Tafakur Love Mualaf

Suddenly Changed

Returning from college, Hasbi returned home. Fiha was acting spoiled towards Hasbi, as a memory the last time he thought.

"Darling, today I want to spend time with you" Fiha said.

"Dear, I will obey your wishes." replied Hasbi.

Fiha looked at him with a smile, then they immediately entered into the dining room. Hasbi felt that something was awkward, with Fiha's behavior suddenly changing. But he tries to think positively.

"Boat me dear." Fiha held Hasbi's hand, fearing that he could not do so.

"You don't have to cry that way, I'll definitely serve my wife." Hasbi scooped up the food, and Fiha chewed on it.

”Hasbi, how could I not cry. We have just met, then it could be that we will part forever.” Inner Fiha cried.

Filda deliberately pulled the catapult rope, which was in her hand. The pebble hit Qalam's head, until the master grimaced in pain. Then Filda immediately hid, behind a big tree. Qalam approached Halifah, who was standing in front of the gate.

"Filda's home sir?" ask Halifah.

"So he left class" replied Qalam.

Qalam continued his words. "Mom saw the little boy who threw the pebble?"

"No, I'm just here" said Halifah.

"Oh well, excuse me." replied Qalam.

Qalam immediately set foot, away from the Caliph. But immediately turned around, and saw a white paper stuck to his back. Qalam immediately walked up to the Caliph, and said what he saw. Filda laughed, as the Caliph took the paper.

"I threw a pebble at you, because I wanted you to approach me. I want you to propose to me, then we get married and live happily."

The Caliph read it with annoyance, only to realize that it was Filda's writing. Just look at the boy, it will surely receive Filda's inner punishment.

"It's not me who writes" said Halifah.

"Yes, I know. Maybe, just a little nosy kid." replied Qalam.

"Yes right, don't know where the nosy are hiding" said Halifah, awkwardly.

"I'll go home, excuse me." Qalam said goodbye to go.

He stepped foot into the tutoring of the Islamic community. There he would teach the children, to deepen the science of religion.

"Sir, what is meant by Mad arid lissukun and mad mandatory musttashil?" ask Filda.

"Mad arid lissukun is when a mad letter meets one of the hijaiyah letters at the end of the sentence. Then how to read it should be turned off first just extended. While Mad Wajib Muttashil is if there is a mad letter met with hamzah on one word, then the way to read it must be five harokat long." replied Qalam, long and wide.

Qalam continued his words. "Did everyone understand?"

"Already sir." answered everything.

The next day, Fiha had already returned to campus. Every now and then his eyes looked at all the women who were milling about. Their faces looked freshly fit, unlike her sickly self. Fiha was completely unbeamed, looking tangled like a granny.

"Fiha, why do you look at all women?" ask Ali.

"By si, just wonder so" said Ali.

"If I drool, drugged by the charm of the new man you are astonished." replied Fiha.

"Why didn't you go to college yesterday?" Ali switched the conversation.

"Because I'm sick, did Hasbi not give me a letter." replied Fiha.

"He gave the letter, just I wonder what pain you had?" ask Ali.

"I'm sick." replied Fiha.

"What pain?" ask again.

"It's just a normal fever." replied Fiha.

Aqila happened to pass by, she stepped foot towards Fiha. He threw a smile at his friend.

"Fiha, have you entered the college?" ask Aqila.

"Yes already." forcedly smiled.

”What does your question mean, what is expecting me not to enter campus again. You wish you could be close to my husband.” Inner Fiha, jealous again.

"Hi Fiha, why are you quiet?" ask Ali.

"I thought of something a little." Fiha held the trunk of his own nose.

"Don't think too much, you will get old quickly" said Ali.

"Yes, but not everything can be like the wind" replied Fiha.

"Fiha, you want to learn to teach again no?" tawar Aqila's.

"That's all I want to talk about." replied Fiha.

They set foot on each other, heading to ablution. After that look for a seat and Aqila opened the Quran.

"Darling, what are you doing here?" ask Hasbi.

"I want to learn to teach Aqila" replied Fiha.

"You learned the right thing, because Mom was the first madrassa for our son." Hasbi stroking Fiha's stomach.

"Yes dear, God willing." replied Fiha.

Aqila began to teach Fiha painstakingly, it seemed that Fiha was already fluent from the previous one.

”Definitely Hasbi guided her on.” Inner Aqila.