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Abu Bakr ash-Shiddiq Radhiyallahu anhu said: "Allah has rights by day, He will not receive them by night. And Allah has rights at night, He will not receive them by day."
[History of Ibn Abi Shaybah, no. 37056].
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Amira today sits in the front seat of Gramedia city, she intends to buy some new books. But it was a pity that he had to receive a short message that his old friend named Luluk wanted to meet him.
Amira sat quietly with her phone in her left hand, occasionally turning to her right and left to see if the person she was waiting for had appeared. Amira let out a tired sigh as she stared at the clock on her wrist but what was seen was the turn of the needle which she thought was very fast. Amira had been waiting for almost an hour, but the woman she was waiting for was nowhere to be seen either. Amira sighed, then she once again saw the message she had read. And it's true he wasn't wrong. He sent a message and then moved from his seat. Because today he has a schedule to teach one of the brides.
Amira quickly stood up and then she walked towards the stop, she had the edge of her eyes she saw Dinan and a woman talking together, although she knew that there was a little boy about a year old between the two. Sometimes Amira sees Dinan seem to tease her son. It makes Amira's memory to a piece of biodata paper in her room.
"It's not okay if I'm already a baper, what if I marry and see Mr. Dinan with the old wife." Amira sighed then she walked quickly, as if she wanted to leave that happy family scene behind.
Amira immediately sat at the stop then she stared at the passing vehicle in front of her. He really couldn't bear this burden. It is better to give up at the beginning than to give up midway.
Amira sees her phone then she chooses to open her phone and orders OJESY to take her to the destination. He was no longer in the mood to ride in public transport. After ordering Amira down while playing her phone. He was checking the notification on his social media account. Amira was surprised by the post at the top of her Instagram. There was a picture of a large hand interlocked on paper containing biodata that he was so familiar with for several days he received it. Amira immediately presses the follow-up reading, she was staring when the contents of the caption is not a sentence like people on social media generally. But a hadith about choosing women.
"Women are usually married for four things: because of their property, because of their position, because of their face and because of their religion. So you must choose a good woman of her religion (his Islam). If not, you will lose." (CHR. Bukhari-Muslim)
Amira was silent for a moment then she pressed back and locked the screen of her phone. She felt trembling in her hands she did not know what the cause was but what was certain was that she wanted to feel like she was drowning herself in a pillow to cry as her feelings were stirred up.
"Oh my God, what's wrong with me?" Amira immediately stood up and rubbed her face.
"If Ma?" Amira immediately turned her head to her left she was surprised by Nirmala's presence, she did not realize if there was anyone beside her.
"When have you been here?" Amira asked with a stammering voice. He was afraid that Nirmala would find out what she had just done.
"Quite clearly, seeing your hands trembling saw Dinan's post." Amira opened her mouth in shock while closing with her two hands it made Nirmala laugh happily.
"Yes Allah.... I think that's your expression" said Nirmala, holding her stomach.
"Sir, don't tell me...."
"Yes" replied Nirmala casually. While Amira immediately covered her face embarrassed, as if she did something very embarrassing when what she did was an element of intent.
"Bak," said Amira in a sulking tone.
"What the hell is Dinan posting?" Nirmala innocently asked what made Amira ask.
"Sir.." cried Amira made Nirmala's laughter really broken. Amira lifted her bag to cover her face.
"What are you doing here?" nirmala asked after her laughter.
Amira was silent until she forgot what she was doing here, then she turned to the right and to the left and immediately opened the bag to check her phone but there was no message or call at all. He's been here long enough.
"So I ordered OJESY. How long?" Amira said in a soft tone.
"Women's object?" nirmala asked Amira to look.
"Yes, I can't see." Amira judged Nirmala's facial expression.
"So it's been read to Dinan and said not to be." Amira glared with a face that could no longer be guarded. Maybe his face was very ugly at the moment but he did not care because the information he received was shocking. He even felt his breathing irregular.
"For what sake!" amira was pretty tight. Then she realized her voice immediately turned to the right and to the left, Amira was lucky because the stop was quiet.
"It's not good to yell at a young pregnant person," Dinan's voice made Amira freeze, as if she had become a stone. There was not the slightest strength to turn towards the source of the sound. Amira felt her heart ready to explode right now. With a quick movement Amira put her phone in the bag then immediately stood up and walked quickly. He ignored Nirmala's call.
"O Allah." said Amira.
"Mira, the car's parked there." Amira looked at Nirmala horror then turned to look towards the parked blue car. Amira wants to slump right now. He's ashamed, God he's really ashamed.
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Amira sat in the backseat with Nirmala. He could not resist Nirmala's desire to drive him, other than because Amira's intended address was in line and everyone already knew Amira's habit of often getting lost because she forgot the road. Though Amira has denied that she has started memorizing the residential neighborhood because she often went there but between the two no one believes.
"How many jobs do you have, Mira?" Amira who was observing the traffic turned to Nirmala who had focused on her.
"There's some. Why?" Nirmala played her lips looking confused, Amira did not want to ask him he just wanted to see what would be thrown back by the young mother-to-be.
"What are you tired of?" Amira looks suspiciously at Nirmala which makes the woman clumsy.
Amira was astonished by the many questions, why did Nirmala choose a question that she thought was not qualified?
"Yes very good Ma'am. But it will pay off all with a sense of comfort and pleasure. Than a lot of time wasted." Amira answered what it was.
"Emang why you can condense the schedule, so to meet we have to wait a long time because you have to adjust the schedule." Nirmala said with a very visible annoyed tone.
"Yes, rather than not using the time." Nirmala looked at Amira with judgment, Amira being misbehaved. Because to be honest that's not why Amira did all this. He did it out of love that made him dream long. He did not want to breed hope that could be destroyed with a jolt.
"There must be another reason" Nirmala said suspiciously.
"Ah, I don't exist." Nirmala pressured Amira. Making Amira throw away face to divert the gerogi who greeted him.
"Is there something you're hiding from me?" Nirmala looked at Amira sharply, Amira turned her head while grimacing.
"No Ma'am."
"Kok I'm not sure yes," said Nirmala, throwing her face away. Amira let out a tired sigh, she did not know how to explain all her intentions to Nirmala. There's no way he's saying that all this he's doing is to cast off the shadow of the man who's right now in front of him and focus on the road regardless of the conversation, isn't it? What does Amira have to answer? He doesn't know.
"What blog is this?" dinan's question kept Amira from feeling depressed, she let out a sigh of relief.
"Blog A sir, number 133." Amira replied excitedly, she did not know but this was enough to help her to escape the bullying of young mother-to-be.
"Let's wait at your house, Din. Before taking Amira home there's something I want to talk to her about." Amira looked at him quickly. He wasn't sure he could do it all. He did not want to meet with Dinan's wife he was unwilling and also incapable.
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Amira looked up when she saw the two people who drove her were already standing in front of the house.
"Why shocked?" asked Nirmala in a cynical tone.
"No," replied Amira quickly with her head moving to the right and to the left.
"Keep why your face is tangled." Amira chokes, not expecting Nirmala to find out how wrong she is to escape.
"It's Mala, come on in!" Amira had to thank Dinan a lot today because he saved her from bullying the new mother-to-be.
Amira was still silent since a few minutes ago, she was at a loss as to what to say.
"Do you know anyone who lives in Dinan's house?" Amira turned her head then nodded and shook her head.
"What's right?"
"Let's see it." Amira with determination not to lose again.
"Have you seen?"
"Yes, about two or three weeks ago, when I got home from the RW building." Amira saw Nirmala nod.
"Do you know who he is?" Amira turned to look at Nirmala quickly, then nodded.
"You sure you know?" Amira shakes. He's not sure either, because sometimes we think something's wrong.
"He's Dinan's former bitch." Amira was silent to digest the words of the sentence which she thought were very difficult to understand. He then gulped down his hard saliva as he understood the meaning of Nirmala's words.
He's Dinan's ex-halal, meaning he's Dinan's ex-wife. No, Amira should not be so bad of a thought but she felt she did not misinterpret. He looked towards Nirmala with horror.
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