The False Lover the Culun

Chapters 10. Harsya Basque - 1

Add all your happiness and sorrow to God, through prayer in each of your prostrations.

Bring all your troubles to the Creator, the Most Merciful God

and the Loving One will grant all your requests in a timely manner.

There is no need to worry, because God has promised, never once did He deny or betray.

Now, step forward with certainty, while that certainty you hang on to Him.

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# Sherina POV #

I thank God for teaching me so much about what happened. Now I am determined to always depend on all the things that happen in my life only to Him, the Owner of Life.

The moment things started to get heavy when I lost a meaningful person in my life, when my passion to continue living slowly dissipated, especially when everyone I hoped would be able to wipe away my tears started to drift away

At that moment I realized that only God would always be there as my place to lean on,

Now I will not be afraid anymore, even if no one cares about me anymore, or no one will look at me anymore because of my difficult living conditions.

I will only complain to Him in my every prayer and continue to move in whatever circumstances myself and my feelings are.

I believe everyone has the same chance to be happy.

I also do, I am sure that someday I will get happiness beyond the happiness I once felt..

I just need to be patient, waiting for God to decide the right time to grant my prayers.

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And I think this is the beginning of my patience.

It's been a month since I was first in Yogyakarta. Being away from Mother, let alone Father and Shafiyyah.

Although not easy, but all this time I have managed to connect

my life from day to day. There's not the slightest bit of regret I feel, which there is

it is just a great deal of gratitude for everything that has happened in my life.

Getting to this city also feels like a miracle, starting from a photo that I found on Dad's wallet, which finally took me and Mommy met with Aunt Wita. My decision to be here also did not escape the role of Aunt Wita.

This is where I am now, waiting for the results of the new student admission exam through the scholarship path that I took a month ago.

No ceaselessly I walked back and forth like an iron in a warehouse belonging to one of the famous private universities in Yogyakarta City, which is none other than my campus candidate, “Aamiin, my inner”.

After my first meeting with Mbok Yati and I expressed my seriousness and willingness to replace him as cleaning service at the University Office, only 3 days later, Mbok Yati came back to see me.

He gave good news if the campus accepted me to work there. And since that day I was no longer unemployed, I already had a job, plus the bonus of a former residence Mbok Yati, who was in the campus warehouse. Look, the evidence that God never left me and that God always granted my prayers.

Trinngggg

There was a sound from my phone, a sign of a message coming in.

My hands were shaking, I felt the sweat flooding my forehead and I was sure that this was not all because of the hot shed but because I was suddenly struck by an overwhelming nervousness.

The week before, I already had a plan, if I had to experience my worst-case scenario of failing the test.

I will continue to work as a cleaning service on this campus, and look for additional work on the sidelines of my work on campus.

All is still possible, because working hours on campus are only short, 2 hours in the morning and 2 hours in the afternoon when all lecturers have gone home.

“Good plan Sherina,” my praise on

by yourself.

Ten minutes I steadied my heart until I finally began to read what the contents of the message on the name of the sender listed the name of my prospective campus, “Aamiin,” my inner.

“Congratulations, the examinee with test number 2022.01.0067XXX-8 on behalf of Sherina Kanza, was declared Passed in the Nusantara University student admission exam with scholarship track.”

“Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, thank You Allah, my inner” thanks the Almighty.

Once again the Creator showed His power in my life, the Lord again granted my prayers.

I feel like yelling, my chest is tight but not a painful tightness. I exhaled my breath so I could feel calmer.  Although now my heartbeat has returned to normal, but my tears still do not stop.

“On whom should I share this amazing news?” my inner.

“Naila, yes Naila,” my mummies are excited.

I immediately contacted Naila via video call on an app on my phone.

Tuut…. Fr….

“Sherina,”

“Naila, how are you?” I asked, but there was no answer from Naila.

“Nai…. Naila's…. You still there?” call me once more. Because from the screen of my phone, there is a beautiful face Naila with a frowning forehead.

“You... You... You're Sherina right? You're my best friend Sherina, right?” tanyanya.

Naila's question of success has left me even more confused.

“Of course it's me!” My answer.

“Surely now you have another friend who is also named Sherina?” my continue.

I saw from the layer of my phone, the girl shook her head with one hand covering her mouth.

“Of course it's just you, but it turns out you're really pretty Sherina. I think promnight night, you look so pretty because of the hard work of the makeup artist. In fact you are really very beautiful Sherina,” said Naila honestly.

“Gosh, I forgot my glasses, my inner”.

“Hey, why are you daydreaming? Calm down, I won't sue you for a story if you still don't want to,” Naila said as if understanding what I was thinking.

“Now, tell me what's going on? Is there anything I can help you with?” continued.

“Nai, sorry…. I promise one day I will tell you everything,” my regret that Naila replied to.

“Naila….. Next week I have started college, I passed the Naila,” selection, I said with great enthusiasm.

“Wah, Sherina survived. I never doubted you. I'm sure you will graduate, but still I'm happy to hear it,” Naila said no less excited about me.

That night, the atmosphere of my room a.k.a warehouse was not as lonely as usual. Naila and I chatted all night, I don't know which one of us fell asleep first but when I woke up in the morning my phone ran out of power.

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One of the most beautiful mornings of my 18 years of life.

I was so excited this morning, taking a shower, getting dressed, that when I braided my hair, I didn't stop humming. Starting from Justin Bieber's song titled never say never which is the soundtrack of the film The Karate Kid, to the dangdut song owned by Siti Badriah I have sung like a concert on a magnificent stage.

Today is my holiday, and I have been planning to visit Mommy and Ayu at the Rehabilitation Hall. Finished with my geeky grooming, soon I walked cheerfully through the corridor.

There is no one else on campus,

my thinking. I stepped up to imitate the steps of a ballerina. My smile was sparkling when I imagined the beautiful face of Mother, “Mother, I miss…. Wait for me to come soon.”

My steps came to a halt when I realized I was wrong, I was not alone in this campus, “Since when did this man stand here? Did he see

all my aksiku?” my inner.

Because of shame I finally walked while looking down when I had to cross paths with him.

“Who is he? I just saw her for the first time. An industrious student,” my inner.

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On the way to the Rehabilitation Hall, I saw a street vendor who was trying out a pool.

Jenang is one of the typical Javanese snacks

made from rice flour or glutinous rice cooked with coconut milk and added brown sugar or white sugar.

And most importantly, I really liked it.

I decided to get out of the transport car and walk to the rehabilitation center, after I bought a jenang across the street now.

Look left and right before you start crossing the road, but if a disaster is going to happen then there is nothing else I can do to avoid it.

Suddenly out of nowhere, a red luxury car drove towards me at high speed. The surprised me could only peck at my place, as if resigned if this was the way my life ended.

Brrraaaaakk.

The sound of a car hitting a traffic sign surprised me.

“Jeez, his car...” pekikku.

Immediately I ran towards the car which started to emit a puff of smoke from the hood of the front of the car.

When I saw a man get out of the car, I immediately approached him. Kuraih both hands while kneeling apologizing, he said,

“Sorry.. Forgive me if because I crossed the road until your car hit a pole. Please forgive me, but I really can't afford to compensate for the damage to your car.” I said honestly without further ado.

Amidst my panic about the condition of the car that almost hit me, I lyrics the man I was holding his hand now looks at me with a strange look.

“Hai, I'm Harsya,” he said, “You're fine right?” tanyakanya.

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