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Love song

Not too far away, a coffee shop looks crowded. Dozens of awake people enjoy springtime with coffee, shisha, playing cards and talking about just about anything. Some people enjoy Indian movies. There are also those who are discussing seriously. The theme was jumping, going everywhere.

Spring is beautiful. Beautiful morning. Lovely afternoon. Beautiful afternoon. Even the night is beautiful. More for those who enjoy it with worship.

However, there are also people who are not at all concerned about the coming of spring. There are also those who have never felt the coming of spring. They hardly ever feel the change of season. All because of the harshness of life they have to face and go through. Because they have to keep racking their brains and face life with sweat and work incessantly.

Among the people who almost never p eduli the arrival of spring was ‘Mas Engineer ’ Bryan, and some students who worked with him.

That night, in his room in an apartment, right next to the park where there were two cats singing love songs, he still had not taken a break from his work. While his friends one house is late to make out with each other's beautiful dreams.

Bryan was still busy struggling with his soybeans which he had leavened. Patiently he had to wrap it up to become tempe. Since his proposal to Anna Althafunnisa has been preceded by his own best friend,

Bryan decided to work. Since Ustadz Mujab suggested that he measure himself, he decided to totally devote himself to his mother and younger siblings in Indonesia. It intends it all as worship and a secret that is second to none. He also intended it as a forging and life lessons that he had to take at the great university of life. He was sure that none of this would be in vain. Has not God never created all things in vain.

He no longer has dreams about a future wife. He can already self-magine. He was sure his soul mate had existed, had been prepared by Allah Swt. Then he doesn't have to worry. The soul is part of the sustenance. Someone's sustenance has rations. And one's rations of sustenance will not be taken by another. That's how it scratched in his mind. So he felt calm and serene. But forging life, the science of life must be cultivated. God will not increase one's knowledge unless one seeks to increase one's knowledge. He felt that working seriously was part of an effort to change science and part of an effort to change fate.

Since then, he felt he had to take life more seriously. He began to build himself to process not only business success, but also academic success. He began styling himself to finish S.1 this year as well. After that he will continue to learn and learn without ceasing.

His face looks tired. Both of his eyes were red. Like her, she would not give up. In a very tired condition, he had to keep working. He does not want to lose to circumstances. He did not want his spirit to fade just like that by the drowsiness that continued to afflict him. When that was the case, he always remembered the words of Al Barudi who always whipped his soul, One who has spirit.

He will love everything he faces.

He saw a clock hanging on the wall of his room. He breathed deeply. It's late at night, two more hours in the morning. He must finish his work immediately. He should have time to rest, even if - even just an hour of eye-catching.

He then stood up and moved his body to eliminate the pain and soreness that was so felt. Two minutes he did light gymnastics. Then back to squatting. And re-wrap soybean prospective tempe with full accuracy and patience.

At exactly three or five minutes he stood up and breathed a sigh of relief. His work is over. There is still a little time to rest before dawn. His work tools he tidied up. He put it in its place. Immediately he cleaned his hands and took some ablution water. Before laying his body on the bed, he first took himself to pray tahajud two rakaat and then pray Witir. He reads prayer beads while setting his working hours. Slowly go to sleep.

Just as his eyes were closed, he snorted ar his name was called out quietly. Kamamya's door was also knocked, slowly.

With a very heavy feeling, a slightly dizzy head, he got up.

"Who? " sanyanya. "Hafez Kang's."

Bryan got out of his bed and opened the door. In front of the door of his room stood a young man with glasses.

"What's the matter Fez?" ask Bryan.

"Sorry Kang, I'm not strong anymore. I can't sleep Kang. I don't know what to do? I need the person I'm talking to. I want to ask Kang for consideration. I'm not strong anymore Kang." Obviously Hafez with a hoarse voice.

"Still about your feelings for Cut Mala?" "Yes Kang."

"I know you must have endured Fez's feelings.

But afwan, I haven't slept. I need to rest. If not, I can collapse. Let's talk about it after the dawn prayer. You read the Qur'an just there to calm the soul while waiting for Fajr. At dawn, my friends and I woke up. That huh?"

"Can't it now Kang?"

"I'm not strong Fez. I just finished wrapping up tempe. I'm so tired. I need a break."

"Alright Kang. After the dawn prayer."

The young man with glasses moved to Kamamya. Bryan closed his room. Unlocked. He's breaking his body. He knew Hafez was facing serious problems. But he needs rest. And talking about it after dawn he didn't think it was too late. The dawn is very close. He prayed again, closed his eyes and went to sleep. Maledom.

Hafez came out of Kamamya with a mushaf. He followed Bryan's advice. In the living room he read the Quran in a quiet voice. He could not concentrate on living and observing what he was reading. His mind was fixed on Cut Mala. He himself does not know why one month of heart and thought his brother could not be separated from Cut Mala. Al Azhar student from Aceh who is none other than the younger brother of a friend who is most familiar with him, namely Fadhil. He did not realize that his love for the Acehnese girl was growing so gently and slowly. And now that feeling is so intense. Flowering - flower. It can barely even be mastered.

So much so that he could do nothing about it. Though at that time, he had to concentrate on thinking about the Al Azhar exam which was still a month away. The one in his mind and heart was always Cut Mala. Face Cut Mala. Cut Mala Sound. Footsteps Cut Mala. The Cut Mala language. Language style Cut Mala. His behavior and temperament are subtle, polite, and very self-preserving. His achievements are always brilliantly engraved. Even his opinions are contained in various student newsletters in Cairo.