ma?"

"....."

"Syfa di Serena cake's, wait for Madam Ma'am to buy a cake,"

"...."

"Oh that, yes, ntar Sy.." his words stopped, because suddenly his eyes caught a man was chatting with Madam Mala who had just come out of the cake shop, It was like....The cross?

Gilang seemed to chat with Mbak Mala, while occasionally smiling and nodding silently, as well as Madam Mala who occasionally responded, with a faint smile,

Mala knows Gilang?

"I.iya, Yes ma. Ma, ntar Syfa hailin huh? Assalamualaikum?" Syfa closed her phone unilaterally before Mama answered her greeting. His eyes were still focused on the two.

Mbak Mala ended his conversation with Gilang and walked over to the Syfa car, Syfa sighed for a moment, He wanted to ask that to Mbak Mala. Madam Mala got into Syfa's car, and sat down next to the wheel, next to Syfa. "Yuk fa," said Madam Mala, while installing a seat belt, "Em...Ma'am, Syfa can it be?" ask carefully. He doubts, lest Madam Mala know Gilang. Mala turned her head, "Since when did Ana ban her anti nanya?" Mbak Mala asked back with a smile, Syfa sighed with relief, "Mbak Mala.em...Gi...that person?" asked Syfa nervously, He has not dared to mention the name Gilang, He is afraid the prejudice is wrong. "Oh, the Brotherhood?" Syfa nodded slowly, her face still nervous. "Ikhwan was, almost hit by ana, when ana just came out of the store. Not bad yet either. But he apologizes first with ana," explained Mala later.

Nah, right?

Syfa seemed to think, the duo turned out to be wrong. "Why fa?" mrs Mala asked, Syfa is still unmoved. "Astagfirullah, Syfa!" call Mbak Mala while patting her shoulder slowly, making Syfa jerked and aware of her daydream, "Eh, yes mbak?" he said in shock, "Why daydream? amazed by that brother?" ma'am Mala asked, half teasing him. Syfa shook his head quickly, "Honest, look at it from afar, not seem to be the first time. Lagian Syfa also did not know what he was cool," he answered a lie, but so many questions about Gilang in his mind. "Smake or not, if the soul mate, just know the taste!" cibir Mbak Mala relax,

The deg!

Syfa was silent, her eyes looking straight ahead. A soul mate? Syfa hasn't even thought about it yet. "Eh, even dumbass again, let's go, will it be dawn here?" Mala patted Syfa on the shoulder slowly, making Syfa turn, "Eh, yes, afwan mbak, hehehe," she replied grinning, then turned on her car engine, and left the shop's courtyard.

Gilang, do you remember me? shafa murmured in the heart.