The Enemy Brings My Destiny

Arrival of Anira

"Good night. I'm sorry, is this really Mr. Ilario's residence?."

"Night, miss. Is correct. This is Mr. Ilario's house. Is there any need with him, miss ?."

"Yes. I want to meet him. Is he home?."

" There, miss. Sorry, who are you ?. And what's the need?."

The girl still displayed her sweet and friendly smile. " I'm his brother, sir. I just came from Uzbekistan. "

" Oh. Sorry, lady. I don't know about it. Then please come in. Master is inside. "

" yes. It's okay, sir. Alright. I'm in, sir ?."

" Yes, please, miss."

The beautiful girl with yellowish hair along her waist came into the house. His eyes examined every interior that decorated the house.

"Excuse me..." He asked a woman he thought was the officer at his sister's house.

"Yes, miss ?." Asked the woman while paying attention to the appearance of the girl before her from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

" His master Ilario is there ?."

" Mister is in his room, miss. Sorry who are you ?." Asked the woman still paying attention to the face of the beautiful girl in front of her.

The girl smiled." I'm Anira. Mr. Ilario's sister. " The girl replied, still smiling.

" Huh. Sister ?. Oh gosh. Sorry miss. Please, sit down first non.." bargain that woman who is none other than Tania, the influence of Ezar.

" Oh. No. gabe. Thanks though. I just want to meet my sister. Where's the room, if I may know ?."

Tania was silent not directly answering. He knew that now his employer was not okay because of the quarrel that occurred with his wife. Even after her mistress left, her parents had not been willing to leave the room until tonight.

"eeee. The master's room is on the second floor, non. Let me take you. "

" Oh. Ja. Let's." Let's."

Tania guided the girl named Anira upstairs, right in front of her master's room door.

"This is his room ?." Tanya Anira made sure.

Tania nodded "yes, non. This is sir's room. "

" all right. Thank you, yes. "

" Together, non." Tania then left Anira.

Carefully, Anira opened the door of Akhtar's room. The first object he saw in front of his eyes was a man standing straight on his back.

Anira walked slowly closer to that body.

" Allahu Akbar."

Deg.

The body that he was sure of was his brother crouched down after saying the two words earlier. The body stood up again and then moved again to rest by touching his face on a rectangular cloth that was titled on the floor.

What did he do ?. Isn't that a worship movement?. What's he...?. Oh no !!. In her silence, Anira continued to fumble in her heart.

"Assalamualaikum. " The face turned to the right. Then look to the left and say the same thing.

Anira was still standing glued to the doorway with her eyes constantly watching the man who seemed to still be very focused on his activities.

" Athaghfirullah's... Astarghfirullah... Astarghfirullah...

Oh Allah... The sick man, O God... The sick man watched his tears. Servant was too selfish of him. What should I do, O Allah... Give your servant guidance, my Lord...

If the servant cannot be with him, please give him a better mate...

Aami... Yes Rabbana..."

What is he doing ?. Is he worshiping ?. It looks like he's heartbroken. Did he like another woman again after his wife's death ?.

" Anira ?!."

Anira immediately came to her senses when her name was called. "Sister." said Anira a little surprised.

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The two months that he told Azrinna that there was work abroad were actually a joke. Akhtar never did any of that. He did have several companies abroad, but since he returned to Indonesia with Azrinna at that time he was no longer abroad. Especially in Uzbekistan.

And for some reason his feet involuntarily approached the old man. It even offered to help the man sweep.

After cleaning the whole corner of the building. As he sat alone on the terrace of the building called the mosque, he seemed to get a spiritual flush when the old man told him some things about the religion called Islam.

Short story. After almost every day he went to the mosque and often gained a lot of knowledge about the religion of Islam, he decided to carry out a sacred process in order to enter as a religious community called the pronunciation of two sentences of shahadah, guided by a qualified religious knowledge owner, eventually he became a convert.

In the following days he also often visited buildings that had several classrooms and rooms, called pesantren. Until he did direct learning with ustadz-ustadz and Kyai there, making his knowledge more profound.

Two months is a short time. But because of his brain abilities that can be called perfect, Akhtar can quickly understand the material he gets.

The passing of his faith time is increasing and getting attached to the heart. And suddenly all that seemed to disappear when he was faced with the figure of Azrinna. The beautiful girl who had filled his entire heart space. Even without realizing it he had made Azrinna even more hate himself because he had wanted to harass the religious girl who was bravely wanted to kiss him.

Akhtar absolutely condemned the act. He also immediately begged forgiveness for his sins to the Owner of the Universe.

From noon Akhtar just locked himself in the room without wanting to go out at all. Not just mourning his grief. Akhtar instead made his own activities in the room without anyone knowing what he was doing in his room other than himself and his God alone.

From taking ablution to studying some Islamic manuals to Dzuhur prayer times, reciting, praying, also reading iqro' to launch its reading and continue on its Quran. G

And so on until unconsciously if out there the night sky is completely dark.

And that figure he had never seen for a long time was suddenly before him. He also believes that the figure must have witnessed the activities he did earlier.

" When did it come ?." Akhtar asked casually as if nothing had happened even though his heart was currently restless thinking about the reaction his sister showed.

Even the language that had not been used for a long time was reflexed out of his lips. The language of his native land.

" From earlier. " Answer to his sister who also uses the same language.

Anira approached and immediately hugged her older brother tightly. "What are you doing, brother ?. You do worship ?." Tanya Anira stared fixedly at Akhtar's face.

"I just found the light. My life's been too bleak, Anira."

"Dad will be angry, Ilario. "

" It doesn't matter. Thisismylife. He has no right to rule me. "

Those gray-sliced clear eyes stared intently at her brother's eyes. "He's your father. Of course you have the right to manage your life. " She said a little loudly.

Akhtar faced Anira's body with her body, holding onto that small and slender shoulder with a sharp gaze that stared intensely.

"Your brother is already a big boy. Even have their own family. Of course I'm not his responsibility anymore. And one thing you should know, Anira. He has absolutely no right to rule me on religious matters. It's enough we go far without having any grip at all. Now it's time for me to come back. "

"What are you saying, Ilario?." Tanya Anira was serious.

"Islamic. "

"Why did you choose Islam ?. Why not the others ?. Isn't that a complicated religion ?."

" beliefs. I am convinced that Islam is the right religion. I've even felt it myself now." Akhtar took his hand off Anira's shoulder.

Akhtar walked towards the window then his eyes barged out looking at the glittering mini-looking lights in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing here ?. " Akhtar asked with eyes still watching the beauty of the night from the window.

"I... I just want to go to my sister's house."

Akhtar immediately turned around when he heard his sister's voice that looked very stiff. He knew something was hidden from his sister.

Akhtar stood before Anira with a drawn look. "You can't lie to me, Anira. Tell. What made you come to Indonesia?."

Anira immediately looked down fully not daring to see the cold face of her brother. But Akhtar touched his sister's chin and raised the frightened face.

"Say." Akhtar said again.

"Dad asked me to stay with you. He told me to watch over you and tell him everything. "

"Then do you obey him?"

"of course. He's mydad. I can't possibly deny his orders."

Akhtar removed Anira's chin and immediately turned his face away. "alright. Whatever you're gonna do. Just obey his orders. You'll occupy the room on the third floor. " Say Akhtar without looking back at Anira's face again. Akhtar slammed his body on the bed and immediately drowned his face behind the pillow.

"What happened to you ?!. It's like you're not okay, Ilario?." Anira asked as she sat on the edge of Akhtar's bed. His wiggly hands drew pillows made by Akhtar's hideout.

" Anira. Go !. I don't want to be disturbed. " Akhtar growled and drowned his face again under another pillow.

"No!. "well. Anira is indeed her stubborn spoiled sister.

Akhtar raised his face with a sharp look. "Don't make me angry. Get out of my room !."