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After the first break bell rang a few minutes ago, Qonni was already inside the mosque. Taking two of his Sunnah Dhuha designs.

The atmosphere of the mosque can be quite crowded, because the break time is usually really utilized by a handful of students/i, and teachers to carry out Dhuha worship.

Same with Qonni who was already in the last design. Fatimah herself hurriedly took off her shoes and socks, before heading to a place of ablution for women.

After the minutes passed, where the atmosphere of the mosque was getting quieter because one by one began to retreat after finishing dialogue with Allah through Dhuha prayers. As for these two women are still at home, dhikr and indulge in prayer. With a distance that is not next to each other.

After finishing, Fatimah approached Qonni who was now rubbing his face with both palms of the female sign was finished as well.

While waiting, Fatimah began to fold her face. Then in the next follow-up Qonni also folded his face, without making the slightest sound.

For the sake of a fresh appearance, according to the demands of the work. They compactly sweep each other thinly-thin solid powder sade ivory on each face. Then lipstick or lip cream with nude color series according to the number that suits them. Both do prefer natural makeup, which makes the face is not menor but still looks fresh in view.

Clap up! Qonni closed the powder container after finishing applying himself. While waiting, he put his face back in the bag. And seeing that Fatimah had finished the makeup, Qonni began to speak.

"Actually, what the hell would Miss Fatimah say?" tanya Qonni opened the chat. The woman on Qonni's side squeezed the mukena bag over her lap.

"Look, Mrs Ayu. It's ethical, isn't it? If a woman expresses her feelings to the opposite sex?" Slowly, the girl before Qonni began to speak. As for Qonni instantly smiled.

"I think, just ethically. When there is good intentions, Ms. Fatimah has a desire with the man. Then ask someone to convey the wishes of Bu Fatimah, like Khadijah to the Prophet."

Fatimah flinching, playing with the rope on her mukenya bag. Maybe it's not like Khadija so Ilyas refused. Inner shoulder.

"Emang, Miss Fatimah really likes it?" godanya.

"Actually, I can't say I like it anymore. But it leads to love."

"MashaAllah–" said Qonni in response. He knew the hell it felt like it might be almost the same as him before he married Aaron, if only he could not resist the desire of his love.

"Unfortunately, He was never sensitive to my wishes, Mom. Be, I instead expressed my feelings first through an intermediary."

Qonni fell silent, choosing to listen first. In his heart while thinking, he felt that he would not be that brave.

"Unfortunately when my intermediary had conveyed to her, she instead refused the request to propose to Me," the girl again bowed. "I was rejected because of another woman he was fighting for, Mom."

"I never thought it would be this painful to experience a love that only clapped one hand" he continued to feel sad mixed with shame when remembering his closeness this morning to approach Ilyas.

Qonni sighed. "There is nothing I can say but a word of patience to you, Fatimah. Because if the soul mate does not want to be pursued like anything, we will be difficult to get it. Remember the story of Joseph and Zulaikha?"

"Bu Ayu is right..." Fatima was lethargic, "Before, I wanted to ask, did Bu Ayu ever experience love that clapped one hand like me? Or maybe just to admire but have entered the stage of love?" tanyanya, which actually makes Qonni immediately remembered the older sister.

"Honestly, if asked about ever I feel love clapping one hand. I never felt it. Because, seeing the experience of my brother who was once disappointed because his admiration was unrequited, made me try hard not to drop my heart on men. Before it was clear whether the man wanted to or not to me."

"But, isn't falling in love a fitrah for everyone?"

"That's right, Miss Fatimah. However, when this heart ripples on the opposite sex I always refuse as early as possible."

"The thing is, I admired him from a young age. And the older I get, the more I fall for him. That man, has the aura of another Bu Ayu. That's why this heart can get entangled deeper. I cried so many times."

"Istighfar, Mom. You must be able to distinguish between love and lust. It could be the devil who knows your heart and then churns it."

Fatimah was unmoved, what Qonni said was true. He should always ask his heart. Which prompts him to get Ilyas's love or his lust.

"Try it for istikharah, Ms. Ayu. Just answer it once."

Fatimah breathed. "I've tried so many times, Mom. But until now there has been no answer. Maybe because I'm less solemn."

Qonni smiled, "try to pray. If you're a soul mate, you're not going anywhere."

The woman in front of him nodded. Actually, he used to do that often. And think pessimistically when the dream never shows an answer.

their chat was still going on, as time went on until spending the fifth hour.

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