Seikhlas Clouds Accompany Rain

three arrows

In a vast grassland, a hijab-wearing woman gazed in wonder at her present existence. Where'sisthis? Qonni flinched, looking around in astonishment.

A green field that stretched wide, even he himself was unable to see the end. Qonni is like being in a fantasy park. Filled with beautiful flowers. Makes him more amazed and amazed at the creation of God that he has never seen in his lifetime.

The white-browed woman who stretched out to the grass continued to step while stretching her hands down. The tip of his fingers swept slowly, the flower that looked fresh on his right and left sides. Colorful butterflies of the mulan roam above. Like dancing, welcoming him who had just arrived.

Qonni did not care where his steps would go, which was clearly his admiration for this beautiful place, making him no longer think of anything.

It was too far away that the foot was swinging, now he began to stop his steps when he saw something. Two men he knew were standing face to face. One of them, the man in the wedding dress Syar'i white color is very familiar to him.

He turned his head towards Qonni with a big smile with his narrowed eyes. Of course, the shady face of the man who often shackled in the longing room was no doubt made Qonni stunned.

"A'a–" he muttered as he covered his mouth with both hands. The beautiful net was immediately glazed, depicting a glimmer of longing that returned to the dust.

Unfortunately, he could not get close to these two people who were facing each other. His feet froze, unable to move forward or backward.

In the woman's view, Aaron's figure was just silent while spreading a very beautiful smile. Slowly he began to release the white peci, which he wore when defecating first.

"A'a?" Qonni continued to call out to him with a sad look. Then made surprised when the man handed the peci to the figure of the man with glasses in front of him.

Suddenly, a drop of tears flowed down Qonni's cheeks, as this heart-lover he longed for turned his head back towards him only to nod once. Then just walk away.

"A'a...! A' Aaron," he exclaimed at the man who kept stepping away, while his own legs still felt stiff unable to run to chase after him.

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Bioiniip... Biiii... Biiii...

Qonni opened his eyes, his body instantly frozen looking at the dimly lit ceiling of the room. A strange dream that he himself did not understand what it meant. However, he could still feel the chest tightness as if he was crying as he pleased.

One of Qonni's hands held the phone up on the nightstand, then stared at the digital numbers on the screen.

At 03:40. The woman turned off the alarm that was still clinking, before returning to her original position.

"Astaghfirullah al'azim." the woman muttered, her hands touching her tight chest. "O Allah, A'a, you have not been in my dreams for a long time." Both of his eyes immediately cut into the river.

For this time his dream really felt real, a beloved figure was in plain sight with a very, very perfect embodiment. But why in his dream did Aaron appear to give up his marriage...? qonni began to guess what he meant. But what makes him surprised is the bespectacled man who received the peci.

Not wanting to guess further, he also chose to wake up and pray in a third of the night. But before that, he took the time to kiss his daughter who was sleeping by his side. Qonni smiled with a hand rubbing the tears after it rose.

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Elsewhere, a man was on his prostration pedestal from two in the morning. The man in glasses was struggling at the same time asking for forgiveness from Allah SWT. Because he has put his heart on a woman who is not halal.

Before this he remembered a study, about where when a servant had love for the fellow creatures of God. But love is stronger in his hands, so God will give a test through his love. Yes, God is a jealous man. God will be jealous of anyone who puts his heart to anyone other than Him. Then his life was ruined.

"Oh my God, I no longer want to insist on asking Him. For I am only a foolish servant who will never understand what the future will look like. If it is that love he will keep me away from obedience, then remove this feeling for him, and save it for the other One, whom You are pleased with. But if you match us, then turn your heart back to me without coercion. And I give all things to You, O Dishat who is the best regulator of all affairs."

The man rubbed his face with both palms. Ilyas let out a long sigh, he had to forget about Qonniah no matter how this feeling was haram.

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The sky was already bright, but the sun had yet to appear completely. A woman in a uniform stands on the side of her car parked on the side of the road. The girl deliberately left early to wait for someone. Before long, Ilyas's motorbike was visible from a distance. With a slightly hesitant heart, the girl was steady to stop the man with the black jacket.

"Mas Ilyas!" Call him when the man is close, so inevitably the young man stopped the speed of his motorbike.

"Yes, Deck? Why... is there a problem with your car?"

The girl in front of Ilyas seemed to bite the tip of his lips. "I want to talk, Mom. Can you take a minute?"

"Speak, what do you say, De?"

"About?" Fatimah took a deep breath, holding back a puddle of tears so as not to fall. "About last night."

Ilyas. The man who is still sitting on his bike actually does not want to discuss anymore.

"I heard Dad offer me, to you? And, you're rejecting that?"

"De, I have a reason." Sluggishly.

"There's another woman that Mas Ilyas admires, right?" Ask according to what he heard. "Fatimah is not papa if you have to wait a long time, really."

Here Ilyas understood, apparently the girl was expecting him, not both of his parents.

"May ya, Fatimah begged. Mas Ilyas, don't refuse Dad's offer." Fatimah immediately wiped away the tears that suddenly slid. "Sorry, Fatimah has hindered the journey of Mas Ilyas. However, Fatimah remained hopeful, Mas Ilyas considered my words earlier. Assalamualaikum–"

Embarrassed, the girl hurriedly got into her car. While Ilyas was still restrained without a word coming out, except for the greeting answer earlier.

Until the car driven by the girl began to move and drive, Ilyas still survived to look at the four-wheeled vehicle.

Ilyas sighed, "Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah al'azim..."

Seeing Fatimah it was like reflecting on yourself. Love stories are like arrows, leading each other to their respective goals. Unfortunately, among the three arrows, no one turned around to reply to one of them. And of course, it was very painful for the arrow thrower.

Among the greatest misfortunes is that you fall in love, but that person does not love you.

– Imam Syafi'i –