The Best Choice

Tahajud Love

The families of Samira and Harviza were in solemn perseverance while performing the last service before tomorrow would be their last day in the holy land.

By late afternoon, in a crowd that makes them long to return there, they walk down the road while crossing to go to the shopping center.

"That is, I didn't go inside" Samira said, shaking her head, and she was tired of following the parents to buy souvenirs for relatives and neighbors. His legs were sore, but his mind was happy and relieved. He has made successive prayers to the khalik for himself and the people on his list of life diligently every day.

"Sit down, don't go anywhere!" Mustofa remembers with a watchful look on his face. In a foreign city far from home will be full of risks when far from its reach.

"Yes, I'm sitting down, Abah."

Samira sits down in an empty chair and opens the lid of an emerald-zam water bottle. He took a sip while hearing Harviza ask permission to accompany Samira to her parents.

Samira shifted her sitting position, making the distance with Harviza who managed to have a permit to accompany her, even though she wanted to be alone, at least for almost two weeks near Harviza made it difficult to breathe a sigh of relief. There are-there are events that must involve Harviza in his general journey, inevitably, he said, the inner bond that has been established since childhood becomes a personal affair that cannot be ignored as easily as you get acquainted then text and leave without an impression.

Harviza's good, handsome, everything he's got. The perfect priestly candidate whom God sent to his house without needing Samira to bother looking for his attention or inviting him. He is also unable to explore his own world. Mustofa. While Samira is unable, the family is the only one who has sleep in a tribe of anxious and awake.

Harviza smile. The bewok he had shaved a few days ago began to grow, adding a manly impression to his facial expression.

"A very good thing ya have to taaruf gini." Harviza fishing rod, he deliberately said for the sake of flexible preparation that will bring. Are ready to get married or are ready to separate. It is natural that he questions it, however, what he wants is not a momentary desire. Samira was already in his life when he was still not understanding. Still likes to joke around with a burning childhood sense.

Samira immediately frowned, the traces of Harviza's innocence are still remembered, can not forget, but he was an adult. Oh my God, mature. Can't keep hiding as the old Samira, who was always indifferent to Harviza until college really separated the man in his life. Samira's life is safe sentosa until lately boisterous again. It was once like a storm that he could only calm himself with his decision.

"Emang who is not as good should be taaruf same brother. Brother used to be the same prank as me. Bad brother. Where can I believe big brother seriously choose taaruf the same me than with kyai's son there. There can't be any offers for taaruf with their daughter!" said Samira, flowing as it is, freely without pause.

Harviza showed me a smile. His cup was trained to hear the flow of Samira's words, he liked it that way and Harviza prepared it. The white-copied man was surprised if Samira was silent. Summing up the annoyance that will make his face just tangled.

Harviza sipped some zam-zam water as he sighed.

"Still revenge turned out to be the same behavior I used to be. It's hard to forget it's the same age now. That's great of you, Sam. You remember me from childhood. But don't worry, I'll apologize to you until you're satisfied."

Harviza's hand stretched out, then looked at Samira who was looking at her hand then her face.

Really shrewd his hand to invite shaman, Samira hid his hand. Then he removed his face from Harviza's gaze.

Harviza's...

"I still have the patience to wait for your forgiveness, Sam. But maybe we can straighten out our current decision. When you can fly your choices well and I won't force you, I'm just—just be myself when I'm with you. You're my most comfortable place without being naive because you must know me well."

Samira breathed a little hard. You're stunned, but this is Harviza. He was too honest. Too anxious with him until suddenly the two cheeks that had been pinched by the man felt his scars now.

Samira touched both cheeks. He can't help himself now. Harviza is too fancy if he kicks without a chance, but accepting it easily is also not as easy as a beautiful and amazing first impression.

Samira was worried, but he also could not make Harviza wait because later even after their parents must ask for an explanation of their closeness.

Samira touched his chest while looking at Harviza almost without blinking.

"Don't like me?"

Harviza jerks. He did not expect Samira to say it directly without the medium of words anymore.

The wind blew gently, Harviza winked.

"Not like it, Sam." Her heart trembled before her testimony said, "More than that, I once promised to look after you in front of your mother before Amak died. That night when you cried in the hospital corridor. I respect him, my promise and my virtue now make it easier to like you." Harviza smiled as she tried to set a rumble in her heart.

Samira hurriedly lowered her face. Skin creeps. He admitted Harviza was there when he was devastated by his mother's pain. The Harviza family is there for him. Tight chest. If this is his destiny, consider Harviza's vanity to be his spice. Harviza deserves to be loved and her love will take her to the most beautiful paradise.

Samira took a deep breath. "God, I answer in a week, brother. Can you, can dong?" samira said with an urgent tone.

Harviza nodded without any objections. "My job is to just go through and wait because it's much calmer when the woman decides."

Samira stood up, she looked at everything that was presented before her eyes. Suddenly he concludes Harviza and his promise to his mother is the reason no love has been able to reach him all this time. Just Aslan was far from hopeful. Samira pursed her lips.

"To keep on being single, there is Harviz's brother who every day must pray in every corner and his tahajud. I accept it." Samira bobbing head. "Oh Allah, O Allah."

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