Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

12. It's Beautyful to fall in love

...Lovely to fall in love....

...🌸Every thing that people in love do is always interesting, especially when a young couple knits in despair, putting together a plan.🌸...

Rinjani Jenar Adhitama's.

The first time I met Ghufron, I thought he was a stiff guy who was hard to joke around with. Because I rarely see Ghufron joking or talking to friends.

But after we often walk and chat it turns out Gufron is a fun person. Can bring yourself in every atmosphere. Can put yourself with ease, can get along with anyone.

In the community, he can act as a good leader. If he is with his friends, he can be a good listener. When he was with me, he turned into an unexpected figure. Sometimes friends, sometimes brothers, sometimes teachers, sometimes positive and pretentious advising like a father.

We have never been together, but our interaction is quite familiar. Because Ghufron often side with me, or invite me to go out to just unwind. We always went three, with Nalini.

What do we do when we go out? Discussions. We discussed anything. Sometimes it's my college assignment, Ghufron's thesis, Nalini's schoolwork, or something as trivial as the taste of the food we ordered, if we were eating at the diner.

Late that afternoon, the three of us were enjoying a meal at a restaurant. We went out on purpose, because there was no one at home. Om Dito and his wife were visiting the home of in-laws in Banjar state. The kids are coming, of course. I'm automatically home alone.

Usually I go home to Magelang, if the family is away. As college assignments piled up, I chose to stay home alone.

Not wanting to be fitnag, Ghufron invited me out with Nalini. We decided to stop at a restaurant because we did not find an idea where to go. The easiest, yes, to talk while eating.

We are quite comfortable here, in the most popular restaurant in the city. The banners read 34 sambal, 28 side dishes, 14 vegetables, 28 drinks.

As a final-level student who lives in ordinary circles, Ghufron can only invite me to eat at a restaurant that costs according to the bag. It doesn't matter to me, because I'm used to living as a commoner. Not a princess like my sister.

We were discussing the opening plan of the cafe and making a map of the future plan at that time. Ghufron explained fervently about how we can focus on realizing our dreams.

On the table, the file with the plan of the cafe floor plan scattered. But Ghufron was more interested in talking about other things.

“So gini, Nduk. Everyone must have a dream, if you think it can be a plan. If it has been prepared the plan, continued efforts can be a goal.”

At first I was not interested in the purpose of life. But when Ghufron explained, my thinking changed. I who had not been too dizzy about future plans, began to be interested because what was expressed mas Ghufron made me excited.

“Nalini already has a dream book, yes, Lin?" Nalini nodded, then Ghufron turned to look at me, "You should have too, Nduk. Let your life be purposeful, so no time is wasted.”

“Remember, Nduk. That time is precious. Hasan al-Bashri once said, O people, you are only a collection of days. Every time a day is lost, a part of you will be lost.”*

“You certainly know the hadith narrated by the imam of Bukhari, Tirmidhi and Ibn Majjah about time. Here's how it sounds: Prophet Muhammad SAW said, two blessings that many humans fooled into both, namely healthy and leisure.”

“There is again a hadith of the history of Imam Nasai and Baihaqi. There must be many who memorized because it has been used as a song and sung by the Raihan group. Know, right, Nduk?”

I flicked my finger because I knew and memorized the song. “By time, right, Mas?”

“Betul! 100 For you. Try the lyrics how?”

“For the sake of time, truly human losses. Except those who believe and do good deeds. Remember 5 things before 5 things. Healthy before sick, young before old, rich before poor, airy before narrow-”

“Stop!”

There's still one sentence I haven't been able to say, but it looks like Ghufron wants to explain something.

“Well! Lapang before narrow it means free time before busy. Well, that's obvious, right? Why should we make the best use of our time? So that life is not in vain, like the last verse of the song, live before death.”

“But, Mas. Not without a plan like the one I said earlier we can still use the time well?”

“Try to prove that you can make good use of your time without making a plan like the one you described earlier? For example today, you definitely have no plans, right? Mention what you did from starting to wake up to this point? No time wasted?”

I'm silent. Try to remember what I did from waking up at 3 am today until now. And I can only smile knots without answering Ghufron's questions. All day I did almost nothing. Even my dirty clothes haven't been washed for two days. My bad habits, stacking dirty clothes to the mountains, but can be washed immediately every day.

“There is not your time this day that is wasted? Must be a lot, right?”

“Even almost all time wasted, Mas.”

“Then, from tomorrow make plans, yes! If complicated make a daily schedule, just make it weekly or monthly. What goals you want to achieve this month, write in a book or paper. Put it where you can see it at all times, let you remember. What you need to do to achieve your goals.”

“Iya, Mas. Tomorrow I make.”

I sipped the remaining guava juice by half a glass while breathing a sigh of relief. This is what it feels like to talk to the right person. The conversation that I initially thought was heavy turned out to be light and easy to understand.

That afternoon I also learned with Nalini how to make a dream book. Ghufron's brother showed me his dream book that made me gape. He's got goals for the next 10 years, but I don't think about tomorrow. I'm a plegmatic person, never had any ideals.

For a long time we discussed future plans, goals, ideals and goals of life that for me were not very important. Is not the destiny of every human being written in the book of almighty Mahfudz for 50 thousand years before creating the heavens and the earth?©️

Hasn't the destiny of umri been established when we are still in the form of a 4-month-old fetus in the womb of the mother?''then what should I have a wish that destiny is set by the Supreme Master of Life?

Uh! Apparently I forgot that there is a destiny that can be changed, and only we can change. With effort, effort and do’a we can change destiny, with the permission of Allah.^^^^^

I don't know, if that afternoon there was Pak Hara not far from where we were sitting. I don't know if Mr. Hara deliberately directed the phone to scan the three of us.

I didn't want to care, because I saw Mr. Hara talking to a veiled woman. Mr. Hara also took down a basket filled with fresh vegetables and a few sacks of rice. Bizarre, I thought. Since when did Pak Hara become a cart of goods try? Where are the suits and ties that a few weeks ago I still see, become the mainstay dresscode every day.

The Mr. Hara I know, his appearance is always neat typical of top-class executives. Not a man in a tadpole with hair without a pomade like I'm looking at. And I wasn't the only one who noticed Mr. Hara's presence that afternoon.

“Nduk! Not that the person who took you to the bookstore, when we met in Jakarta, huh?”

I turned, following the gaze of Ghufron. We were packing things to go home. It turns out that Ghufron was aware of the presence of Mr. Hara.

For some reason, I felt uncomfortable, feeling that my movements were being watched. Plus the next sentence of Ghufron's success made me rise in blood.

Made me take a quick step while Ghufron was paying at the checkout. I approached Mr. Hara, he was standing next to an open-air pickup truck.

Without further ado and excuse me I asked her closely, “pak Hara why here?”

He answered my question while pointing the pickup car behind the back, “business.”

Want to laugh it feels to hear Mr. Hara's answer, the totality of his charade. Mana may be a pack Hara doing business alone, leaving Reyfan's brother who has been adored since childhood.

“Pak Hara asked father or sister to make me worry?” I do not even allow Mr. Hara to answer, I shower with angry and sharp words, “tell anyone who asked, jenar is not a child that should always be supervised.”

I passed after spilling my frustration on Mr. Hara, for feeling watched over. Either I'm really upset with Mr. Hara or whoever told him to. Of course I know that Mr. Hara must have just been told to. It is impossible to have the initiative of my own to watch over me. Wh-wh-what for?

I approached Ghufron and Nalini, who were waiting for me at the restaurant's exit. There's already an online taxi that Ghufron ordered there. We left the restaurant, I saw Ghufron nodding to Mr. Hara. Uh! Why are you so polite, Mom? That guy pissed me off.

On the way home Ghufron spoke though in his usual tone but it seemed he was trying to restore my upset mood.

“Whatever he is, he wants the best for you, Nduk. It's not a problem to be watched, though. Even happy, it means there is someone there who loves you very much. Afraid of you, do not be polite or benefit you.”

I breathed a long breath, but Ghufron always saw a question from all sides, good and bad. Positive thinking is never suspicious of others.

An almost perfect one like this, may already be rare in the world. Thank God I was met with a rare human like Ghufron.

“Have not been upset, later we connect chat via chat, yes?” Ghufron said when we got to Dito's house, and they went home.

I nodded in agreement. I took Ghufron and Nalini away, with a heart that was already a little out of annoyance. Trying to forget who told Mr. Hara, trying to think positively, whoever he is, would want to take care of me. As Ghufron said.

The night I was studying again what Ghufron had taught me. Remembering how to write dreams in a dream book as told by Nalini. Also thinking about what wishes and expectations I want to achieve, notification messages go to my phone.

None other than Ghufron. We used to send word through short messages at night, before going to bed. Said Ghufron anyway, let's meet in the dream.

Ghufron is a romantic guy whose sometimes mean words can make me smile. When we reply to each other a short message, or are meeting on campus. Look at the short message he sent tonight. She smiled, but made me smile before I went to bed.

Ghufron was not very handsome, not very tall. Proportionately as a man. But it has other charms that make every woman easily fall for him, including myself.

How not to fall in love if every morning sent a poem and every night given sweet words even though only through a short message? I could smile if I was reading the short message he sent.

Is this what it feels like to fall in love? When the heart and mind can forget everything for the sake of him who is enthroned. When the mind is always skewed by one name. At a time when every strand do’a always want to say his name.

Yes, Alloh .. I take refuge in You from misleading love. I take refuge in You from a feeling that drifts away, so that I may reveal him more than You. Protect me, O God! From saying his name, before saying your name, from loving him who does not love You. Aamiins.

I cupped both palms on my face. I put my phone on the study table, put the results of my work in a folder, then turned off the power and closed the laptop screen. It's too late, time to rest so that tomorrow I can welcome the new day with a new spirit. Expectations about a new future also ….

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Note :

Taken from NU source online. Article quotes about wasting time.

©️ SAW said, that Allah wrote down the provisions of all His creatures for 50,000 years before creating the heavens and the earth. (R Muslim).

️ The fate of umri is a destiny that is set by Allah for a 4-month-old fetus in the womb. In the decree has been written about happiness and misery, death, charity to his fortune.

"Verily one of you gathered his creation in his mother's stomach for forty days, and then became a clot of blood like that (forty days). Then it became a lump of flesh like that too, and then He sent an angel to blow the soul on it, and was commanded (to write) with four sentences: to write his fortune, his death, his charity, and wretched or happy(his). (HR Bukhari, Muslim and Ibn Majjah).

Hi dear Readers sekebon pete.

As I have reviewed in the previous chapter, comment on the top 100 up new chapters. Well, for this chapter I ask 200 comments in addition to up, continue, good and next. I just got up the next chapter.

Angel men, anyway, Thor? (pake logat reading, haha).

Let me, instead of me asking for 100 votes hayo?

Oya, because the chapter is getting sensitive, I ask to be a wise reader huh. Keep loving me, eh? I mean, Mr. Hara whatever he's been up to.

Ono part nangise ora kiro, Thor?

Ehm .. not yet .. later there must be. Whether crying happy or sad.

Already, yes, may always be given health and leisure fortune for all of us. aamiin.