The Lost Half of the Heart

SHYH 8 | Just Dreams

"And among the signs of power - He created for you wives of your own kind so that you might tend to feel at peace with him, and be made - He among you is of love and affection. Verily in this are signs for the people who think." (QS. R-Rum: 21 )

Fisya looks very beautiful with a white kebaya dress that matches her hijab. A thin layer of makeup stuck to her face. A beautiful smile continued to be engraved as she was picked up by her future husband to leave for a nearby mosque.

Today is a happy day for Fisya, because soon he will be betrothed by Alqan, the candidate of the priest chosen by his Abi.

"You're so beautiful, son," praised Nuri for attending the show.

"Thank you, Auntie."

Nuri along with Uminya took Fisya's hand to enter the mosque. Meanwhile, Rayan could only follow the bride-to-be from behind.

Her heart breaks as she watches Fisya's marriage pledge with a man who does not love her.

Suppose that, at this time, Brayan wants to replace a jerk named Alqan.

"I marry and marry you, O Brayan Albani Jalaluddin, with my son Nafisya Haira Ramadhani, with a dowry, a set of prayers in cash."

Brayan shook Fisya's Abi hand and replied loudly, until the SAH word was heard from behind him.

Finally Brayan could smile widely as he looked at Fisya with a longing gaze. The wait for 4 years was not in vain. Currently Rayan has legally proposed Fisya as his wife.

After completion of the agreement, Brayan immediately breathed a prayer in the Fisya crowns in accordance with the guidance of the Prophet.

"Allahumma this as'akula min khoirihaa wa khoirimaa jabaltahaa 'alaih. Wa a' udzubika min syarrihaa wa syarrimaa jabaltaha 'alaih."

After that, Fisya immediately kissed Brayan's palm. However, when he was about to kiss Fisya's forehead, he arrived ...

Bruukkk

Brayan felt his body had fallen on the floor. "Ouch ... "the ringisnya while rubbing his head.

Brayan opened his eyes perfectly. He looked around, where he was still in his room dressed after the dawn prayer.

"It was just a dream."

Brayan let out a long sigh while violently displacing his hair when he realized what had just happened was just a dream. He tried to get up and drop his body on the bed again, as if he was disappointed with his dream.

"Why could I dream of marrying Fisya, huh? Is that a sign that Fisya and I are getting married?" muttered. However, that second also Brayan immediately dismissed his prejudice. "Ah, no way! Fisya's been tied up by another man. Dreams are just sleeping flowers. More dreams after the dawn prayer. These are all the deceptions of Satan. Azaghfirullahaladzim."

Brayan immediately rubbed his face rough and then went to the bathroom to clean himself.

"Yes, Abi wants to hasten your marriage to Alqan. Because good intentions are not delayed for long."

The rice that was just about to enter the mouth was only suspended in the air. Abi's speech made Fisya's heart race faster.

"Yes!" Umi nudges Fisya's arm which does not move.

"Eye." Fisya grumbled as the rice in his spoon spilled on the table.

"What the hell are you? Even dreamy."

"Sorry Umi."

Abi could only see Fisya's flat face. There were not even words to chim in on the remark earlier.

"So why do you think like that? Fisya would be happy if Abi was also happy. Because Abi and Umi's happiness is Fisya's happiness too."

Another on the lips, another on the heart. She does not want to make her Abi feel disappointed, if Fisya tells her the truth, that she does not agree to her marriage to Alqan.

"Yes, finish your breakfast. Abi will talk to Amir again. It's Sunday."

The hunger suddenly disappeared. Even to swallow it feels very difficult.

"O Allah, is Mas Alqan the man whom You have appointed for me? Then, is it wrong for your servant to have feelings for another man? O Allah, guide me so that I may find the soul mate whom You have ordained."

After helping Umi clean the dining table, Fisya immediately rushed to clean up. Although Sunday, but Fisya still going to the Boutique. Because usually Boutique will be crowded if the holiday.

"Umi, Fisya went to the Boutique, yes." said to Umi who was brewing tea for Abi.

"It's Sunday, yes! Why go to the store?"

"It's Sunday, Umi. Because many customers will come. Already, Fisya set off yes, assalamualaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam, be careful."

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Who does not feel annoyed if the trip must be blocked by traffic and red lights that come in front of the eyes.

Fisya can only grunt when some cars can't wait to get ahead of each other, even though they are stuck.

"Oh my goodness .. I can't wait!" gerutu Fisya when he saw a car memepet his motor in order to walk first.

"Eh, wait! That's Alqan's car. Who is she with?"

Fisya who briefly saw the woman in a car that is very familiar to him felt very curious. Moreover, the woman did not wear the hijab, while the mother Alqan always covered her head with a hijab when out of the house.

The sound of the horn from behind made Fisya jerk in his daydream and immediately run his motor. Throughout the journey Fisya still thought about who the woman in Alqan's car was. Even the message sent by Fisya alone has not been replied to by Alqan.

"She, you can't be so bad. Maybe it was his family." Fisya tried to brush off the prejudice.

After arriving at the store, it was already crowded. As usual, Fisya will intervene when the Boutique is crowded.

"Mom, there was someone looking for you, but since you were long, that person left."

"Who is he?"

"A quick look almost similar to the Riyan mas, but if that one was cleaner and did not say much. If Riyan mas surely he will immediately blog, well this is silent, Mom."

Unexplained, Fisya knew who the boutique waiter was referring to. It would be wrong if it was Brayan. But ... why did he come to the boutique? Is there anything to talk about again? But if there is, why not just contact? The two exchanged phone numbers.

Fisya immediately contacted Brayan's number. He was curious, why the man had come to the boutique without telling him first.

Meanwhile, Brayan, who was still around the Boutique, chose not to pick up the call from Fisya. I don't know where the encouragement that makes Brayan suddenly desperate to come to the boutique owned by Fisya.

"That's him on the phone. Lift it up, will you? If I lift up, what reason do I give you? Duh ... why was this foot even cheeked into the boutique, anyway?" Brayan cradles his phone, between wanting to pick up and ignoring a phone call from Fisya.

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