Thunder on Earth Love

Pujangga Nights

Mr. A: Good night My Ara!

A notification of Shafa's incoming message. He who is currently enjoying the beauty of the night from the window of his room, his body moved from sitting down to pick up a cell phone located on his bed. Reply to Mr.A's message.

The smiling sender got a reply from a contact he named My Ara.

My Ara: Good night Mr. A! Instead of saying greetings, even pretentious to be a village boule.

Mr. A: I'm a city bule, not a village bule. Assalamu'alaikum My Ara!

My Ara: Wa'alaikumsalam

Mr. A: What else?

My Ara: Relax again, sitting near the window while enjoying the night breeze.

Mr. A: Same dong, I also again relax digazebo park. Ara...

My Ara: What?

Mr. A: You know what?

My Ara: No...😉

Mr.A: Started by the nyebelinya😡 You see no clouds around the moon is scaly?

My Ara: Yes, why?

Mr. A: Said the old man first, it's a sign in the sea again a lot of fish.

My Ara: I still believe in myths

Mr. A: Believe not believe, believe it

My Ara: Idih. Who had his fish in hiding because of the moonlight.

Mr. A: You little boy! He joked very hard.

My Ara: 😅😅😅 Pak mamat again selling satay.

Mr. A: Set bye! Want to know not the continuation.

My Ara: Yes...*Ter*us how?

Mr. A: Please tell me on the moon, I minjem nets.

Shafa just smiled to himself. Surely the flutter will come out. He also returned a message from Mr. A.

My Ara: What's up?

Mr.A: Make a net of unrest in your heart. Then throw it into the ocean. Replacing it with Sampan love pitched loyalty. The waves are heading for the island of Asmara. Aged with the lover of the heart there.

Shafa shook his head while smiling. There was-there really was this friend. He always dyed the days of Shafa with his nyeleneh messages. Success makes Shafa smile. But how could he know that his heart was currently in a fret? Shafa was worried about his father. They have not met for a long time. His father must be lonely right now. But, his own ego defeated the worry of the father. Plus, his mind was troubled with a figure that resembled Fachri being hugged the other day. Makes his heart more uncertain.

My Ara: Don't give me a boat to cross the Ocean let alone hit the waves! This soul is too tired, rowing in uncertainty.

Mr. A: Never get tired of rowing! Never give up on the waves of life. If it feels bitter, then enjoy the bitterness. There will be a disguised pleasure from that bitter taste. Remember that! Enjoy coffee because of its bitter taste.

The two exchanged messages under the bright moonlight. Shafa always felt comfortable when communicating with his friend. There was a sense that he never realized, slowly it penetrated his soul very gently. Until he did not feel if the satire of the barrier began to blur.

*****

At the same time, a young man was sitting on the porch of the mosque. He also stared at the bright moon that night.

"Assalamu'alaikum Gus!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam!" the young man answered from his daydream. "When did you come Az? It has not been here for a long time" he said, welcoming with a warm embrace.

The dreamy young man was Afif, the son of Kyai Husni. And his friend who came was Azim, Aldiansyah Fauzul Azim. Afif's friend from Jakarta who happens to now live in his city. They met in an Afif-guided way of preaching. It has been a year since they did not meet because Az took a leave of absence from college to help the mother's business.

"Sorry Az! I was completely unaware of your arrival" said Afif. They are now sitting together at the mosque. "Oh yeah, how's your business? Smoothly?" ask Afif.

"Alhamdulillah Gus, smoothly. I can start college again tomorrow." Implied feeling excited and happy when Az said he would go to college again. His longing for the campus atmosphere will be treated. He can continue his education which has been delayed.

"Alhamdulillah Az! Stay excited don't give up. Everything has to have a way. We're the ones who have to try to find her."

"Yes Gus, everything must be cultivated and must go through a process." Azim looked at Afif who seemed to be harboring something. Unlike usual he saw a look of worry on the shady face of his best friend. "What's bothering Gus Afif?"

Instead of answering, Afif asked Azim a question. "Have you ever fallen in love at first sight?"

Azim frowned in surprise, then smiled looking at the person beside him who was still staring at the sky. "Of course Gus has, but he's not for me. Is Gus Afif in love?"

Afif turned his head, but then switched the conversation. "Don't keep calling me "Gus", just call me Afif. Don't be too formal either. Just like anyone. We're friends."

"Ok Afif, but answer my question first!"

The sound of breaths was heard from Afif. A feeling weighed down his heart. The feeling he believed in was love. But isn't it her love's fault?

"It looks so Az. Do I think of a girl who has not yet become my muhrim? I really don't understand myself Az. He was always flashing in my mind" said Afif who looked frustrated with feelings beyond his control.

"Isn't love a gift and it has become human nature to love each other. There is no sin in loving as long as we are within the limits of the Shari'a. Of course you understand more about it" Azim explained.

Afif is still in the turmoil of fire that ignites his love. Only this time was he caught up in such a feeling.

"If you may know, who is the girl who managed to drown my best friend in the pool of romance?" Azim's hand hugged Afif's shoulder, giving a slow shake.

"I don't know Az" replied Afif Lirih.

"What's... How can Fif?" Azim took off his embrace.

"Yes I really don't know who that girl is. The first time I saw him was hilly near the rubber garden behind the pesantren. At first I was just walking around looking for fresh air. Then I heard a scream, after I looked for the source of the sound. I saw a girl crying there. She was very beautiful and graceful despite her tears. She's a pretty girl with an orange hood."

"Then?" Azim was curious about the continuation of his best friend's story.

"I left the girl for fear of causing mudlorat."

"You didn't get to know him?"

Afif just nodded his head. Azim even let out a laugh. Laughing at Afif who was made a fool out of love. Afif should have met the girl before he left. But Az knows how his best friend keeps the boundaries with the opposite sex. His name is also kyai's son.

"Why are you laughing Az. Nothing funny."

"That's funny you're Fif. Of the many princess kyai who put the same heart you why an Afif Akbar Maulana even interested in a mysterious girl."

"It's a matter of Az's heart. Do you want to marry without love? Although I'm kyai's son but I don't want to marry abi's chosen woman if I don't love her" Afif said firmly. Then he fell his body on the floor with both hands as a base of the head.

" No, not Fif. I also want to marry on the basis of love."

Azim and Afif enjoy the night with a light joke. Although Afif is the son of Kyai but his mindset follows the times. He is not a corrupt man, who is only fixated on a tradition. But he prefers to be free to create in the outside world. Even so he remained on the path of Shari'at religion. In fact, he also successfully became a hafidz and graduated as a graduate of the Tarbiyah Faculty. Afif also helped his ashes teach at the school.

Azim himself actually remembered a woman in his past. The woman he had destroyed his future. The woman he loved so much. Fate also makes a gap between them because of their mistakes.

And under the night sky. The hearts of people struggle with their own feelings. No one knew the hearts of the men were attached to one woman. Afif, Azim and Mr.A, they are stuck with Shafa's charm. Who will penetrate the heart of the girl?

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