The Pledge of Love Embroidered Heaven

CHAPTER 71. Graduations

Just like the end has an end. Similarly, a meeting will lead to separation. Humans sometimes forget that nothing is eternal in this world, as far as hands are clasped and hearts desire. God's will is much fairer.

It was a thrilling time for me today. Likewise with friends and friends and the genk I feel the same way. The day today. My graduation day in high school, precisely at the M. A. M. Muallimin school. It means that I have passed the high school level and will be a prospective student at the university of my choice.

On the one hand I am happy with my graduation today, on the other hand I feel sad. There should have been my father and mother who accompanied me and congratulated me on my graduation. But destiny says something else. Their departure divine lap is too fast for me, too short. How today should be, they both feel what I feel.

I was sitting in the school garden, where I used to hang out other than in the school cafeteria. Sitting alone while staring at the field that is still rippled by third-graders. They were accompanied by their father, their mother. I smiled watching their happiness from a distance.

In this school, many memories are depicted. Whether it's fun or sad. All will be memories that will always be recorded in my brain, and if I miss, those memories and happiness I can retriff back.

The cotton-like white clouds, lightly marching accompanied the blue sky.

"Hay, Nisa, are you alone?" Fey comes to say hello along with Sadam, Jovan and Jihan.

I sniffed my shoulders. "Who are you guys looking at when I'm sitting with who's trying?"

Fey looked at his friends alternately, then looked back at me. Sadam shakes. "There's no one."

The huft!

"Ustadz Azzam does not accompany you, Nisa?" ask Jihan.

"No, he's still in Tangerang. Said tonight insyallah arrive."

They all understand.

"You're moving on after this, Nisa?" fey asked as he placed his bag on the garden table.

"Yes," I said briefly.

"Whoa, the wife should go where the husband goes. It wants LDR-an trus," madam.

"Yes, I think I'm still LDR-an nih," said Jovan grieved.

Jihan showed me a brochure in the middle of us. "From the language of the unfaithful. Mending you think you want to enter which university. I think it's more useful to discuss."

Fey grabs the brochure that's still in Jihan's hand. Open while reading a glimpse of campus information.

"UGM is still the best right now?"

"Yes, the best university in Indonesia is still achieved by UGM!" said Jihan have fun. He was very eager to be part of the university of his dreams.

"Wish I could go there, yeah" Jihan said.

"Amin, with all your efforts, I'm sure you can do Jihan," I said convincingly, encouragingly to Jihan.

"You all want to go to college?" jovan asked, staring at his friends in turn.

"hey are. Do you not want to? Do you want to go straight to work?"

Jovan grunts. "work... Lecture... Workings... Lecture... " Jovan counted the buttons of his shirt making a choice, similar to when he picked the answer on yesterday's test.

"Work."

"Hm... I think I'll just work. Uh, but I'm gonna go to college" he added.

"Tuition with work? Are you sure you can split your time?" I asked to confirm Jovan's intentions.

"Can call. Work afternoon. College night. But like I'm not going to choose a public university, I might choose to study in private."

"Yes if you can. Yeah it's okay. As long as you can keep up with it," my advice.

Sadam patted Jovan on the shoulder. "Well, now I hope, all five of us, can succeed in our own way."

"If you are Sadam, what are your plans after this garden?" Jovan asked back.

"I don't think I'm going to college, Jo."

"Trus? Work?"

"I will follow the military selection," Sadam replied flatly.

"Brittl... Steady it. If you fit the posture, Sad."

"But how are you ordinary?" tanyaku, seeing Sadam as not showing his euphorian look.

"Actually I was asked by my father to follow in his footsteps as a police officer. But I think it's best because I'm the only boy in the house. Even though I look like my father's love is a little different than my sister, Kayla. But last night, for the first time, Dad invited me to an intense chat. Because since my mother died slowly my attitude changed but I didn't know what was going on, I felt like my father was back to being a gentle man, and the same concern when my mother was still by our side." Long breadth Sadam conveyed about what happened and as he wished.

While I who heard Sadam's story also felt empathy. I think Sadam's life is still much luckier because there is still a father who can continue to be beside him and provide support for the success of his son. He can still do his service to parents, even if it is only to his father.

Me? I can show my devotion to my late mother's father with the chanting of prayers that come down with the meteka in the barzakh. May they always have peace and be kept away from the torment of the grave.

Jihan's hand waved for a long time in front of my face. I thought I was just silent for a few minutes.

"Well, why?"

"I asked, what about your own expectations, Nisa? What's your plan?"

I raised both of my eyebrows while exhaling softly. "I? My original plan was to follow a scholarship to S1 abroad. That's also if I graduate and Ustadz Azzam allows, but otherwise I'll take a university in the country."

Maybe this is where we end up exchanging stories and expectations with each other, after completing this graduation. Hm... Time passes so fast. We will all focus on each other's affairs and life after this will probably be a little different. Intense communication may not be possible with face-to-face anymore.

That sir over there

The sound was captured by my eardrum.

I looked towards the source of the sound.

"Dad Ahsan and Mother Hamidah" I muttered.

My friends are looking in the same direction. "That's your mom and dad coming, Nisa," said Fey, staring at the edge of the futsal court. There stood my father and mother walking towards us.

"Yes" answered the four at the same time.

With long strides, I approached Father Ahsan and Bu Hamidah with a fluffy smile. Immediately I hugged his vulnerable body because of their age which is not young anymore. They took turns to kiss my head in love, as they used to do.

I stared at their faces with joy, full of happiness.

"Dad, you're here?"

"Yes dong, baby. Mom and dad want to also feel the euphoria of happy mother's son welcoming graduation, "mom's smile is full of pride.

"Congratulations, father's daughter. I'm happy with your performance, baby. Although Nisa, it often makes father and mother upset. But Nisa remains the pride of father and mother." Father's hand moved rubbing the shoots of my head covered in white hijab.

"Thank you mom and dad. You are role models for Nisa to become a better person again," I said tightly hugging the bodies of the father and mother alternately.

"Honey, this is a congratulation from father and mother, yes, for father and mother's daughter." She handed me two flowers and a paper bag.

"Not a lot of flowers, mom?"

"This is one of us and the other of your husband."

"From brother?" I grabbed a bouquet of white roses and kissed them. Calm down for a moment when you smell this flower. I realized a piece of writing was written there.

Barakallah my dear♥♥

May your science be useful... Sorry I can't be next to you right now. Prayer will always be with you, my dear. Success always. My love 💓

My smile flushed as I read the lines of speech and love from Azzam. That guy can always make me smile.

"Thank you again... Daddy mom. Mom and Dad are the best." I kissed the back of the second hand in turn.

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Azzam stepped into the rector's chamber. The sound of the door creaking softly as one of the staff invited Azzam to be able to meet Prof. Dr. Muhammad Abdul Kahfi, Lc. MA'S.

Azzam definitely stepped in. He knows the prof very closely. Dr. Muhammad Abdul Kahfi, Lc. MA'S. As the rector of the state Islamic university where Azzam got an offer to call as a teacher here later. He was a lecturer at Azzam while studying strata 1 in Jakarta, and now he was transferred to Tangerang.

Ustadz Muhammad Abdul Kahfi, who used to greet his students with the nickname Ustadz Kahfi was one of Azzam's favorite lecturers. He greatly admired the character and brilliant ideas of the lecturer.

Incidentally also the main supervisor of Azzam while composing the thesis is Ustadz Kahfi, it is while gluing the intimate relationship between Azzam and Ustadz Kahfi, the gray man. But even so, his spirit was still blazing beyond the spirit of young people.

Ustadz Kahfi while still teaching in Jakarta including lecturers who are friendly and different from other lecturers. Azzam was at least lucky to get him as a guide. There was no significant difficulty for Azzam to complete his thesis strata one and it was Ustadz Kahfi who always encouraged him to continue his S2 studies in Egypt. He even contacted his co-workers there. In order to help Azzam to take care of all the needs for his studies in Egypt.

Ustadz Kahfi is one of the people who according to him most meritorious for his educational career so far. He supported all-out so that Azzam would follow the advice of Ustadz Kahfi to continue his studies in Egypt only and when finished the two were still often related.

Now his career at the age of a head of six semangkin brilliant, even already two periods he was entrusted to become rector here.

Verily the learned shall be exalted by Allah. It is the word of God in Surah Al-Mujadilah, verse 11.

"...Allah will exalt those who believe among you and those who are given knowledge of some degree..." (QS. Al-Mujadilah [58]: 11).

Allah will also raise the level of knowledgeable people, both knowledge and religious knowledge.

Because with science, one will better understand how this life was created and explore the knowledge of the power of Allah SWT as the creator. The learned man will be afraid to do things that contain sin because he has knowledge of the power and also the greatness of Allah SWT.

Azzam still remembers the cult that was delivered by Ustadz Kahfi, he said, demanding knowledge must be done by humans. In addition to lifting his degree, a knowledgeable person will be made a better person by Allah SWT.

Talk about people who are elevated in the degree of science that includes people who teach science, people who always learn science, people who listen to science, and people who love science. Do not be the fifth person, those who have no attention to science, because of his busyness related to world affairs.

"Assalamualaikum.." Greet Azzam to the man who served as rector.

"Wa'alaikumsalam... Please sit Azzam." Ustadz Kahfi.

Azzam shook his lecturer's hand first. And then just sit down.

"Alhamdulillah happy me when I see the students I taught once now have successfully completed their studies" said Ustadz Kahfi.

Azzam smiled. "My success is not separated from the support of Ustadz as my lecturer at that time until now."

"How did you get your education there, good?"

"Yes, Ustadz. There were many experiences I had never received before in the place where I set foot"

"That's the food I really ask you to continue your S2 studies there Azzam," said Ustadz Kahfi, he confirmed a little location glasses. "How are you, Zam. Family must be now, right?"

"Alhamdulillah be healthy, Ustadz. I also have a family now. Thank God" Azzam smiled.

Ustadz Kahfi laughed softly, then nodded. "So, right you're taking this campus offer call, to invite you to contribute to the progress of this campus, Zam?" Ustadz Kahfi received the map handed over by Azzam.

"Of course, Ustadz I don't want to waste Ustadz's offer on me, especially ustadz has pushed me a lot in order to be a useful and useful human being for people around. And my knowledge that I got when I went to college. God willing I am ready to share with my level siblings."

"Thank God, it doesn't feel in vain what I once instilled in my students when teaching first. Then I accept this file and you can teach your students here. For his SK will be as soon as possible the campus publish."

Azzam's face was blushing, his smile endlessly emanating from his face. "Well, Ustadz thank you very much for the offer ustadz allowed me to join this university. And I will try to contribute as much as possible to the progress of our campus, ustadz"

"Who, I believe in your determination Azzam. Since I saw you were an ambitious student, I was happy to get such a student." Ustadz Kahfi resuscitated his body to the head of the chair. "For a place to live how? I know you still live in Jakarta right now, don't you?"

"Yes, ustadz. "

"If you haven't got a house for your house and family. We have a special forum for educators here."

"Alhamdulillah I have got a house and I think very bright for our stay later. But first thanks for the offer."

"Thank God then."

After the chat, Azzam felt very satisfied for his meeting this time. After that, Azzam will prepare some things for his transfer to Tangerang. Includes items or necessary home funiture.

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