
Ammar drove his car slowly down the streets of Surabaya while his eyes dyed there and then looking for the figure he so missed. For a year Ammar always came to the city of Heroes and went around to find Jihan, but always fruitless.
“Where else should I look for it?” Ammar was tired.
Ammar's black luxury sedan car continued to run until it arrived at a large mosque. Ammar's heart was moved to turn his wheel into the courtyard of the mosque, but he did not go down immediately.
Long enough he stayed in the car, observing some young men who passed by wearing sarongs and peci. People also came to the mosque.
Ammar glanced at the watch on his wrist, but has not yet entered prayer time. He was a little surprised, what was in there.
Curiosity led Ammar to get out of the car and walk into the mosque. He was glued to the door when he saw that people were already crowded, and almost all of his worshippers were young people.
“Mas, let's please sit down! Why stand up?” A young man in bright blue sturdy clothes patted Ammar's shoulder slowly.
“Eh, sorry. What's up, huh?” Ammar asked confusedly.
“There are great scholars coming, Mas.”
“Oh, fast crowded.”
“Come, Mas.” Take the young man.
Ammar nodded and for some reason he simply obeyed the young man, joining the men of his age
Before long, a large cleric who was quite familiar was present and delivered a sermon. Whether coincidentally or not, his talk about hijrah to become a better human being.
“Hijrah is about hate and love. Leaving the hated and going to the beloved. So you leave behind what God hates and do what he loves.”
“Hijrah is not just changing the appearance, but changing our morals and worship to be better. Because hijrah is not just a historical trajectory, but the law that is still running and all that needs process and stability of heart. For hijrah is not only for devout people, but also for those who want to obey.”
“Because the more you try to be a good person, the more you stay away from the inappropriate people in your life. Stay Istiqomah for the initial purpose, believe that the hijrah will bring everything to goodness.”
Ammar listened to the lecture solemnly and his heart felt called to try to change the course of his life for the better. He felt slapped because all this time had been too far from God, perhaps what is happening right now is one of the scolding from the creator that he opens his eyes to realize that he still has God and that he will turn into a better human being.
The lecture of the great scholar has ended and closed with the prayer of Zuhr congregation.
Now Ammar is sitting on the steps of the mosque while wearing his shoes, the pilgrims flocked out of the mosque but still orderly.
Suddenly a yellow hooded woman who was calling was hit by another congregation so that her phone came off and fell near Ammar's feet.
“Astagfirullah, my phone!” The woman panicked.
Ammar quickly picked up the flat object before being stepped on by other worshippers and stood up and called the woman. “Mbak, this is the phone!”
The yellow-hooded woman approached Ammar and immediately grabbed her mobile phone. “Thank you, yes, Mas.”
“Sama-sama.”Ammar smiled and left immediately.
The yellow-hooded woman was amazed to see Ammar's sweet smile. “Wah, so handsome!”
A few minutes later, Jihan and Aisyah came out of the mosque while chatting with other Muslim women.
“Annisa, why dumbass here?” Aisyah rebuked the yellow-hooded woman who was watching Ammar's car move out of the mosque courtyard.
“Astagfirullah! You are so flirty!” Cibir Aisha.
“Ih, Bule. That's not a flirty name, I'm just admiring God's creation.” Deny Annisa.
Aisyah and Jihan were just head bobbles hearing Annisa's rebuttal.
“Yes already, let's go home! I still have to help Abi and Ummi again.” Bring Jihan.
The three women hurriedly left the mosque just a few meters from their home. Meanwhile, Ammar's car had moved away from the mosque.
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This afternoon as usual, Jihan helped Salma and Aisyah prepare the ingredients to make tomorrow's porridge. Since then he has been more silent and daydreaming about Radit's proposal a week ago.
Salma, who was watching her daughter, rebuked her. “Why you? From earlier Ummi noticed you daydreaming continuously.”
“I'm again thinking about the proposal Mr. Radit, Ummi.” Answer Jihan listlessly.
“You haven't got an answer?” Ask Salma again.
Jihan shook her head weakly. “Num yet, Ummi. I am still confused what decision to make? Though every night I have prayed istikharah.”
“What makes you confused? That Radit boy seems kind and responsible, what else do you doubt?”Salma Cecar.
“Perhaps because Jihan's divorce deed doesn't exist yet. So Jihan is afraid to marry again.” Sela Aisyah knows.
“If that's the case, God's Insha later Ummi and Abi will meet Mas Yusuf to ask for your divorce deed.” Salma responded to her sister-in-law's words.
“Not that, Ummi!" Deny Jihan.
Salma. “Then what?”
Jihan was down, she did not dare to convey what made her doubt. Seeing Jihan mute, Salma became suspicious.
“You still love Nak Ammar, yes?”Guess Salma.
Jihan gasped at her ummi guess, but she did not dare to argue or agree. Jihan stays unmoved. And Jihan's silence made Salma understand what made the princess hesitant to make a decision.
“Jihan, at this time he must have forgotten you and lived happily with his new family. So why else do you still have feelings for her? Forget him, Son!” Salma was upset.
Jihan and her parents think that Ammar must have married Miranda, because the last time they knew, Miranda was pregnant with her son Ammar.
“Ummi want you to open a new sheet and live happily.” Continue Salma with teary eyes.
Jihan nodded her head. “Iya, Ummi.”
Jihan knows it's inappropriate for her to still have love for Ammar, but she can't lie to him either.
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