The Love Story of Children Santri

Chapter 36 - Likes Grief at the Police Station

"Mas Adam!"

Adam's steps came to a halt when a woman called his name. The woman was none other than Asthma, who chased her out of the police station.

Adam turned his head, along with Ummi and his Aby.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" ask Asthma doubtfully.

Adam looked at his parents. Ask them to wait in the car. Adam will meet Asthma for a while.

They chatted in a park there, a place where many people passed by.

In order to keep away from slander Adam and Asma sat on separate benches despite their position side by side but there is little distance.

"Pardon the father of Asma, if all this time the father has been kilaf and committed sins. Asthma and mom really don't know if dad did that. Perhaps, father still grudges because of our matchmaking at that time. But Asthma, can accept it sincerely if we are not a match, and Mas Adam is not the match of Asthma. Asma has scolded him but father …."

Asthma can no longer continue her words. The breath was so tight, the tears could no longer be contained.

Adam heard the sound of his crying. However, unable to see. Adam just silently let Asma cry until her crying subsided.

"I can't wipe away your tears, but this handkerchief can help you."

Adam looked straight ahead, but his hand pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to Asma who was sitting next to him.

Doubtfully Asma took the handkerchief. Put it on the eyes that are already swollen.

"Thank you" said Asma.

"I know how you feel now. Who would have seen a father stay in the bars, but if it is because of his mistake you have to do only sincerely accept what has happened. Every act must have its reciprocity. Let's take his wisdom from all this, hopefully this will be a lesson for your father later. Don't take this as the end of your life, but think of it as a rebuke and a trial to make your faith stronger. God gave the test to his servant to lift his degree. My family and I have forgiven your father"

Asma cries began to stop, the clear liquid did not pour anymore.

"Honestly, I'm ashamed of everything you've done. But, I can what's happened. Adam, you really are a good, sincere man. That's why I fell in love with you to force you to make an arranged marriage all because I'm obsessed with you without thinking about the consequences of my actions. From the beginning what I wanted was always fulfilled and always my father granted, but I did not realize if only God knows the soul mate. So I thought I could have Adam. I underestimate destiny, Mas Adam is not an item that I can have whenever I want, but Mas Adam is a human who has the right to make his choice. Forgive Asthma, Mas Adam."

"Already Asthma, don't cry. Remove your tears. I don't want anyone to cry just because of me. Believe me Asthma, Allah has determined the soul mate of his servants, if I am not your soul mate it means that Allah has prepared another soul mate, which is better and more sincere than me. It's just that you haven't met him."

"Are we still meeting? Even if it's just a friend."

"I never considered you an enemy. And I never broke the cord, the door of the house will always be open for you."

"Thank you Adam."

"Sama-sama, remember! God has prepared a soul mate for you so don't be sad anymore. Then I say that Aby and Ummi are waiting."

"Yes, please."

Adam bowed his body after standing up and left Asma who was still sitting on the park bench.

Asma immediately stood up intending to catch up with her mother inside. However, his body suddenly clashed with a young man as a police officer.

Somehow Asma suddenly remembered the words of Adam, if God had prepared a soul mate for him just had not met. Asma had thought if maybe this cop was her soul mate?.

But when he saw that face, his eyes immediately widened, his lips throbbing as if disgusted.

"Ehm," the officer broke his daydream.

"Be careful if the road is Mba."

"I-yes, sorry sir," he told the officer who walked away.

"Oh my God, is he my soul mate? No way, my soul mate's father," his shuddering inner man was horrified.

It was inconceivable that she would marry a man her father's age. Moreover, the thick mustache was still being imagined by him.

"Ih! no!" he shouted as he shook his head as if brushing off those bad thoughts. Many times Asma patted her face hoping she would wake up in her dreams.

"From the point that I think macems are better to go inside" he said, stepping into the police station.

Just now his steps arrived in front of the terrace and were about to open the door. His body again collided with someone, making him fall, lucky Asthma can still balance his body.

"Eh! Azaghfirullah."

"Eh, I'm sorry, Mba" said the man who hit her.

"Sir Yusuf"

"Aspie"

At the same time they called.

"What father is here? Already changed profession to become a police officer. Pantesan no longer taught."

"Who said to be a cop. I'm here because there's business."

"Oh that's it."

"I told you not to call me father. I'm not your father."

Joseph felt uncomfortable when he called his father. For him he is young and not old does not deserve to be called father.

"Then what dong? Uncle, grandpa?" Asma made Joseph more and more upset, so Joseph better leave him.

"Eh, wait sir? I mean Brother Yusuf."

Joseph breathed a rough breath and turned, flatly staring at Asma and turning him in any direction.

"What?" With a sigh Joseph asked. Their relationship was more like an enemy than a teacher and a student.

"When will Joseph teach again?"

"Why? I wish you hadn't seen my face?"

"Ih! Who said, there are still many times a guy who has to be in kangenin but not a big brother. Our age is far apart."

"O yeah! Watch out if you like me."

"Ih! Just get more nervous."

"I won't be teaching anymore, so don't wait for me let alone kangenin."

"Actually the intention is not really good. If not, don't teach, brother."

'This is a really nice kid. Not in school not outside," Joseph's mind then sauntered away.

"That's a bad boy," said Asma then stepped in.

*****

Joseph went into a room to meet a prisoner. Apparently, the one Yusuf met was Anshor the man who was the cause of the slander.

The two of them did not know each other, but there was hatred and anger in them if they looked at each other.

"Who do you want to see me?" ask Anshor with a ketus.

"I am Joseph, the sister of a woman whom you have slandered."

There was no fear or guilt for Anshor when he heard Joseph's words. In fact, not even apologizing. Anshor's self remains haughty under any circumstances.

"What is your purpose in spreading this slander? He made my brother a scapegoat. Innocent girl, whom you slandered for personal gain."

Joseph looked at her coldly.

"Why do you want to know? You know who I have a problem with? Pesantren Annur, anyone who comes into contact with that place means something to do with me. And you need to know I hate those pretentious people who have dared to hurt my family especially my daughter."

Joseph approached, calmly saying.

"Are you not a Hajj? How long did you need to get that title? Maybe you can afford it and in just a short time you can get that degree. Now I ask how much money you've spent, right to get that title? It must not be a little. Maybe for those of you who are very rich very little does not require large costs. But really very dear, you spend millions of dollars, spend weeks just to get the title of Hajj, but your heart still holds grudges, spite, envy, and dzolim. It is better to throw away that title if your heart is still dirty. If I were you I'd be so ashamed of my attitude."

"Don't judge others, you're not necessarily right."

"I'm not saying I'm right and smart. I am just an ordinary person who has not escaped sin. But trying to avoid sins. Are you aware? Satan has possessed you until you fall into the ranks of the polytheists. You believe in shamans, and the Jin nation. Sending something bad to harm someone else. All because of the resentment in your heart so you can't see what's right and wrong. I just want to remind you, go back to the right path, cleanse your heart with good things. I do not hate you for slandering my sister, and I hope that God will forgive your sins and show you the right way."

Anshor fell silent, neither refuting nor saying a word. After saying that Joseph sauntered away leaving his still pondering.