WHEN I MISS PRAYER

Episode 86 - Allow me...

"the beginning of my meeting with ainun, because his father wanted to match me. At the first meeting, we agreed to make friends because he himself did not want to get married and if he wanted to, the man was not the one I wanted." Evidently.

"i don't know, since when did he turn that friendship into a more emotional one. I myself, since the deal never changed and expect more than just a friend with him."

"And again, at that time my heart was moved to you. So no matter what he does, it won't change my decision. I also refused to teach private lessons at home. As a form of my assertiveness to her requests and feelings." Obviously Asyam.

"i accept the explanation of the fun." The reply.

"if that's all you want to say, I think I can leave this place." Salwa said, standing up.

"wait.. " Sayam said, standing in Salwa's way with his hands.

"there's still. There's still something I want to say." Asyam.

Salwa looked at him and re-occupied her seat.

"i don't know where to start. I also can't cover up my nervousness at the moment. I hope you understand that, if what I'm saying isn't as neatly organized as it should be."

"please." Salwa.

"I want to get to know you more, I want to be in a relationship with you for a more serious stage. I chose you, as a future wife for me." Her speech.

"if you allow. Allow me to ask your parents for permission." Rigorously.

"i don't want to keep asking my heart about the feelings I feel. The vagueness that feels will be even more unclear if I let it. I want to find that answer with you, salwa." Asyam.

"let me meet your parents." Her request.

"sorry, mas. I can't answer it now." Her speech.

"i'll think about it. I also have to tell this to my parents. I'll tell you, if you're ready to get into this process." Salwa.

"i'll wait in three days." Saying Asyam that made Salwa raise his gaze.

"i will not wait without a definite time, Salwa. Like you let me wait for you with uncertain times." Asyam.

"i hope you can digest this well, understand my current decision." Say again.

"Good." Reply Salwa while taking a deep breath.

Salwa stood up to end the conversation with Asham. Asthma came to stop him.

"has it finished ?" Ask Asma.

"yes." yeah." Asyam stood up with a smile.

"we eat first yes, I've ordered food." Asthma Speaks to Salwa.

"what's so good about bang ?" Ask Asma.

"yes, nothing." The answer.

The food was served, all ready with their own plates. Sort of side dishes are on the table.

"bang assyam."

"yes ?"

"that dream bang, what time does work go home ? and what days are off ?" Ask Asma.

"my 4pm return home from work. Saturday and Sunday holidays." The answer.

"mmmhhh.." Sahut Asma while eating food.

"it is permissible if asthma offers a fun teaching bang at the institution that will later be opened. The plan is early tomorrow, it's also if everything is really ready. Asthma so deg-degan, hehe." Asthma Vocabulary.

"god willing, I am ready. The time is right."

"mba, mba asma won't go in any of that, right ?" Ask Liya.

"still think about it." The answer.

Asthma only responds with a smile.

Everything went well according to expectations. The unease that enveloped and made a tightness, had slipped away. Just waiting for the time to be able to be sure will be taken where the feelings are being lived.

Asyam expressed his gratitude to Asma for the food that was served and also certainly because Salwa was moved to want to meet Asyam at this time.

"liya want to come with me ? I want to go straight to the mosque with the salwa." Asthma Vocabulary.

"i was just with mas assyam. Poor to be alone, afraid to fly because again bahagaia." Liya Ledek.

"haha.."

"asma, thank you again." Asyam.

"same bang assyam." The reply.

"you ride the motor ?" Ask Asyam.

"i brought a car and there's a driver too." The answer.

"if so, I go first. Assalamu'alaikumu." Asyam.

"wa'alaikumussalam."

"be careful on the street, bang fun." Asthma Vocabulary.

"yuk." Get Asma into the car.

In the car Salwa told me about what she was talking about with Asyam. His nervousness and fear grew as his conversation began.

Salwa entered the secretariat room with Asma and immediately sat on the sofa while putting her bag.

"When he asked me to meet my parents, I somehow got scared. I doubt if I can still love him when I accept in this state of my heart." Evidently.

"Salwa, whose name is human sometimes does want something that he does not have and rejects something that is in front of his eyes. When God gives, you doubt and reject it. When you do not have, you continue to beg and ask to be given. That is the devil's temptation that leads us to forget to be grateful and shut out our positive thoughts from what we are getting right now." Clear Asthma.

"Don't be shaken, there's still time. Take that time to Istikhoroh so that God can calm your heart and show you the best way for you." Asthma Vocabulary.

"According to you, I'll tell you directly to my parents or later ?" Ask Salwa.

"It's okay to tell me you're ready. Your heart is also the most important part of this process. If you are sure, you tell me. But you also have to be ready for the decision of the father and mother later." Answer Asma.

"okay.." Legally.

Teaching and learning activities take place as usual. Asma was pregnant, handing her group over to Nadia. Asthma spends her time in the room to prepare the Qur'an Institution to be opened. Every now and then he walks out to stretch his body and greet his students.

Salwa with a light heart can calmly undergo activities tonight. Staring at Asyam, no longer make it tight in the chest. There was calmness and spaciousness in the uneasiness he felt.

"bba.. I won't be seen that way, I'll say." Whisper Liya.

When he found Salwa who was silent staring at Asham who was teaching the Prayer Method to the santri he was taught.

Salwa is surprised to find Liya beside her. Salwa who was caught stealing a glance at Asham, feeling embarrassed and misbehaved.

"a. emh. I went to asthma first." He said as he left Liya.

"Don't tell anyone." Salwa turned to Liya and left her.

Liya looked around the teaching area of the male santri. Asham, Syahrul, Ihsan, Zidan and the others. Liya smiled at the man she admired, was calmly teaching, lovingly.

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