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I also have principles. Life principles. My life principles are based on Islam. I am most convinced of the teachings of Islam. Among the teachings of Islam that I believe are teachings about maintaining purity. The purity of birth and inner sanctity. Why in books fikih the first lesson must be about thaharah. About sanctifying. It is so that Muslims always maintain the sanctity of birth and mind. Among the sanctities maintained by Islam is the sanctity of the relationship between man and woman. Islam absolutely does not allow any intimate contact between a man and a woman unless it is a legal husband and wife. And that French-style kiss for me includes a very intimate touch. Which in Islam can not be done except by a married couple. This is for the sake of keeping the sanctity. The sanctity of men and women.

"When I said that if I had done that kiss with a woman who was not lawful to me, then I had desecrated my own chastity and desecrated that woman's chastity. And that to me was an enormous disaster. I have lost the purity of my lips. Not only that, I also lost the sanctity of my soul. My soul has been defiled by a sin that somehow wiped it away. If these lips are dirty by lipstick can be cleaned hear water or other yan g. But if it is littered by lips that are not halal, dirty that does not seem how to clean it. Although it can be a privilege, asking God for forgiveness is still this lips ever dirty, ever tarnished, ever committed a disgusting sin. I don't want to do that. I want to keep my purity all over. I want to give this sanctity to my wife later. Let him touch her the first time. Let it be he who will enlighten this soul and body with those touches that bring reward."

"That's a principle you can believe in. Maybe I would say old-fashioned young man. Primitive youth. Kampung youth. Youth do not know the development and so on. But I don't care. I'm happy with ap a that I believe is the truth. And I'm sure Ms Kirana, who studied in a country that glorifies freedom of speech, will be able to respect my opinion." Bryan explained at length. Kirana listened carefully. Doesn't feel water or glass. He had never heard such an explanation of chastity before.

"I understand." Kirana Lirih.

"Thank you for the explanation. Further.

Romi came out of the toilet. Kirana then returned to her place. Bryan's explanation still lingered in his heart. Suddenly he felt very dirty. Her lips somehow kissed the man who was not yet her husband. He can't count it. For the first time she felt like a worthless woman. He was reminded of his cousin yan g living in remote Lumajang. Name's Nurjanah. Since childhood, always wear a hijab. When invited by his father, he did not want to. His father was offended. But his cousin who is now a teacher at an Ibtidaiyyah Madrasah was adamant with his stance. Not wanting to be in touch except with a man who is lawful to him. Now he knows his secret. It is because of that teaching of purity. Nurjanah insisted on maintaining her purity ut uh. Suddenly he felt that a girl like Nurjanal was more noble. He felt that there was nothing more to him than Nurjanah. Something seeped from the end of his two eyes.

Buses continued to split the vast sahara field. As far as the eye can see there is a stretch of brownish desert. Some are flat, some are bumpy like hilly. Eliana looked at the window. He saw dust scattering at the top of the road. The wind was blowing very hard. The bus continued to run quietly.

* * *

Arrive in Cairo. Bryan went home to Hay El Asher. Just before Maghrib he arrived home. His housemates greeted him longingly. He asked them to open a cardboard box filled with his gift. It's a bean-stuffed date. Olive Fruit. Arab beans are green. And Makaronah to cook. Nothing special about Sernua is the actual Egyptian food in Cairo. But they still welcome it with great enthusiasm and joy.

Bryan took a shower. After that, he immediately left.

"The story will be later. I have some important business tonight." Bryan said to them. They also understand.

Bryan slid into Hay El Sabe'. He prayed in the Maghrib at the Ridhwan Mosque. His goal after that ha one, namely to the house of Ustadz Saiful Mujab, to propose Anna Althafunnisa. He arrived at the mosque when the imam was already the second rakaat. He was happy to see Ustadz Mujab there. The second shaf. He was takbir in the third shaf. After the prayer he met Ustadz Mujab. And Ustadz Mujab smiled happily to meet him.

"Lho, I heard you were with the group of the BRI to Alexandria. How come you're here, ?" Sapa Ustadz Mujab Hotel.

"What business is it? How important it seems to not rest everything. Even straight here?"

"I have a very important personal matter. I want to talk about it to Ustadz. Ustadz has time?"

"O so. Can -be. Let's go to the house"

They went to Ustadz Mujab which is not far from the Ridhwan Mosque. Ustadz Mujab, who is currently S. 2 at the Arab League Institute, lives in Cairo with his family. With his wife and son. House simple. But the rurnah makes anyone feel at home yan g visit there. Nothing else and no, because of the hospitality of the owner of the house. Ustadz Mujab and his wife.

After sitting in the living room for a while, and hot tea was taken out with a plate of brown bread, Ustadz Mujab asked Bryan with fixed eyes,

"What business is it? What can I help you with?"

"I'm actually ashamed of Ustadz. I don't know where to start." Answer Bryan .

"Not to be ashamed. If the good sought is not to be ashamed."

"Alright Ustadz. I'd like to ask Ustadz for help proposing to someone for me." Bryan said with a trembling voice.

"Oh that. Just so embarrassed. You are already his moment. " Ustadz Mujab used to call him ‘yan’ short for ‘Bryan’ which is taken from his name. So in Cairo there are those who call him ‘Mas Bryan’, ‘Mas Engineer ’, ‘yan, ‘iyan’ and there are those who call with his last name that is ‘alex’. The one who calls Alex is just one person in his house. That too at his request. While outside the home many are calling ‘Bryan and ‘Engineer ’.

"I'll help as much as I can. What was the name of the girl you chose. And what was the name of his parents. Which guy? In Al Azhar, what level?" Ustadz Mujab continued.