Wrong Khitbah

59. SK: YOU ARE MY SOUL MATE

Thou art my soul mate ..

If at this moment your name is present, then my heart falls into your arms. It is enough for me to look at you in a dream, to fight for this love in a third of the night, in silence, and to love you in prayer.

I trust..

The full moon will come in time. And I also believe, a name will come also in time.

Sooner or later..

I can only wait for the play date.

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"Mother....Dad..."

"Adeekk...."

"Remember....."

"Hikss...hikss.....helooo is anyone here??hicks..hicks.."

"Toooholongg....." Zahwa's screams were strong. It was on a green grass. As far as the eye can see.

There are also beautiful flowers there. Like a flower garden.

"Yes Allah..... Where's this??" Her shriveled confused monitor around her.

"Haloooo's....Tolooonggg.why is anyone hereiiii...." He shouted again, hoping someone would come to him.

Nil..

"Hiks..hiks...hikks...."

"Is this heaven? I'm dead already? But how is it possible??" He mumbled wondering

"Hikss.hikss.... Pleaseggg akuuuu...i myselfiiaannn....hikkss...ayolah... Akuuuu...." He sobs in fear. He ran around trying to find someone or a room or something so he could get out and get away from that beautiful but terrible place.

He looked up at the bright clear sky, he looked around. Green and colorful flowers surround it. Unfortunately, he was alone. There's nobody there.

"Hikkss..why do I always get sidelined.huhuhuhu...hikss.why am I always alone.hiks..." He said on the sidelines of his stuffing.

"Mother..Fathering..Elder brother..Zahra....Akuuu don't want to be alone.hikss...." The sound started to crackle. His knee collapsed when his leg was melted running in no direction. If we see it directly already like a madman who ran around here and there different this is crying instead of giggling.

"ZA-YAMA..."

"ZAHWAA...."

"ZAHWAA...."

Suddenly a voice called out his name. As if it filled the place, the voice sounded very clear.

Zahwa raised his head and tried to find the source of the echoing sound

There was a hint of hope in his mind as there was finally a voice other than him back then.

"ZAHWAA...."

Back audibly, he ran limped forward as the sound grew closer and clearer.

"ZAHWAA...."

Increasingly clear...

"ZAHWAA...."

Increasingly clear...

He continued running regardless of his feet that were already bleeding wounds

"ZAHWAA...."

He stopped when the voice seemed to be in front of him.

Strangely enough I found nothing there. Everything stays the same, nothing is different.

"ZAHWAA...."

He took one step forward. Silent!

After that there was no sound.

His tears rolled back, nature toyed with him. All complicate his story. She covered her face while crying there.

He retreated slowly

"Hiksd.hiks..."

"Darling...." The soft and melodious voice in his ears seemed to be real. He did not open his hand. He pretended not to back down and kept retreating.

"Damotec..." The sweet voice was heard again. He stopped trying to open his face. But the other side of him said that it was just his illusion. And his mind justifies.

"Make php sure again"

He tightly closed his face shutting his eyes as firmly as he could.

"Hikss.hikss.." then he turned around.

"My wife...My queen..come here" the melodious voice came back. This time with a slightly louder volume than before.

"O Allah, may this be Your true help. O universe I hope not php this time" his inner reassuring. Slowly he turned back.

His eyes sparkled to find a white-robed figure that was 1000 meters away from him. But he could not see it because his face was covered in a very bright divine light.

The figure's hand waved gesturing for Zahwa to get closer to him. Zahwa was delighted he immediately ran back with his bloodstained legs towards the figure.

The closer the closer the closer.the more the figure seemed clear...

When their distance is only 3 meters. Zahwa suddenly stopped.

The figure waving at him was a handsome young man of handsome, tall stature, white, with a turban hanging on his shoulders.

Zahwa. Seeing the sweet smile that the young man gave. His heart is racing. He suddenly regained consciousness and lowered his gaze.

He squeezed both sides of the white robe attached to his body.

"Who is he? O Allah, I do not recognize him" Zahwa was afraid.

He stole the glint at the figure. Still standing straight with a smile on his lips.

Zahwa's bow deepened as the figure got closer to him. He retreated slowly as the figure grew more and more clenched with his body.

His tightly shut eyes suddenly opened quickly as the young man's hand grabbed his chin and raised his head.

The look they meet.

His heart is beating fast. Ngosh-ngoshan. He tried to stay away and left the unfamiliar young man.

Who would have thought that figure had actually grabbed his waist. And Zahwa spontaneously placed both hands on the young man's chest to put some distance between them.

Zahwa closed his eyes as the young man brought his face closer and tried to push the young man's chest away from him. Nil, no effect at all. His voice also suddenly disappeared somewhere. Only heartbeats sound mutually unpretentious. He shook his head.

Instantly his body pegged as his forehead was kissed by the young man. Aware it wasn't supposed to be, Zahwa with all his remaining energy huddled the young man and wiped off the kiss marks on his forehead. Before that happened his hand was first stopped by the young man while shaking his head.

As if hypnotized he just shut up when his hands are dragged and sit on a bench that somehow was not far from them.

Zahwa came back crying, terrified and hoping someone would help her. But now it was precisely an unfamiliar young man who was in front of him.

"Don't cry hally (beautiful)" a sentence said from the young man. He moved his hand wiping away the tears from that blushing smooth cheek.

"Hikss.hiks..."

Zahwa. He kept his head down.

It was very unusual for him to be alone with a man who was not his mahrom.

"Sorry, please don't get close to me. A-you're not my mahrom" finally muttered softly as well.

Looks like his voice has returned, a miracle of a kiss 🤣.

"Ehehe" the young man chuckled slightly. Zahwa was stunned to be lost, after which he looked down again.

"Why is he chuckling? Is there anything funny?" Zahwa's mind was irritated.

Zahwa regained his senses from his daydream as the young man reached for his leg and placed it on his thigh.

Zahwa's position was sitting on a bench, while the young man crouched down on one leg and placed Zahwa's leg on his lap. Begitulaah...

(Napa also ana jabarin yak, you must have been able to imagine is 🙈 gapapa)

His blood rippled as their skin touched. He wanted to pull back his legs but was held in the youth. He was surprised not to play, when the turban on his shoulder he wrapped around Zahwa's injured leg. After he finished he smiled sweetly at Zahwa who returned the wrong behavior made him.

And sit back in his original position.

"Thank you" said Zahwa slowly. Her cheeks are blushing.

"Together my wife..." Said the young man softly.

Zahwa raised his head. Staring strangely at this mysterious young man in front of him.

Whahuh? My wife?

His heart seemed to jump from its place

"A-a-what does your u-u-speech mean" asked Zahwa.

Instead of answering the young man just returned a sweet smile. And pull Zahwa.

(Ouchh.mas. Can be diabetic...🙈)

They stopped Zahwa turning his gaze to a white vortex before them.

"Go over there. You will find the answer yourself" said the man rubbing Zahwa's head. Making Zahwa back confused plus surprised.

He stared at the young man beside him.

"Go away...Habibati.."

Zahwa hid her embarrassed face. He looked doubtfully at the vortex. He looked to the side.

Eh?

The young man was gone somewhere. He turned his body to look for the young man but came back as at the beginning, he was alone.

He looked back at the vortex, which was getting smaller every second. Worrying between going or not .

But out of nowhere, as the vortex grew smaller and smaller, he put his hand in and was drawn inside. White view.stabbing instant dark gripping.

The deg!!!

"Astaghfitullahal'adzim" Zahwa. Waking up from his sleep .

Sweat flooded his entire body. It's shaking. The AC in his room could not help him.

It wraps itself in a bed cover. And beristighfar many times. He drank water on his nightstand until it ran aground.

After he calmed down, he recalled the pa he had experienced.

Slowly his hands touched his forehead and looked at his feet.

Everything is the same, nothing has changed. But it's all like real.

My wife?

Why did he call me his wife? Who her?

Why did he dare touch me?

"Huhuhuhu..O Allah.what happened to me.who he is"

He soon remembered that he had been praying istikharah.

Jem!

Hearts melecos...

"He who?? I didn't know him

Bu-not Fatih who is present. Be-be-means.i.that means...Oh God..."

Finally he decided to perform the evening prayer, after knowing the answer. He has much zikr and begs for steadfastness to the owner of the heart.

***

Same with Zahwa.

Someone else in the same place. He was shocked at what he had just seen.

He woke up with a face filled with softeners and a face that was very unexpected. With the breath of hunting.

"Why her???"

"O Allah..."

He was pensive to find a girl was laying her head on his lap while smiling sweetly. He stroked the cheek of the girl lying on his lap

What surprised him was when he realized that the girl was not Zahwa but....

Haura..! Santri who he saved first and who caused himself to withdraw his return for six months.

"Astaghfirullah'adziim.."

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ZAHWA X FATIH'S

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The soul mate is truly a mystery. I thought he was the right person, but, in fact, God replaced him with a better one.

I thought he was the one who had been close, in fact my soul mate I didn't know at all.

However, for sure I know, the soul mate is a reflection of themselves

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Sorry semalem late up, ga mood because hehehehe

But I'm in length kok his chapter ehe🙈

NB: It's just ana's well. Anna doesn't really know how. It's definitely not like this. If the dream is true istikharah it may be like there is something meaningful and a puzzle in the dream that has its own meaning. That's why there are dreams. The point is so yes. Ahem...Ana has never been istikharah-in kids so don't know aww 🙂🙈

Don't forget to stay in the trail yaa💓