The Angel of Gus

The extra part 30

" Astagfirullahaladzhim...." Someone woke up from his sleep with sweat already soaking his forehead.

' Who utters the word and the ring of whom I wear ' he murmured in his heart while wiping away the sweat that had flooded his forehead.

The Flasback

In the large mosque with moss-green shades, Qila sat side by side with someone who was so indistinct about his face.

" I have come to heal your heart wound Aqila Audya. Anna Uhibuuka please ya zaujati." He said while pairing his wife's sweet ring.

The exact same ring he had touched. With the sparkle of the diamond on the ring it made Aqila amazed.

Flasback Off

Qila immediately got out of bed to pray tahajud.

' O Allah, O Lord....

What was the meaning of my dream, why would someone wear the exact same ring I had touched.

Show me your way of righteousness, Lord, wherever he may be, his name I will always utter in my bow. Anna Antazrik ya Aki '

Finished complaining about what was happening to him, Qila went back to sleep considering the clock was still in the frame of half 2 nights.

***

The next day, right contracted Iqbal, he suddenly got a phone call from Zafran who was none other than his boss.

" Aasalammualaikum sir."

".......(.....).....

" Good sir, I'm there now."

" (........)....

" Neylorda."

" Who is bang....?" Ask Safira.

" Mr. Zafran deck, ask brother to his house."

" What's wrong, how come Fira suddenly doesn't feel good."

" God willing there is nothing. Doain Brother yes !" Safira nodded.

' Hopefully there is nothing ' Fira muttered in his heart while staring at the back of his brother who was about to leave the house.

Iqbal headed to Zafran residence using a motorbike facilitated from his boss.30 minutes, he had arrived at Zafran's residence.

" Aasalammualaikum..."

" Waalaikumsalam, uh son Iqbal. Let's go in !" Pinta Rima's.

" Thank you Buk...."

Iqbal entered the house and occupied himself in the living room. Shortly after he sat down, Zafran emerged from the staircase.

" It's been a while ?" Ask Zafran while sitting himself in front of Iqbal.

" Just sir."

" There's something I want to talk to you about Iqbal. It's about my daughter, Jihan."

Deg......

Increasingly do not understand Iqbal how to respond to his speech later. Why does it have to be Jihan, and what's up with her ? The question is in the heart of an Iqbal.

" M-mbak Jihan why sir ?" Ask me nervously.

" Jihan wants to marry young, Iqbal. And there was already a person she admired, even she wished that person could be her husband."

" L-then...?" Ask Iqbal again.

Zafran was a little confused to express his intention to represent the child. There was doubt in his heart, not because of his later background but because he was afraid that his daughter would be rejected.

Zafran breathed his long breath while looking at Iqbal closely.

As for Iqbal himself, his mind had gone somewhere. The fear that had crossed his mind the more real he felt. Is it true, that fear I will experience ? thought.

" That person is you Iqbal. Jihan adores you, and she's ready to marry young if you're her husband."

Duarrrrrrrr

Like being struck by lightning in a hole. Sure enough, the fear became real. Iqbal's heart suddenly burst into pain, his heart throbbing from hearing what Zafran said. He recalled that Akhwat managed to steal his attention, take his heart as well as his life. Even the actual departure is to establish yourself in order to be able to be with the Akhwat. But his dream is wrong, his departure leads him to a sense of bondage, leading him to a sense of reciprocity and a sense of unease in the Zafran family.

How do I deal with this, O God, can't you give me any other choice but these 2 choices I'm facing ? Think Iqbal.

His body suddenly shook violently, his seat getting more agitated. What answer to give to the person in front of him. On one side of Aqila on the other side was Jihan.

" What do you think Iqbal ?" Ask Zafran again.

" Give me some time to think about it sir."

" Have a name, I believe in you. I'm also ready for the answer you'll give my daughter." Zafran smiled.

' Is there an Akhwat that Iqbal expected ?' Rima muttered in his heart wondering.

" I'm sorry sir, Assalammualaikum..."

" Waalaikum salam..."

Iqbal left Zafran's house and regained his strength. His mind was suddenly confused by the request from his boss.

Is this the path of fate I must accept ? Do I really have to leave Aqila ? O God, give me the best way to choose these two very difficult choices.

Arriving home, Iqbal immediately occupied himself in the chair with daydreams.

" Have you come home bang ?" Safira asked who approached her sister.

" Yes the deck." Answer's short.

" What brother ?"

" Bad confused Fira, there are two options that you should choose one of them. But 2 choices are very difficult for you to choose."

" Two choices Bang, Fira doesn't understand."

" Pak Zafran asked Brother to marry his daughter Fira."

Degs....

" Ma-I mean Brother Jihan ?" Ask Safira to make sure.

" Yes." Yeah."

...... " Then what about Kak Kila bang, he must be very disappointed if you marry another woman." ......

" Not only Kila deck, but Brother also can not accept the reality." He said with a sad look.

" Yes, I told you I'm sorry about Jihan bang's family. You can't marry her."

" It's not that easy as Sapphira. Karna___

" Karna What bang?"

Sapphira did not know in detail, that the cost of treatment is thanks to Zafran.

" Don't Say____

" Yes Safira, all your medical expenses are Mr. Zafran's paying."

" Astagfirullahaladzhim Abang. How many ?"

" The total is almost 700 million Safira, you have to pay with what to replace it. Even Brother is not sure your salary can cover it."

" I'm sorry Sapphira bang, because Safira Abang must be kayak gini. Forgive Sapphira hiks hyks."

" Sttttt, don't blame yourself, Deck, it's your job to take care of you until you recover. Don't think about that !"

" But bang ___

" Saffira, let your brother think about how. Fira wish you all the best." Fira nodded.

God, why did you give me so much trial.....

How do I choose the path I have to walk ?

Aqila....maybe we will be a match ? After all what I've been doing is so hard and it's getting harder to get to you.

If I am no longer able to pursue you, then forgive me for having to break my promise to you.

' ***Ending is the dream of love.stay the debris...

Beautiful dreams do not become real eroded waves hit '

...' I whom you once loved.why do you stay away....

Oh where is the sacred promise, which you say is undivided....'

' I want you to understand what I'm going through...

My destiny must be to go far away from you*** '

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