AMONG THE 3A
CHAPTERS 10. VOICES

An hour had Amir let his cellphone to charge while he again tried to add to his memorization again.

" Slightly more, the remaining 5 juz that I have to memorize but unfortunately you will never be mine, Aiswa. "

Her memory goes back to the time when the girl managed to memorize 100 nadzoms thanks to her help. Before Aiswa came into the house, he once asked Amir to explain a verse. Ali Imran, 14.

" You remember Aiswa, when you asked me to explain the meaning of one verse, I said that :

Made beautiful in the eyes of man the love of what is desired, (i.e., all that is loved and desired lust as a temptation from God or the deceit of Satan (woman, woman, children and lots of possessions).

And you respond with, "like men and women? love for the desired, is it as a favor or a satanic trickery due to lust? "

Deghs.

Amir recalled that Aiswa looked at him for a long time, displaying a sweet smile on his lips that he reportedly never appeared on other than his mahram, which made Amir remember clearly how beautiful the girl looked when smiling.

" Subhanallah, does that mean you have the same taste for me?. " Amir is a monologue with his own thoughts.

" Aiswa's... Dear... May I call you that, as long as you are not my best friend's wife. You've given me a signal but I'm the fool didn't notice it. "

No more regret, there is only the feeling of getting crowded. Amir tried to take his mind off Aiswa and thought it was just the temptation of the cursed shetan.

His eyes turned on the top cot of the bed. The phone has been fully charged because the indicator light as a sign of a full battery has been extinguished. Amir unplugged the charger cable, then turned on his phone.

Criating. Criating. His phone went off a few seconds after it was perfectly turned on. And again a number with no identity on the screen.

" Hello assalamu'alaikum. "

" Wa'alaikumussalam, ana Almahyra, was forced to call ka Amir earlier because Mba Qonita's phone was off and Ustad Abyan did not respond.. Please tell Mba, ana sent an important message.. So that he will answer it immediately.. Syukron. " Long term.

" Yes khayr... Ana aqwl, huna akhtar? " (well, I say. Anything else?)

" Hadza yakf, syukron. " (I think it's enough, thank you).

" Afwan Alma's. "

" Hmm Ka, may I ask you to help me check my draft for a presentation? Tazkiya is famous for its alumni who are able to speak various foreign languages, yes, I sent the file. "

" Mistake Alma's address, I'm not into language. I took sharia economics until I graduated from college there.. If you want to share it may be but do not put more expectations on me. Hmm, I never said Tazkiya alumni, did you find out about me, Alma? " goda Amir later.

" Hmmm, that...That, Mba Qonita once told her sister-in-law alumni there.... Afwan, Email to Amir? " Alma was misbehaved, he let go and tried to divert the conversation so as not to be too obvious that he was embarrassed.

Their conversation on the phone lasted a few minutes until Amir was interrupted with a waiting tone while the call was still going on.

" Afwan Alma, there's an incoming call. Just send the draft by email, I'll read it later, syukron. "

After Alma's call was cut off. Amir immediately answered the incoming phone from a different foreign number.

" Assalamu'alaikum. "

" Wa'alaikumussalam's. "

" Afwan, who am I talking to? "

" Hmmm... Ka's.... "

" yeah? "

" Ais-wa Fajri's. "

Deghs. Deghs. Deghs. Amir was stunned for a moment, he kept his phone away from the ear to make sure that his hearing was not wrong. His eyes immediately widened, staring at the mobile number on the screen as if he could not believe, that the girl of his tribe actually contacted him first.

" Hello, Ka, still hear me? Ka Amir's? hiks. please answer Aish, Ka.... "

" Aiswa, is this really Aiswa? "

" Na'am, I... Where is Ka Amir? I need to talk. " The question sounded the sound of the rest of the sobbing.

" Why Aish? isn't Aish not leaving? kan wants to be. "amir's voice choked, unable to continue the words stuck at the base of his throat.

" Where is Ka Amir? Aish wants to meet, please, "he asks.

" Semarang, Al Multazam residence to Abyan. "

" Away from Jakarta. "

" What's up? Aish wants a story? I'm gonna be horrified. "

" i.... L'm.... "

Aiswa, eat first son, you'll get sick later. The mother's voice was heard by Amir across the street.

" absolutely.... (Honey). "

Tuutetemtuut. The call was just cut off by Aiswa.

Amir again looked at the mobile phone screen while his left hand held his chest that felt beating faster like a drum want war, exactly the lyrics of the phenomenal band Dewa.

Without wasting any time, he hurriedly kept the Aiswa number with the name Rohi, derived from the word Rukh (Soul mates).

Amir then opened a message that he had not yet opened. His heart felt uncomfortable, his efforts these days to learn to mengikhlaskan Aiswa it felt like faded after hearing a soft voice that gushed.

Would it be wrong for me to ask Robb before he is halal for others.

***

Jakarta.

Aiswa has received word that next week, Hasbi and her family will be visiting their residence.

Tak Aiswa dikiri, her future husband is no less handsome and established than Amir. Merely, Amir's tenderness and patience had hypnotized him long ago.

Hasbi was with them at the time, but she preferred to feed her brother's pigeons rather than help Aiswa who was crying desperately there.

In a final attempt to reject the meeting, Aiswa launched a hunger strike, a hunger strike and locked himself in a room all day.

Geck. Geck. Geck. The sound of the door being knocked back.

" Aish, eat baby. You'll be sick later, don't be like this, son. Umma can't see Aish is sick. " Please persuade your mother from behind the door.

" Let Aish go, Umma. Just to get an answer from Him is willing to fight with me. " She begged her mother.

" Aish, it's not good, baby. Remember who we are, son. "

" Umma said, I have an opinion, right? Buya said he would give me time, right? I don't like the show despite the usual meetings.. I-i refused.. From the beginning, I said that Buya could not hear me but Umma does not even believe me...!! " She screamed loudly from inside the room.

" Aishis... Deck... Hasbi is a good man, you already know him, right?. " Ahmad's voice the elder brother persuaded.

" Go........!!! "

Braaakkk. The sound of impact of objects towards the door due to Aiswa throwing a special wooden terompah for him to ablude.

Aiswa again sobbed, this time he was already on the verge of patience for all efforts to reject him.

He took some gamis, long clothes, purple hijab given someone who knows who, laptop and other equipment and arranged it into a backpack. Not to forget, Aiswa opened all savings as supplies on the trip later.

" Sorry... Your Aiswa is no longer a good girl. I'm sick of Buya's rules. " He was crying.

His body fell on the floor, his knees he bent to the chest, his hands hugged his feet as a backrest for his head to sink there, crying over the fate that in the thought of a girl his age is a symbol of injustice.

Not wanting to worry her mother, Aiswa tried to write a letter.

Umma, maybe in your eyes I'm a child who doesn't know it's lucky. I cannot ask who will be born from whose womb, in which family care.

Not that I'm ungrateful, but I just want my existence to be like any other girl.

The free have their own dreams.

Who has their own world.

In fact, it can choose on whom the heart will be anchored.

Forgive Aish, not being the proud daughter of Kyai Hariri Salim the famous owner of Tazkiya.

Take good care of yourself, don't look for me. I can do something that is not even in your mind if I am constantly forced.

Aiswa wiped away her tears, combing her long mane soaked in sweat mixed with tears. Then rushed to take a shower before he would ask his friend for help at midnight.

Good luck..

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..." O God, I ask for Your love and the love of the one who loves You and the love of a practice that can bring me closer to always Loving You . "...

...The Hadith of At-tirmidhi...