The Pursuit of Fatimah Love

Interrogations

Day after day has changed, it does not feel like one week Fatimah left home, a week she has lived in her Bulek house in Jombang East Java. He also helped Bulek, teaching small children at the mosque near his home.

Bulek Aminah is the younger brother of Abi Firman. Her husband had died a year ago while serving as a peacekeeping special force to Lebanon. Now Bulek only lives alone with his only daughter who is still in the first grade of Elementary School.

"Fat, is your lecture over?" bulek asked when cooking breakfast, at that time he and Fatimah were making vegetable soup with potato dish.

"Already Bulek" he replied meekly,

Bulek Aminah, silent for a moment. He deliberately stopped the movement of his hand that was cutting potatoes, as he stared fixedly at Fatimah.

"You don't run away from home anymore, do you?" tanya Bulek began to interrogate. He knew what was going on with Fatimah. Unbeknownst to Fatimah, Bulek had told Abi Firman when his nephew had just arrived at his house.

Not intended to renege on the promise to Fatimah, at that time Bulek did not know the problems. He thought Fatimah was just on vacation as usual. Like Bulek will also give news to his brother so as not to worry.

"Bulek.." said Fatimah wistfully. He was unable to hold back his tears when he remembered that he had run away from home.

"Why?"

"No Bulek. I miss Umi and Abi"

"Yes come home Fat, it's just a hassle. Uh but Bulek didn't mean to kick you out. Precisely Bulek more happy when there is a friend here"

"Bulek for some time now, Fatimah lives here yes, Fatimah wants to try a new atmosphere" he did not dare to tell a story.

"Yes monggo nduk, you can also mate here"

Speaking of soul mates, Fatimah's smile faded again. He sighed deeply enough to remember the burden he was carrying right now.

"Here, don't daydream. After this there will be a study at the mosque next to the house. You please be the bearer of the syllabus yes, it happened that was in charge of saying if it can not be present is sick"

"Bulek, I'm not...?" Fatimah paused for a moment.

"But Bulek..."

"Bulek does not accept rejection in any form!"

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A young man with a slight wound on his leg was walking in the middle of the scorching sun. He is like a poet who wanders in search of the brink of his heart. Since his meeting with Fatimah some time ago he was touched by curiosity and admiration for the woman who helped him. He didn't even say thank you to the girl. Al was curious, because he was not usually rejected by a woman. But that morning, the charm of Al was unable to knock the heart of a Fatimah. The girl wouldn't even give me her cell phone number.

Women are very different from women in general. Usually women will give a number even himself willingly, or just on a date with me. But that woman, jutsru left me with a beautiful smile. 

Al, even felt dizzy when he did not come to find the woman. Countless were how many tablets of headache medicine he had swallowed.

Oh My Sister.

A name that he slalu echoed when walking to the segments of this homeland.

Al's move, halted when he was in a large mosque, he saw many people in Muslim clothes were flocking there. Al, who was feeling hot and thirsty chose to take a break sitting in front of a shop while holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand.

Since leaving home, the family of Mr. Bayu, revoked all existing facilities including credit cards and all assets owned by Al. The man survived with only the rest of the cash in his wallet.

Wa lilahi yasjudu man fis-samawati wal-ardi tau'aw kar-haw wa zilluhum bil-guduwi wal-asal.

To Allah alone is the corner (obedient) of all that is in the heavens and the earth, whether by will or by force and prostration) of his shadow in the morning and evening.

Al stunned to pervert. His hard heart suddenly trembled like nothing. There was a strange feeling in his heart space. He also closed his eyes when he enjoyed the verse in chanting.

"It was like a stranger, like I had heard that voice" he hissed in his heart in the midst of his closed eyes enjoying the strains of the holy verse.

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