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Istikharah Love
Testify love above love
In this twitch of my prayer
The hidden heart
Make friends on a quiet night full of prayer
Call your name melodious
It is written in the prayer of love
Make choices as friends
Eternal to the end of time
Istikharah love called me
Begging for your lead
Name of loyal friend
My instincts say
Anticipated luahan rasa
Make one choice
Fulfill half my breath
In mahhabah longs
(Istikharah Cinta-Popularized by nasyid group STIGMA)
Sonia
She is basically not an innocent girl who has never known love, before she decided to hijab and study religion more deeply, precisely while sitting in the X class of high school, he also had a chance to smitten with his upperclassman, son of OSN, continued school basketball athletes as well.
Unfortunately the upperclassman turned out to have a girlfriend, making it just a secret admire, sad. Had been shot with a classmate as well, and because of his unkindness, he accepted, but it only lasted six months. As the time went on, when he took XII class, he began attending school and finally decided to hijab.
Thus, until now, since he hijab, he decided all forms of courtship, pedekate, TTM and so on. But breaking up does not mean that he is free from the problem of falling in love and being born in love.
She is still Sonia, who can also be fascinated by men, and is still a woman who is said to be very attractive to some men even though it has been hijab, even many say little in common with Aishwararai, Aishwararai, bollywood actress who is also a former Miss World.
Ustadz Hannan, it never crossed my mind to come home and menghitah himself. Ustadz, a graduate of the Moroccan university, had not long been a naji teacher in their mosque, but because of the sweet look of Afghan and also sholeh and smart, making it a hit among the mothers and fathers of the Risma mosque. Liqo's study friends will definitely be hysterical if you know ustadz Hannan comes to the house intending to propose to him.
He who had just removed his mucus from the magrib prayer that day, was startled by Agil who shouted.
"Samlekom's... Samlkom!!!" The boy rushed to the kitchen where Amak was.
"Waalaikumsalam, what's wrong Gil is right."
"Sir, outside there is ustadz Hannan, want to go home he said."
And soon there was indeed the sound of the front door being knocked, he just stood staring, trying to peek from behind the door, when the sound of rampage was heard inviting someone to enter.
True it was the sound of Ustadz Hannan, long enough to chat pleasantries, but it is not clear what the purpose is. And just as he turned around wanting to go back into the room, an unfamiliar bass voice was heard saying a greeting, making his body freeze, it was the voice of the man who had just sent him flowers this afternoon.
Slowly he pulled the curtain, no more than three centimeters, just to be sure, and rightly guessed, it was Dimas, wearing a blue dongker shirt that was very fitting in the male athletic body, he said, as well as the typical parlente display of state apparatus.
His breath was choked with the body shaking violently upon hearing the two men's utterance, that they had the same intention, wanting to crush him. And he's really suffering from acute flaccid syndrome right now.
Just when he really wanted to go back to the room, go back for a bit, tell him to make two cups of tea, imagine what he was nervous about. The journey carries a tray containing two cups of tea ahead like a trip to the shiroth bridge, one-one even splashed into hell, eh humming the point.
And he can breathe a sigh of relief when he heard the ustadz Hannan say goodbye home, soon followed by Brother Dimas who permission to go home. Huffhhh, finally. He appeared to help amak clean the remaining cups of guests when the front door was completely closed.
"There are two Sons, and both seeds are superior." Amak smiled meaningfully, which of course made him pias. And he just kept silent not responding to the words of amak.
"I like ustadz Hannan, but I prefer the same oom handsome cop, same oom handsome cop!" Agil also followed out loud.
"Huss, kids can't go along." Amak ruffled Agil's hair and he could only sigh softly, choosing to enter the room.
And it turned out that Amak caught up with him in the room, sitting on the side of the bed, clasping his hands tightly. " Istikharah prayer if you are worried, ask God for guidance. Both are good, but God's choice is certainly the best."
He just nodded slowly, trying to smile, "Sir Dimas Duda Mak." I don't know why it came out of his mouth.
"Young?" Repeat the rampage, and he nodded.
"His daughter is one, 4 years old, but she lives with her mother Dimas."
"His wife?"
"His wife died in childbirth."
And amak nods slowly seem not so blame the status of Dimas, "sholatlah, make a choice if you have established your heart, amak always pray for the best for children amak."
Amak then came out of the room and closed the door, trying to give him time to think, just as he wanted to close his eyes, his phone vibrated, a sign of a message coming in, a new number was written.
[Official, ukhti]
His heart was racing, between wanting to reply to that message or not. Finally he decided to pay it back.
[Waalaikumsalam, who is this?]
[I'm Hannan, bother you?]
Deggs...
[No, what's wrong?]
[I'm sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say, please consider my good intentions. If so happy rest ukht, again pray right?]
[Why?]
[Can I send a message later tonight to remind lail prayers?]
[Sorry, my HP is off after 10 p.m.]
[On dong]
[Okay, missed call, Syukron]
[Together, Nighty night, ukhti]
Hahh???...
Should be happy right, there are attention men want to remind night prayers, is not this type of thing that he craved a long time ago. The type of man understands religion that can remind each other in kindness. But why would he wish that Dimas' brother should have sent him such a message. Since when was her brain shortened, just because the man sent her flowers, no no.
Dimas hasn't even contacted him since he came home that night, like he was swallowed by a flood, the man disappeared...
To be Continue...
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