Wrong Khitbah
110. DEC 2: ZAHRA CANDIDATE
"Dih.. know what you deck about this, little boy too. What are you, what is your bond of love?" Ledek Azzam
Zahra snorted and the manyun stared back at Azzam.
" I said I was a child" he quipped with a heavy heart
"Aahaha"
"Huhh" Zahra held back her tears that would beg
While others just shake their heads to see them.
" Ra, where are you going to connect to? Time is forever free rich gini" asked Zahwa
" Oh Brother. I did not free very well, I still teach TK child tuh, still a teacher private tutoring complex children as well" replied Zahra
Yes indeed, after half a year he graduated, Zahra did not have a plan for how to go forward, of course because yesterday he thought he would get married ehh turned out not to be. Now he is more relaxed and accepts the offer of a Kindergarten principal to become one of the abcd teachers of children in his school. And of course he accepts it, he also likes and is close to the kids, it's a fun job for him. Other than that ..
"Lumayan right, besides being able to play with children dapet cuan alsoa. aahahayy"
That was what he said after he accepted the offer.
And shortly after, he was met by one of the students' parents who asked Zahra to be his tutor at home. After he thought about it, by using his brain that his IQ was yes.... Appreciable. He agreed.
And thankfully, now there are 10 children who he helped use his intelligence, lucky also he has a way of explaining that is very easy to understand by children, so from that, it is, he was asked by some parents to teach his children at home.
"Yes, you know, do you have no such ideals? Don't want to go to college or what ?" Ask Zahwa again
" I don't know, brother, I'm comfortable with my work now. I aspire to be a teacher anyway, Alhamdulillah. And now I'm confused about what else" said Zahra dead-end
"Sik, even if your goals have been achieved, think again. Do you just want to get here? Don't want to go higher? Maybe nothing comes to your mind right now . But before going to bed, think again, ponder again. About what your purpose after this" Akhtar said giving advice
Zahra nodded her head
"Yes Brother, Zahra will do that.Thank you "
Akhtar nodded
"Or you find a man on deck, just marry him there. Let's get you some work" Azzam chirped everyone into a shake
"Apaan sih Bang, he said he was still a child, now in marriage. It's not very clear. Intentions help ga heck, who's trying" grumbled Zahra staring Azzam back
"Khem.. candidate huh? There was yesterday" said Azzam smiling ignorantly
"Huh? Who is it, there is no brother... Ih cariin sono"
"There was Ra, that one yesterday"
" Which is Brother.. Zahra never maen same man.kan Abang same father forbid Zahra, how the hell Abang"
" Oh yes Abang ga mayin, about the khilaf of sin tau"
"That's not the same time Bang"
"You know, you have a candidate"
"Who? Don't be weird"
"You know it too"
"Who the hell is Bang??"
"Yet yesterday that was. what the hell was his name .. Wa, who was that yesterday at the hospital, who Zahra nolongin that loh"
"Huh? Fakhri Ustadz? " " Fakhri's sister?"
Zahwa and Zahwa said at the same time
" Now that's... He's the one you mean. How's Yah? Ga fits? What do you think he's the guy?" Ask Azzam to Ali's father
" Hey... Nice, polite, friendly too" replied Ali's father
"Well, what mother?"
"The guy's good"
"Khem.. How's the deck?? Can his brother contacts him" asked Azzam raised his eyebrows
"Ihh.what the heck is Abang.emang Mommy the same Daddy ngebolehin. ga tau Ah" replied Zahra with a reddened face, after which he ran to his room.
Makes everyone laugh he salting himself.
"Oh yes son, Mommy has sent the number of Doctor Andara to your phone well, and you already got the queue number 3, Mommy has made an appointment first. Tomorrow you don't forget nine o'clock in the morning to the hospital Metta Medika yah"
"Yes Mother later Wawa check.thank you"
"Thank you Mother, tomorrow I will take Wawa to the hospital" Akhtar replied
***
In Zahra's room
He was staring at the stars on the balcony of his room. His eyes glistened with the glint of moonlight that hit his face.
" Hufft... Oh my God, what is this? Why when I started to forget it, instead Abang intends to bring me closer to him" said Zahra pondered
After a while, he went back into his room.
He opened his drawer, then took something under his stack of novels.
He held a small pink baby lock toy, which was very cute. A gift from someone he misses so much.
" Whoever you are, I want to see you again" he said, not consciously crying.
***
Elsewhere, someone is staring at an agenda book. Yes agenda book, but the contents are not agendas but outpouring of his heart.
With a heavy heart, he opened the book. Sweep the first blank sheet and then stop on the second
Read a title that he wrote beautifully.
"TAJWID LOVE"
A small smile was engraved on his lips, ready to open the next page.
Srekk..
The first time I met you, I was like meeting a blessing, only to be stunned by holding my breath for a moment. I in your eyes may be like the Dead Nun among Idgham Bilaghunnah, seen but thought to be non-existent. I could not express the purpose and purpose of my feelings like Idzhar, clear and clear.
If Mim dies to meet Ba it is called Ikhfa Syafawi, then I meet you it is called love. For a moment our view met, then suddenly it was like Idgham Mutamaatsilain, fusing into one.
He covered his mouth with one of his fists, not mindless at his own writing.
Sreeekk.
My love for you is like Mad Wajib Muttashil and Mad Jaiz Munfashil, the longest among the others. After you receive my love, my heart will feel like Qalqalah Kubro, reflected hard. And finally after a long time together, our love like Iqlab is marked by two hearts fused together.
My dear to you like Mad Thobi’i in al-Qur’an, very much. May in our relationship be like Idgham Bilaghunnah, only two, Lam and Ra are you and I.
He pondered every word he wrote, after which he thought of the one name he remembered while writing these verses.
Sreekk.
Like your waqaf’annaqah, you can only stop at one of them, him or me. Although my attention to you is not visible, like Alif Lam Syamsiyah. But my love for you is like Alif Lam Qomariyah.
You and I are also like Idghom Mutaqooribain, the same 2-letter encounter but different in nature. I also hope that our love, like Waqf Lazim, will cease to exist at the end of life. Same with Mad ‘arid, where every mad meet lin sukun aridh will stop. That's how I look when I see you.
Feeling ashamed while reading his work, he covered his face with both hands and laughed amusedly.
Sreekk. next page.
Like the letter Tafkhim, your name is printed boldly in the Qalbuku and My Mind. Just as the Law of God is devoted to Ra’, so am I only for you. May I be the last for you and you the last for me like Mad Aridh... Aamiin.
"aamiin" he said, raising his hand to read his final words. Karen the next page is empty.
"Syifa" he muttered reading the bottom right corner on each of his pages. Both corners of his lips were drawn upwards remembering the owner of the name.
"If the soul mate approaches, if not give the best servant of your choice, O Rabb" his Do'a after performing the sunnah prayer. Then continued with long dzikir.
Who her?????
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Hayoo Mommy and Dad ngizinin Zahra married?
Who does Zahra miss???
Don't forget to stay in the trail yaa✨
