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You've been dating for a year and a half and I thought you were fine? \"Because you've never looked that nervous when facing him, so I'm trying to accept it even though Aksa doesn't look that good.\"\n“Sorry, Kat,” I was in the wrong from the start, “sorry.”\n\"Don't say sorry to me, say it to yourself.\"\n\nThe woman who loves pastel colors in front of me is a friend who has been by my side for years. I felt bad for Katia for keeping all this a secret from him. I know Katia will feel sad if I tell her everything, so I won't worry her as much as possible. Even I also think I can still handle everything alone. My imagination played a film with a sweet scene where Aksara and I stopped playing yesterday's play and started our relationship seriously; with all the heart.\n\nIn the end, no matter how long I waited, no matter how hard I tried to get his attention—the scene never played. Everything is still the same. A character that I don't understand what he wants, and I still love him.\n\n\n\n![1000051918.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmWhkSV7n2GZwZWTHwMbDDGrU6oWzXkqzxCsDKCtJURUzv/1000051918.jpg)\n\n\nThe Pradipta character in my eyes is a man who is younger, with a character who is still far from being considered mature. Aksara was in her final year of high school when she confessed her feelings to me. As for our initial meeting, you could call it just a coincidence. I was just visiting the city library and reading solemnly on the front page as usual, and that day Aksara—with his uniform crumpled and sticking out of his trousers—bumped into me by accident. Whether he didn't see me sitting on the grass or what, what was clear was that the books in his arms fell apart and one of them was thrown into the fish pond. Immerse completely.\n\nAt that time, Aksara was panicking, without realizing it, we stole a lot of attention from the people around us. In the end, I apologized and helped him talk to the librarian. And I also paid the fine because the man didn't keep a penny in his pocket.\n\nAt that time, my intention was really only to help him who was in trouble. But Aksara insisted on asking for my telephone number to discuss returning the money I paid for the fine. I don't like being contacted by people I don't know, so I just give my Instagram account username instead of my phone number. That night Aksara actually contacted me, I replied casually whatever she discussed. At the end of the night, he asked for my account number and the fine was reimbursed double.\n\nSo his ugly appearance is not because he is poor.\n\nLong story short, Aksara and I are getting closer for many reasons. He likes cats, he likes the evening sky, he likes photographing thick clouds, he also likes rain. I've given him my personal number, and we share a lot of stories through messages at night. In the third month, Aksara took me to a cafe that had just launched, even though when he got there he said he was sorry because the place was busier than expected.\n\n\"If I say I love Sis Adisti now, won't I be quick?\"\nI never thought I could blush with the words of a high school student. \"That's what you said.\"\n\nAksara looks handsome unlike when he first met, his scent is clearly not cheap perfume. He never tells me about his family, but I quite appreciate that he wants to keep it private. I'll find out someday anyway.\n\n\n\"Yeah, right,\" Aksa chuckled, \"that means... do you want to?\"\n\"What do you want?\" I teased him, as an older person I have to be tough when facing bullying like this, right? I wasn't shot once or twice.\n\"Date with me, would you like it, Sis?\"\n\nBut honestly, this is the first time someone has asked me out and his face is as handsome as Aksara Pradipta. If I refuse, the name is a waste.\n\n—\n\nInitially, Aksara was in a relationship like other people in relationships. Who knows from what month, his behavior began to change; his gaze also changed. I thought it was just the after-effects of her final exams, but even after three months, everything was still the same. Aksara made more and more excuses when I asked him why, why he didn't answer the phone, reply to messages, and why he never wanted to meet me again. I didn't realize that I was being dumped, because I was too afraid to fight his arguments at that time. And because Aksara never proposed breaking up. I was too naive to think that Aksara was just tired.\n\nAnd today, after my meeting with Katia, I decided to make everything clear after months of letting this relationship flow without emotion.\n\nAksara answered my phone after the third call, I grabbed it first before she spoke. \"Let's meet.\"\nThere was a sigh on the other end, \"I can't, Sis.\"\n\"Aksa, please, just a moment,\" I ignored the busy situation on the telephone line, I don't know where Aksa was and it was that noisy. \"There's something we need to talk about. I'll accompany you, okay?\"\n\"Can't we talk about it here?\"\n\"Please,\" what was his expression when he heard me beg like this? \"Please, Aksa, just this once.\"\nThere was a long sigh, then another tired sigh. \"Where you wanna meet?\"\n\nA cafe not far from where I work was an option and Aksara agreed without objection. It took him forty minutes to arrive because the location was quite far at that time. I feel guilty, a little. Moreover, it's raining outside.\n\nAksara came with limp hair, the smell of her perfume still remaining and her suit was neat with a white shirt and trousers. Even though it's a bit wet, it still looks charming.\n\n\"Are you done with the interview?\"\nAksara massaged his temples, \"Yes, but I didn't have time to cause things to happen badly, I had to go to the hospital.\" His palms covered her entire face, rubbing roughly, \"Mama has relapsed.\"\n\nI was surprised not to be fake, this was very new information for me, I had never been told anything about his parents. I grimaced even more feeling guilty for making him run away when it was clear that his family was in trouble.\n\n\"It's okay, Sis, there's already someone looking after Mama,\" Aksara's voice, soft as before. \"What do you want to talk about?\"\n\nAksa and I sat opposite each other with a cup of coffee emitting thin smoke. I hooked the handle of the cup around my index finger; Aksa is like that too. He waited patiently for each word that was forming in his mind. The large window on the left side showed a road covered in drizzle, branches and leaves swayed by the wind, I glimpsed a mother holding an umbrella over her son while her own shoulders were soaking wet. Ah, I'm always sad when I remember mother.\n\nMy mother is still there, only her affection is missing. You could say that I was unlucky in anything; love and so does family.\n\n\"We...what are we doing now?\"\nAksara looked at me as if I was the one at fault, I don't know what kind of look it was—there was sadness, there was anger, there was pain in her eyes. \"What do you think, Sis Adisti herself?\"\n\nBeing honest is a choice after being tired of holding on. I no longer want to shy away from something that I should do. One and a half years was enough experience, indeed Aksara was not the right person for me. Likewise, I'm not the right person to accompany Aksara.\n\n\"I think that's enough for us to play around.\"\n“I still like Aksara, I still love the Pradipta Aksara that I know. But, Aksa, there are things that shouldn't always be maintained. There are times when we have to let go, right? Maybe we are not for each other, maybe Aksara will have another partner who can make you happier and is willing to give you some love. If you stay with me, you won't find out who it is.\"\n“And, Aksa, I think Aksa's love is like rain; At first it was heavy, it was a trickle, and then it finally subsided.\"\n\nI haven't told him everything that's bothering me. I still want to be beside him after all the pain and loneliness I feel. However, the important point is, I won't be able to walk if I have to stay here. I had to force myself to crawl and get out. To escape Aksara's grip, whose hands don't even hold me.\n\n\"So, Aksara, let's just finish all this, okay?\" This is my most steadfast voice, even though I'm a little hurt because Aksara just stared at me in silence. Yes, what do you expect, anyway? Do I subconsciously still want Aksara to deny and hold back? I've fallen that deep for him, it turns out. \"I love you enough, I'm satisfied with giving you heavy rain even though you avoid it yourself. It's true that not everyone likes rain, including Aksara, right?\"\n\nI choose to lose.\n\nI never got the things I wanted from Aksara because I wasn't his priority. I was busy looking for my mistakes even though I wasn't the one who was wrong, it was all because the characters had no sense.\n\n\"Will Sis Adisti be happy by breaking up?\"\nRhetorical question. Aksara should know that I hurt when I'm with him, and the pain increases when I'm not with him. It's so bad that I love him.\n\n\"Hopefully.\"\n\nThere are times when I feel like I'm not loved. In reality, I have never been loved.\n\nErpen Essay: Dalamlakara",
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      "body": "![1000050325.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcJdcwSVp8YA4C5EKy3o8hc86Zf8wAcAjQuroBgHzMq2v/1000050325.jpg)\n\n\nIn the third part of the night when the world is asleep and lulled by its dreams. He grabbed a prayer mat and a rosary. Standing facing the Qibla makes tahajjud. Her tears spilled as her lips moved. He fell on his prayer mat and hugged his Koran tightly. Saying thousands of dhikrs with very sad feelings. He raised his hands praying to the powers that be for the safe return of his loved ones. Even the universe knows that the young man never knew him, let alone loved him. They never greeted or met each other, but she never stopped loving the young man.\n\nHe knew that the young man had loved someone who was better in every way than him. However, his heart could never be reconciled. He was repeatedly hurt, repeatedly hurt, but he still persisted with complete sincerity. Since the young man was sent by the task force to the country's borders, he has never left his tahajud. The young man was a soldier, he was a civil servant. Just like before, the girl read the Koran with sobs that sounded very sad. He hoped that God would answer his prayer even though the young man would never be his.\n\nRight at the border, a young man was seen struggling against death. A bullet ripped through his left stomach, he collapsed in front of his colleagues.\n\n\n“Sergeant faris!” shouted the senior.\n“ANDRU!!!” shouted another.\n\nThe young man controlled his breathing, hoping that the pain would lessen. Fresh blood continued to drip down his camouflage shirt. Suddenly everything turned dark and he heard the sound of a woman doing dhikr while sobbing bitterly. Suddenly his heart fluttered even though he knew it wasn't his lover's voice. He was confused about what was going on and who the girl was. He put down his weapon and got up. He just realized he didn't feel any pain anymore. He felt his left stomach and there were no blood stains. Then he heard the sound again. The sound became louder as his feet moved as if he was getting closer to the sound.\n\n\"What are you looking for?\" He was shocked and turned back and saw a boy who looked very much like him.\n\"Who are you?\" asked the young man.\n\"Follow me.\" said the boy while pulling the young man's hand.\n\nThe young man walked after the boy. The voice seemed to be getting closer and he felt like he had heard that voice before. The boy stopped and pointed at a girl who was sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat. Suddenly his memory flashed back to the month of Ramadan last year. Now he remembered that the girl was the girl he met every afternoon in the month of Ramadan.\n\n\"The tears were for you,\" the young man gasped at the boy's words.\n\"What do you mean?\" asked the young man again.\n\"When you come back, remember that because of the girl's tears, God saved you from death. \"The sincerity of his love saved your life,\" said the boy. The young man looked at the girl again and in his heart there was a very deep feeling of sadness.\n\n\n“And look over there.” pointed at the boy. The young man looked at another corner and saw a woman relaxing on her bed while playing with her cell phone. That woman was the person he loved. The young man looked back at the girl. His sobbing seemed to be getting worse, it even sounded painful.\n\"Now you know who truly loves you, right?\" Before he had time to answer, the boy had disappeared and everything disappeared too. The pain started to hurt again. However, the voice of the girl chanting was still clearly heard in his ears. He opened his eyes and saw he was in a medical camp. He looked around him and there was only one senior.\n\n\"Bang Arif,\" he called the young man who had the rank of second lieutenant.\n\"Faris,\" said the young man.\n“Does it hurt?” asked the young man and Faris shook his head in return.\n\"Take a break,\" said the young man named Arif.\n\n\n\"Can I ask you something, bro?\" Faris asked.\n\"Sure,\"\n\"Do you still remember the girl we often met during the fasting month last year who we bought for breaking the fast?\" Faris asked.\n\"Girl? Wait, I remember,”\n“Why?” Arif asked again.\n\"Suddenly I remembered her,\"\n\"Yes, I remember that teenage girl, right?\"\n\"Yeah, do you know his name?\"\n“No, but I think I know where to find out.” Arif reached into his trouser pocket and took out his cell phone. And finally he found what he was looking for.\n\"This girl you mean?\" Arif asked.\n\"Yes, she is,\"\n\"I think her name is Khalisa,\" said Arif and it was clear that a happy smile appeared on Faris' face.\n\nSeveral months later...\nIt seemed that all the task force soldiers were packing up and they were going to return to their respective battalions. Faris looked at her cellphone and smiled to herself then she called her boyfriend.\n\n\"Hello, assalamualaikum sir,\" he said.\n\"Waalaikumsalam, what's wrong, bro?\" asked the woman on the other end.\n\"Brother just wants to say that tomorrow you don't have to pick me up, but when we get there, I also want to talk about something,\" said Faris.\n“Why is that like that, bro? \"Brother, you can also talk directly here, why do you have to try tomorrow,\" said the woman as if she didn't accept it.\n\"Brother wants to talk about something important, so you have to look at him face to face,\" explained Faris.\n\nFaris is one hundred percent sure to end it all. He hoped that this was the best decision, he clutched the small velvet heart-shaped box tightly. The contents of the box were originally intended for his girlfriend. However, now the contents of the box will be given to the girl who saved his life.\n\n\"You haven't come home yet, just call a girl, you're risky,\" said one of his letting friends.\n\"I want to end it,\" answered Faris.\n\"Seriously, you are such a beautiful and kind girl,\"\n\"Yes, she is indeed kind and beautiful, but there is someone who is sincere and is risking her heart between being happy or being destroyed again,\"\n\"Who is she,\"\n\"She is the one whose sincerity I never realized,\"\n\"I don't know. you,\"\n\nFaris smiled then put the box into his bag. He slung his bag over his shoulder and marched out with the others. He looked at the army trucks that would take him and his colleagues to the port. Soon he would meet the girl before it was too late.\n\nFinally, after several days of traveling, he arrived at the city where he served. He inhaled very deeply. He looked out and saw some differences. The eight months he had been away made him really miss this city. Reo stopped right in the battalion field, everyone was ready to go down to meet their respective families.\n\n\n'Khalisa wait for me to come.” he said to himself as he planted his feet on the ground.\n\nYOU\n\nThere, in the middle of the hot sun, a girl stopped her activities. His chest felt tight and his heart was beating twice as fast. Suddenly he remembered Faris, he thought Faris was in danger. Fear began to invade his heart and mind. He stopped all his activities and walked to a shady place. He didn't know that Faris had returned. His heart became anxious and he hoped that Faris would be fine.\n\nA week later...\nExactly at 18.00 WIT, Khalisa ended all her activities. Today was the day he took his final brown belt karate exam. After carrying out the closing ceremony, they all said goodbye because they would return to their respective areas.\n\nBRUAK\nOW...\nKhalisa winced at the pain in her shins. His shins immediately turned blue and swollen. Accidentally, his colleague kicked Khalisa's leg very hard. The coach immediately instructed his students to calm down. He tried to examine Khalisa's feet and his face looked very surprised.\n\n\"Broken,\" he said, making everyone look at the perpetrator.\n“Hurry up and take him to the hospital.” the coach ordered one of his adult students.\n\"What is it?\" Suddenly Faris came over to them. He had just arrived at the Kodim and saw everyone gathered and looking panicked.\n\"Her leg is broken,\" answered one of Khalisa's seniors, making Faris' attention shift to Khalisa.\n\"Let me take you to the hospital and pick up the mother.\" said Faris while lifting Khalisa's body.\n\nEverything was like a dream, his heart was beating twice as fast. Currently she is in the arms of the young man she loves. The fragrance can be smelled very clearly, even the heartbeat can be heard very clearly. The pain seemed to have disappeared from his leg, he no longer felt the pain. Without realizing it, a drop of tear fell, he didn't know what he was feeling.\n\n\"Very ill?\" Faris asked gently.\n\"Hmmm...\" Khalisa answered, honestly she couldn't open her mouth. He was afraid that his trembling lips would let out a sob.\n\"Calm down until five minutes.\" he said, pulling Khalisa's head into his warm embrace.\n\nThe girl's defenses collapsed and she fell into silence. It was not happiness that he felt but very deep pain. Faris held Khalisa's hand tightly as if she would never let go again.\n\nAfter waiting some time, Faris was finally allowed to accompany Khalisa. He saw that the girl looked very peaceful. He sat beside Khalisa's gurney and touched the girl's black surau. Khalisa opened her eyes and felt a hand touch the top of her head. Faris smiled warmly looking at Khalisa's beautiful eyes.\n\n\"What's your name?\" Faris asked.\n\"Khalisa,\" answered Khalisa.\n\"How old are you?\"\n“20 years old,”\n“Do you have a boyfriend?”\n\"Not yet,\"\n\"Why not yet when you are so beautiful,\"\n\"I'm waiting for someone,\"\n\n“The young man you saved that third night?”\n\"What do you mean, brother?\"\n\"I see that your age is suitable for marriage. Would you like to be my baby mother?\"\n\n\"You're joking, right?\"\n\"I am serious.\" Faris took the velvet box out of his trouser pocket and opened it in front of Khalisa.\n\"Will you marry me?\" Khalisa was silent when she heard the question that came from Faris' lips.\n\n\"What did you see in me that you asked me to be your wife, even though I'm a poor child and don't have a higher education, I don't have any advantages,\" Faris held Khalisa's hand tightly, conveying warmth to her.\n\"I love you like this, not you who has thousands of advantages,\" answered Faris, making Khalisa's tears fall uncontrollably.\n\n\"Sir, continue to love your brother as before and be your wife without having to change anything about you,\"\n\"Are you sure, brother?\"\n\"Yes, of course I don't want to lose you,\"\n\"I promise that I will continue to be with you and will continue to support you even though I am not always by your side,\"\n\n\"Get well soon after that we propose and get married.\" Faris put the gold ring on Khalisa's ring finger which indicated that the girl would be his.\n\nKhalisa looked at her ring finger where there was a gold ring wrapped around it. His struggle and hope produced very sweet results. Someone he couldn't have had now put a ring on his ring finger. One third of the night witnessed his struggle in fighting for his love.\n\nFaris kissed the back of Khalisa's hand briefly. His heart felt at peace as if this was the best decision he had ever made. Until the time came when the two of them legally became husband and wife. The porapun sword is carried out with wisdom. The girl has won his love. Now, in the third part of the night, he no longer asks that the young man be his. However, he asked that the young man be looked after wherever he served. Currently he is no longer in the phase of letting go but, he is in the phase of having he has become a true winner.\n\n\n![1000050322.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmQpGqugLPeoPhCpZ8uXdoKrBjda8yxzyUgEoYKTEPsty4/1000050322.jpg)\n\nENDED\n\nShort Stories Written by: Khalisa\n\n![1000050323.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmTmtKbhJ1erQMHet7LgsYf16PU8hG7PBVGdNGU2LPJUdW/1000050323.jpg)",
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A character that I don't understand what he wants, and I still love him.\n\nThe Pradipta character in my eyes is a man who is younger, with a character who is still far from being considered mature. Aksara was in her final year of high school when she confessed her feelings to me. As for our initial meeting, you could call it just a coincidence. I was just visiting the city library and reading solemnly on the front page as usual, and that day Aksara—with his uniform crumpled and sticking out of his trousers—bumped into me by accident. Whether he didn't see me sitting on the grass or what, what was clear was that the books in his arms fell apart and one of them was thrown into the fish pond. Immerse completely.\n\nAt that time, Aksara was panicking, without realizing it, we stole a lot of attention from the people around us. In the end, I apologized and helped him talk to the librarian. 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Come on!\" He led the way in front of the brothers.\n\n\nThere was only one customer who was sitting waiting on a plastic chair. Widya put the sack next to the mat held by the fried rice seller. Then go to the seller to order four portions. \"Sir, please have four servings of fried rice, one just wrapped. Everything is delicious, sir. Not spicy.\" He said to the salesman. \"What do you drink, Grandma?\" Widya, who was looking at the side dishes on the table, replied, \"Three glasses of hot tea, sir!\" He took three flour-fried tempeh and three quail egg satays. Place it on a plastic plate.\n\nFinished choosing a side dish, Widya returned to Angga and Anggi who were sitting on the mat. Put the plate in front of them. Then offer it as a snack while waiting for their order to arrive.\n\nAnggi shyly took a quail egg skewer. It was Angga's turn to ask where the kind woman lived. Widya replied that he lived in a boarding house five hundred meters behind the cafe he visited. 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Anggi saw the kind-hearted brother in front of him, hoping to ask permission to eat the delicious-looking food. Realizing this, Widya nodded. \"Just eat it, brother who pays, why don't you calm down.\"\n\nWidya tightened his hands and began to pray silently. God, thank you for this little happiness. I am aware, there are many who are not luckier than me. May Angga and Anggi always be in the embrace of Your love. Give them a better life Lord. Then he opened his eyes to see the two little children who were confused to see him. Angga lowered his hands and took a portion of fried rice. Put it on his sister's thigh and then take another portion for himself. Unbearable hunger makes them devour fried rice. Widya followed to eat\n\nFifteen minutes passed, each plate had been cleared. Continued drinking tea that is not too warm anymore. After that, the three of them laughed. Happy for the simple favors of the Almighty. \"Thank you sis. Treated us. 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Gratitude is constantly spoken in the heart. Strengthening the heart that was previously confused with a few problems at the office.\n\nIt's true, sometimes we are too busy thinking about our own problems. Feeling the most suffering as a creature of God. Feeling that God is too cruel to give life a test. Even though if you want to open your eyes, there are still many who cannot taste the pleasures that we have received.",
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      "body": "I allowed the position of the harness clogs before he finished putting on his beloved white robe. Over the past year, the robe has been her mainstay for attending special invitations. And tonight, the harness will fulfill a long -awaited invitation. He tried to look attractive by repeatedly following himself in front of a long mirror not far from the bathroom. I held back a smile at the sight of Abah acting like a young man, pacing just to correct his appearance.\n\n\"Have you got your sandals ready, Meyda?\" I nodded.\n\"Have you called Ahsan?\" I nodded again.\n\"Oh yes, please pray in front of the bookshelf facing south.\" I passed from the front of the harness to fulfill his command. Kuraih tasbih with the details of the soft and tiny yaqut gem, then I put it in the pocket of the purple abaya robe that I wore tonight.\n\n\"Meyda, Ahsan has come.\" Call the harness softly but sound firm. I immediately approached abah who was ready to wait for me in the front seat with Ahsan, abah's personal driver. Well! I have been on duty to accompany abah wherever he goes since the day ummi died a few years ago. Because, I am the only puppet princess with a heavy burden that I will bear later. Bismillah sincerely, insya Allah I can make the pesantren that is my responsibility better, according to the request of abah.\n\"Abah does not want many students. Abah just wants students who obey. ” Order a harness when a month ago lay weak in the hospital.\n\nAd by Valueimpression\n\n\"Neng, it's here.\" Ahsan woke me up slowly.\n\"Oh!\" I stuttered, then struggled to straighten the body I let curl up during the trip.\n\"Where's Abah?\" Ahsan pointed to the harness that was being held by some students of Habib Ahmad with his thumb.\n\"I'm sorry, romo yai saw that antum was very sleepy. But, now Neng Meyda is sent to face romo yai and habaib who have been waiting for Neng Meyda's arrival. \" I immediately moved and my heart was a little overjoyed as I entered the gate that directly connected with the luxurious living room. Hoping to meet the figure of my choice that until now I have not dared to put it on the harness. Don't say matur (say. Indo) to abah, I don't know his name yet. Obviously he is handsome. Because he was handsome, I judged the face as sibawaih (a figure that is usually told in the science of Nahwu). And I only met him twice at the same event a few years ago.\n\"Apparently he didn't come.\" I looked down wearily.\n\n\"Meyda?\" Call the harness.\n\"Yes, Bah?\" I answered, trying to hide the sadness that suddenly erupted.\n\"Listen to Habib Ahmad.\" Speak the harness that I immediately obey.\n“The Messenger of Allah (may peace be upon him) said: Whoever has a worse day than yesterday, then he is one of those who perish, whoever has the same day as yesterday, then he is one who loses, and whoever is lucky is one whose day is always better than yesterday. ” For a moment I pondered the words of Habib Ahmad which were translated into Indonesian by a translator.\n\n\"Listen carefully, Meyda.\" Abah immediately launched the words that made my cheeks heat up.\n\"People do not live in happiness forever. Don't be lazy to worship just because your ummi left you like before. That will hurt yourself. Abah hopes there will be no second session after Abah dies later. \" Abah rotated his rosary beads devoutly.\n\"God willing, Bah.\"\nAbah nodded and I breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, I was twice as frustrated. And what is meant by abah this time is not the selfishness of someone who once failed to be matched with me but my frustration when facing the departure of ummi to her last place of rest.\n\nIn fact, I plan to knit a new story with my future husband before ummi dies to make her happy with the man of my own choice. But what power if not a mate, then God will move one's heart not to love anymore. And because of my busyness completing the S2 program, I have not been able to fulfill the request of the ummi who wanted me to get married at a young age and I have not been able to find a replacement for Damar. Until the day of the year arrives.\n\n\"Please have a drink, Neng.\" Suddenly a female student came and asked me to rest in the back room. I turned to the harness to get his approval.\n\"Meyda.\" Call the harness before I move. He gripped the rosary with the clear white details in my right hand.\n\"Dad.\"\n\"Get enough rest. All this time, my father has always bothered you. ” Abah rubbed my fingers gently. I just nodded and entered the luxury house with the modern interior design with Nila.\n\"Hopefully Neng Meyda is comfortable here. This is Habib Husain's former room. \" Said Nila, the beautiful khodam (assistant. Indo) who accompanied my break was busy bringing many snacks into the room.\n\"Thank you. I'm sleepy, Nila. \" I answered in moderation, then no longer realized my existence. Vaguely I heard Nila ask herself about the location of the special guest blanket she had just washed.\n\n-\n\n\"Today, there is a teaching schedule at the princess hut. His book is Tafsir Al-jailani. Meyda has it ready on the table. ” Abah nodded casually, enjoying the broccoli vegetables cooked to his taste by his personal khodam. As for the cooking problem, abah really didn't want to entrust it to me. Considering that I am a spoiled figure, everything must be prepared before I angrily look for her and my ummi does not want to let my pale yellow skin burn by the dangerous fire of the stove. But, it has passed after ummi died. And now, my job is to be independent and take care of some of the blessings in my life. Little knowledge I have ever heard from one of the teachers told me that, when the figure of a mother has died, half the blessings in her life are lost. And I really want to specialize in the harness.\n\n\"Tasbih abah mana, Meyda?\" Ask the harness that is ready with the clogs on his right foot.\n\"Abah left it to Meyda.\" I immediately ran to the room on the second floor. After rummaging through the pocket of my robe, I panicked because the rosary was not there. What could I have forgotten? I asked in my heart and tried to re -record what happened in Habib Ahmad's house (Javanese house) after Nila woke him up.\n\"Abah, the rosary is not there.\" My lips trembled to hold back the tears. I don't feel like I can keep the trust that small. I can't keep the rosary alone, let alone a pesantren of this size.\n\"Abah, is this a sign that Meyda is not fit to continue this message?\" Abah hugged me in his arms.\n\"Abah believes in you. You understand, that tasbih is a tasbih that not everyone can know. Only those who have high piety are able to see it. \"\n\"How could Meyda have seen it yesterday and not today, Bah?\" I asked curiously.\n\"Indeed, human hearts often fluctuate. O Muqallibal qulub, O Allah the Turner of hearts, there will be a time for this daughter of mine to remain the strengthener of faith. ” He looked at me with a smile that I could not understand.\n\"Abah, Meyda is not a pious person.\" I said sadly. As the only daughter of the puppet, I really feel weak.\n\n“The tasbih is a gift from the Shaykh who knows from a dream. He embraced the harness while stating, that the piety of the harness is equivalent to his piety. \"\nSubhanallah abah, Glory be to Allah who puts the hardness of irodah (strong desire) in the hearts of those who hope for the hereafter.\" I kissed Harness's hand reverently.\n\"I'm sorry Meyda who accidentally removed the rosary, Bah. Meyda will look for him in Habib Ahmad's house. \" My request on the harness.\n\"Faith without worship will not be useful. Worship without faith cannot be accepted by God. In order for worship to be accepted, it must be equipped with knowledge. Use your knowledge to be able to read someone's footsteps and feel them. Again, the rosary is not lost, but you can't see it. Maybe you left some of the practices that you gave me. ” I nodded. Out of exhaustion, I deliberately abandoned the practices given by the harness. And I never realized the high spiritual value of the rosary.\n“Meyda apologizes, Bah. Meyda promises not to repeat it. \" My promise on the harness was greeted with a gentle nod from him.\n\"Give the rosary to Meyda.\" The old break of the harness looked at me pensively. And I came back pensive after seeing a figure I knew very well. He?\n\n-\n\n“Kitab Al-Muwatha 'written by Imam Malik as his dowry. And Meyda wants to visit the tombs of the Salafus Sholih in Indonesia. \" I said flatly and hoped my future husband would fulfill my wishes.\n\"What if the pilgrimage is in the framework of the honeymoon?\" I immediately greeted the harness proposal with a nod of respect. Even 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