Shadow of Love Pendant Asa

My Afterlife

"Wa'alaikumussalam." replied Ms. Hani while looking at the figure of a beautiful girl in front of her. Her face was pure white, her smile shady, revealing two small dimples at either end of her lips. The girl was wearing a hijab that was in line with her niece and friends who were in the kitchen at the moment.

"Good night aunt." said Syaqila mannered.

"Good night, son. Um, sorry are you Nadia's friend too?" ask Ummah Hani.

"Yes aunty, I am Syaqila." replied Syaqila.

"Shaqila?" asked Ummah Hani to make sure, while remembering the face of this girl, like someone.

"Yes aunty." replied Syaqila.

"Sorry son Syaqila, if you may ask, what is your father's name?" ask ummah Syaqila.

"Oh, can auntie. My father's name is Surya." replied Syaqila.

"Suryas? Is your mother named Fina?" ask Ummah Hani.

"Yes aunt, right. My sister named Sarah, he who yesterday will be preached by Brother Opik." replied Syaqila clarify.

As soon as Umah Hani shut his mouth, and his right hand held Shaqila's, then Ummah Hani pulled Syaqila's body into his arms.

"Syaqila, forgive aunt, aunty really does not know son, if you are his sister Sarah" said ummah Hani.

"Yes mom, it's okay. Because indeed, Brother Sarah and I are not too similar." replied Syaqila.

"I'm sorry son of aunty, who has not been able to return your feelings to him" Ummah Hani said in his sobs.

"What do you mean auntie?" ask Syaqila wonder.

"Come in son." said Ummah Hani.

Syaqila was led by Ummah Hani to sit in the family room, where he spoke with Seem earlier. Then ummah Hani took back Opik's notebook, which was told to Seem. Meanwhile, Seem has stepped into the mosque to perform the Isya prayer'.

"Son Syaqila. Mother found this book in Opik's room, she had read some of his stories, one of which was about a girl who loved him, but she had not been able to open her heart to the girl. Until finally, he chose to resign, fulfill the desire of the abah and ummah, to propose to our chosen girl. Turns out, the girl who loved him long ago, it... You're a son?" ask Ummah Hani.

"Yes aunty." replied the short Syaqila while looking down.

"I'm sorry my son, I can't repay your love" said Ummah Hani.

Syaqila looked at the Ummah Hani, then hugged him.

"Aunty, I sincerely love my aunt's son, but unfortunately, God loves him more, so God called him first. But, even so aunty, Syaqila has not been able to release this heart to any man, except Opik aunty. Although Opik's brother never had a taste in Syaqil, but Syaqil will continue to pray, so that Opik sis someday can be my soul mate, if we are not a match in the world, so that one day we can be my soul mate, Syaqila always hoped that we could mate in the afterlife." replied Syaqila while several times trying to wipe her tears with a tishu.

"MaasyaaAllah son, thank you for your sincerity to love my son son." replied Ummah Hani.

Syaqila and Ummah Hani embrace each other, shedding longing for a figure who will never return. Until finally, abah Daud came home from the mosque, then followed by several invited guests who will attend a joint prayer event for Opik.

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During the event sent prayers to Opik, Seem unceasingly stared at Azzalia's face from a distance, and it was also known by Azzalia.

"Ehem, cie...Azza, diliatin continue to be the same mamas husband." coda Renata.

"Ih, what the hell lo Re, just a few times." replied Azzalia trying to close the shame.

"Udah, be honest again, relax, you guys are halal couples, why be shy?" ask Renata again.

"Yes must have shame Re, this is at the meeting, if not, can be timid." replied Azzalia who managed to make Renata laugh wider, but immediately closed her mouth tightly.

"Sstttt." Azkya signaled to Renata to calm down, even though the prayer is over, now the event is staying sarasehan while enjoying the hidnagan.

After the event was over, Azzalia and Seem said goodbye to the family of Mr. David, after that Seem had participated as a guest accompanying Mr. David.

"Ehm, Nadia, sorry. It's the game I pinjem first yes." Azzalia told Nadia.

"Yes, take Za" replied Nadia.

"Thank you very much Nad, you are very kind" Azzalia said with a bright smile.

After saying goodbye, Azzalia and Seem returned home, and while traveling, Azzalia chatted with Seem while trying to ward off the cold.

"Yes?"

"Why did I keep doing this?" ask Azzalia.

"Emang why?"

"Yes not comfortable, masa' ngeliatin it so much?" Azzalia protest.

"Ngeliatin wife herself does not hurt, right? Than I'm looking at another girl?" seem Goda.

"Eh, would you like to see another girl? Ha?" azzalia asked began to ignite her emotions

"Look down, baby, yeah. Eat it I see you continue because you are so beautiful tonight." praise Seem.

"Yesterday, wasn't she pretty?"azzaia protests again with a sullen face.

"Beautiful.but tonight, that's beautiful, multiplied." Seem answered honestly.

"Gombal." ketus Azzalia.

"Seriously."

"Emang, who's that hijab? How is it like a Red Rose?" ask Seem astonished.

"Yes mas. It's uniform, it's, it's still a new smell, I haven't washed yet. Just this morning it was shared, the afternoon was immediately made." replied Azzalia.

"Whose love is it?" ask Seem.

"Silver Opik." replied Azzalia briefly.

"Opic?" ask Seem to make sure.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Cool is he. In addition to inviting me to hijrah as mu'alaf, she now invites you to emigrate with the scarf she gave." Seem praised Opik.

"Yes, brother."

"Why did you refuse him?" ask Seem.

"Ehm.which is obvious, because I already consider him a brother, and because I feel inferior. He's a good guy, a pinter, a hafidz Qur'an, good salary, good religion, am I? Brother brat, after all at first right, I do not want to marry brother, still want to pass first, but fate says another." replied Azzalia.

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Dear on, we're gonna stop by first ?" ask Seem.

"You need me, I'm tired of this, I want to go to sleep immediately" said Azzalia.

"Okey my empress" replied Seem.

On the way back they continued their conversation towards home by riding a motorcycle.

"It's very cold tonight, hug me, don't hesitate, we're halal" said Seem took Azzalia's hand and then floated on his hip.

"Yes yes."

"Entar, until home, I'm a kelonin ya." Seem bargained.

"Well, what's the bed here anyway? Don't be Ethical ah, if anyone goes through how?" Azzalia protest.

"Yes, sorry. But, would you?"

"Yes, it will be easy. Anyway, pucketan dong, I am very tired of this." replied Azzalia.

Seempun drove his motorbike at moderate speed, penetrating their home lane. Azzalia rested her head on Seem's back and both her hands slipped in Seem's jacket pocket. Warm."