Tafakur Love Mualaf

Initial Crings

In a building, there must be a foundation. In a stilt house, there must be a support pole. In the deepest heart, there is love. In the tone, there must be an instrument. In the light of the world, there must be a reflection of light.

"Yahoo...!"

The sound of the prayer, from behind the walls of the mosque. A little boy, who called his friend.

"I'm here, come closer." Waving hands from a distance.

Sweet and cheerful figure, with silver earrings. Glare is glittering, when exposed to sunlight. Hasbi came down the stairs, to greet his little friend.

"What are you doing here?" ask Hasbi.

"I'm waiting for you." replied Fiha.

"What's wrong?" ask Hasbi.

"I want to show you something before I leave" replied Fiha.

Indeed only one word went but was able to become spiky, which pierced Hasbi's heart. He did not want to part with Fiha, a woman who had been his friend for a long time. The footsteps eventually came to a halt, and chose to sit down.

"It's for you." Fiha took out the prayer beads.

"You bought it for me?" ask Hasbi.

"For whom else, I don't wear prayer beads" replied Fiha.

"When are you going? Why not tell me first, from a long time ago?" tanyakanya.

"Because Mommy, it'll be overseas soon. He will enroll me, school in Yu Da Lun Spain." replied Fiha.

"Take care of yourself, and never forget me" Hasbi said.

"Of course, I must remember you." replied Fiha.

The two little boys, were two different people of faith. But because the residence is not so far away, they often meet and greet.

"I'll keep this tasbih well, until we meet again" Hasbi said.

"Yes, you have to do it. Tomorrow morning, don't forget to face the sky." Fiha smiled sincerely.

The night was over, with the sound of crickets melting. The day has changed, like a new leaf. Hasbi opened the window of her room, and saw a plane flying. He smiled, trying to let go of his friend.

"Whatever the distance, we will still be like Alif Lam Miim. You are not far away, but only blocked by one thing. Like Alif and Miim will not be spaced, if Lam does not exist. But Lam will not be thrown into any place, for she will remain perfect in the holy book. Like you and me, you'll miss the distance." Hasbi continued to watch the plane, until it disappeared from his eyes.

"Hasbi, I can join your convection" said Aqila.

"Yes, it's okay." Hasbi replied.

Aqila sat on a chair, which was directly opposite Hasbi. Not to forget anyway, throwing his best smile.

"Aqila, I also joined the convection with Hasbi loh." said Ali.

"No" replied Aqila Cuek.

"Hasbi, if you may know the name of your store why Fisbi Boutique?" tanya Ali was curious.

"Fisbi Boutique is, just the name of the essay." replied Hasbi.

On the way home, a 33-year-old woman grabbed her child's ear. His name was Halifah, he kept scolding the 8-year-old.

"You're really naughty. Always skipping school, even though there is no shortage of pocket money." murmured the Halifah.

"Mama always has no time for me. I made sure it wasn't my fault." replied Filda.

"It's only natural that you don't have time, because you're busy working. Seems like getting scolded is not enough, to make you a deterrent. You still like to truant, Mama will include you studying at the Islamic Community course." The Caliph still carries Filda's ear.

"Even, that's just Mama's excuse. I am like a child who has lost the love of a parent. I was always alone in the house, no friends to tell stories to." complained Filda.

The Caliph was about to slap Filda, for she continued to resist. Suddenly there was a hand holding the Caliph, who was now in the air.

"Let go of my hand." cried Halifah.

Qalam let go of the hand of the rough woman.

"You better not be too hard on a child of the same age as Filda." replied Qalam.

”Yeay, there is a widower sir who saved me.” Inner Filda.

The Caliph looked at Qalam, from top to bottom. The brown shirt she was wearing, signified she was a teacher at the school.

”Cih, his mentang-ang teacher so pretend to teach me.” Inner Halifah.

"Listen yes sir, this is none of your business. Now is the time to go home from school, meaning your job is off. Let it be my duty to educate her." The caliph smiled faintly.

"Alright ma'am, I'm sorry." replied Qalam.