The Smile of Love Alura

The Same Taste

Max looked at Alura right into her net. What Alura had just revealed slightly shook her heart. What was the heart of this woman in front of him made of? it was easy to forget about her rejection all along.

"Stop crying" said Max stroking Alura's head.

"Sorry," said Alura wiping her tears using the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry, if you insist. I can't give you any certainty how long it will take me to accept all this."

Alura suddenly felt excited to hear Max's sentence just now. It means he has hope to be together.

"Max, I will try not to take too long," said Alura turning her position into crouching in front of Max.

"You're very confident" said Max.

"I will continue to pray to Allah, the All-reversing, that the ice in my husband's heart will soon melt away" Alura said without hesitation.

"As far as you go."

Max turned his wheelchair to get inside the house. The aura behind smiled. In her heart she was determined to try to melt her husband's heart.

Astrid just got out of the office. He walked to the parking lot to his car. Later that night he had an agenda to fill out Islamic studies at the mosque near his friend's house. Before reaching his car he noticed a woman standing next to his motorcycle looking confused. Out of curiosity Askal approached the woman.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. You need help?" ask Ask Askal has not seen the face of the man who has a motorbike because it stands behind him.

"Walaikumsalam." the woman turned around. They stared at each other for a moment then both turned their eyes in the other direction.

"You hit me the other day."

"Yes. Forgive my carelessness at that time," said Askal a little embarrassed considering his actions that afternoon.

"I'm sorry, '" the woman replied that she had no interest in having a conversation with Askal.

"Mdad need help?"

"My motor runs out of gas. I'm confused near here no one's selling it."

"Mdaddy wait here. I'll buy it for a while" Askal said, leaving the woman alone. He half ran to his car.

thirty minutes later Askal showed up carrying gasoline. He immediately approached the woman who was still faithfully waiting beside his motorcycle.

When she finished, the woman thanked him and immediately turned on the bike. Before the motor drove, Askal had asked what was the name of the woman who coincidentally met him twice.

"Call me, Laila." After saying that Laila immediately drove her motorcycle leaving Askal.

"Laila," Askal parroted. He turned to his car and left the office.

Askal now no longer lives with his adoptive family. From his work he was able to buy a house and a vehicle. Now he lives in Jakarta. Occasionally return to Padang to visit his adoptive parents.

Finished cleaning himself Askal sat in his room. Room containing one medium-sized bed, table and chair and two-door closet. On the wall are photos of him and his adoptive parents at graduation.

Ascal took the Qur'an on the table and took it to sit on the bed.

With tartil he read verse by verse. His heavy voice filled his room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ascal!"

Askal stopped his reading. In front of someone was greeting and knocking on the door.

"Walaikumsalam," said Askal as he pulled the door leaf.

"Ustaz Umar, let's go in." Askal greeted Ustaz Umar and then went to the living room.

"I fit right through here, so all of you stop by" Ustaz Umar said after sitting down.

"Sorry Ustaz, I haven't been to antum's house yet."

"It's okay, next time you bring a companion," Ustaz Umar continued with a smile.

"Well, there's no candidate yet, Ustaz."

"Akhwat who at that time told me what he wanted in the sermon?" ask Ustaz Umar.

"She is married, Ustaz," replied Askal with a sad changed look.

"That's it, means he's not an antum soul mate. Means Allah is preparing the best soul mate for antum." entertain Ustaz Umar while patting Askal's shoulder slowly.

"But it's hard to forget that, Ustaz. Since my teenage years I have known him. I'll just make it happen when the time is right."

"Askal, antum will know that the matter of a mate is the secret of God. If someone is not outlined to be our soul mate, however hard we try. Still not going together. Love is fitrah, it cannot be eliminated. But it can be diverted, from love to man to love to the Creator," Ustaz Umar said with a typical calm character.

Askal nodded twice, confirming what Ustaz Umar had just said. It is also his fault, liking Alura who is not halal for him. And the heart is so soft. If he is not good at managing it, then he will be entangled in lust.

"Astaghfirullah, Yes Ustaz. I got carried away with the feeling" Askal said honestly..

"Then get married."

"I feel like I want to focus more on the da'wah first, Ustaz," declined Askal subtle.

"When you get married, you can't focus on preaching?" ask Ustaz Umar.

"Askal, preaching is obligatory, is worship of God. Married also worship to Allah Swt. Look at the Prophet. He was married, he also preached. Everything goes in synergy. Don't make marriage a burden.

remember this Hadith of the Prophet:

"O young men, whosoever of you is able to marry, then marry immediately, for marriage will be more subdued and more respectful.” (Muttafaqun alaihi)."

Askal listened to feel slapped. Actually, he just reasoned. I cannot forget Alura. He preoccupies himself with preaching and work. Perhaps in this way his desire to marry Alura will be lost by itself.

"Sorry, Ustaz."

"That's it. Young people like you are too much of a balance. If Antum wants ta'aruf later let me ask the wife. Any idea there's a man ready to get married."

"Syukron, Ustaz," said Askal feeling bad.

"Either. Oh yes, this dakwah bulletin will be able to spread to pilgrims who antum fill." Ustaz Umar handed over the bulletin to Askal.

"I'll excuse you, then."

"Alright, Ustaz. God willing, I'll spread it out."

Askal and Ustaz Umar walked towards the door. Secretly Askal was envious of Ustaz Umar who chose to marry young when he was in college. Now Ustaz had four sons and a daughter. As for him, let alone children, the wife-to-be is not there yet.

Ascal went back into his room. The conversation with Ustaz Umar disturbed his mind. Ustaz Umar said. If he gets married now there will be a fatner of dawah together. Building a shared vision of mission. Surely his heart would be calm, no longer thinking of the woman who had already become the wife of another. No matter what, Alura is married.