Aqidah Love
The Voice of Fafa

Kevin and the companions were still chatting in the front room of the pavilion that was currently occupied by Bu Saidah and Mama Susan, to keep the two middle-aged women resting in the room. While waiting for news from the family, about Fatiya and Akbar.

Kevin and three other young men did not realize that there was a pair of ears that had listened to the talk of the four of them.

The middle-aged woman limped, walking back towards her room. Saidah was crying, knowing that Akbar was missing because he was looking for his daughter.

'Is that Nak Akbar's love for Fafa? And is it true, Nak Akbar's family is really sincere with us?' ask Ma'am Saidah to yourself.

'O Allah, save them both wherever they are. Protect them from distress and from all forms of vile satanic slander" do'a Bu Saidah sincerely.

'It's almost three o'clock, I should pray at night, ' muttered Fatiya's mother. The skinny woman then headed to the bathroom, to fetch some ablution water.

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In the middle of a vast empty field.

"Come, Mas! Fafa help!" exciting Fatiya. As much as possible, the girl tried to pull the hand of the handsome young man who was still in the well, in order to go up like her.

"Aw ..," cried both at the same time, when Fatiya was unable to withstand the weight of Akbar's body back mired into the well, the girl also mired back and fell on Akbar's athletic body.

For a moment, the two fell silent with Akbar's position below and Fatiya above him. The faces of the two met and their lips stuck together.

Akbar looked at Fatiya with a deep gaze, as well as the hijab girl who looked at the young man he was piercing with a pounding heart.

Akbar swallowed the saliva, wanting to feel the young man hold the nape of Fatiya so that their lips were not separated, but the sane mind of the eldest son of Papa Alvian still dominates rather than his feelings dissolved in the atmosphere.

Akbar turned his head slightly to the side, so that his lips were free from the thin lips of Fatiya which must have tasted very sweet. The young man cleared his throat to neutralize the pounding heart that was leaping, just like the beating of the heart of the girl above him.

"Fa, do you want to kill me by drowning me?" asked Akbar, slowly.

The rain still fell very heavily, the water that began to inundate the well almost drowned Akbar's face if the young man did not rise immediately.

Fatiya regained his senses, the girl then immediately shuffled. "Sorry, Mom," said the girl nervously.

Fatiya then stood up in trembling. Surprised by the fall, groggy feeling was as close as Akbar and also cold. Everything is mixed into one.

After hard-earned Akbar managed to get up, the young man then stood beside Fatiya. "Come, let's go up again!"

Fatiya. "No, Mas. Poor Mas Akbar, surely the power of Mas has run out," rejected Fatiya with lips quivering with cold.

The condition of the body that was wet from the rain, plus the feet that were submerged in water to the calf and continued to rise little by little, made Fatiya's body shiver with cold.

"But you're cold, Fa. We have to go up and find a place to shelter" Akbar said. "Come, Fa. Get on here." Akbar crouched back to Fatiya, even though the young man was already very tired.

The endless events that he experienced all day, made Akbar's body become weak.

"No, Mas. Later we fall again, as before," Fatiya said, refusing.

Akbar stood up again, the young man then grabbed Fatiya and hid the girl's head in his chest. "Sorry, Fa. If you don't want to go up, let me hold you like this so you don't get cold" Akbar said.

"I don't want you to pass out here because of the cold" Akbar added, tightening his arms.

Fatiya froze in Akbar's arms, warm feelings flowed and made the girl no longer feel the cold as before.

Without the girl noticing, her hands coiled around Akbar's waist and hugged him tightly, making the handsome young man smile widely.

Akbar lowered his head, kissing the top of Fatiya's head wholeheartedly. "Pakdheku said, that the rain brings blessings and every prayer that we pray InshaAllah will be granted by the Most Creator" whispered Akbar in Fatiya's ear.

"And I pray, plead with the Almighty, may He open the door of your heart to me, Fa," Akbar continued. The young man further tightened his body by tightening his embrace.

Unbeknownst to Akbar, Fatiya cried on the chest of Papa Alvian's eldest son. She felt she was the luckiest girl to be loved by a young man, who asked her directly to the Creator.

Fatiya further tightened the embrace, the girl did not even want to let go of him anymore.

'Really, I found it?' inner Fatiya, asked.

Both are still dissolved in their minds, when a faint sound that calls the name Akbar and Fatiya alternately, among the sound of rushing rain.

"Fa, that's them coming!" yelling Akbar with netra sparkling because help will come soon.

Akbar broke off the hug. "Wait for the Fa, I call them" Akbar said.

"Malik! Bram!" akbar shouted as loud as he could.

Akbar kept repeating, calling the names of the companions. However, their voices instead of getting closer, but instead getting further away from the old well, where Akbar and Fatiya were.

"Come, Fa. Go up and call them!' Akbar crouched down again, with such a position, Akbar's chest had already begun to be submerged in water.

Yes, the height of the water in the well, is already above the knee of Fatiya.

Forced, Fatiya obeyed Akbar's orders. "I'm sorry, Mom" he said nervously before boarding.

After painstakingly and successfully reaching the top back, Fatiya immediately shouted for help.

"Bang, wait!" attar exclaimed, when his ears caught a voice though it sounded faint and drowned by the sound of heavy rain.

They all stopped the move.

"What's up, Bang?" asked Mirza who was walking by Attar's side earlier.

"You hear no, uh, female voices asking for help?" ask Attar on everything.

They compactly shake. "No," they answered in unison.

"Be careful with your ears" said Attar. "Women's voice but her voice drowned" he added.

"Don't a countryman and a kind of subtle creature, Bang," said Mirza. "Where is dark again" he added.

Yes, they are now dark in the search because their phones have died in the rain.

"Sik, again this is precarious even joking," protested Malik.

"Let's not stress and cold, Bang," replied Mirza.

Back the voice sounded.

"Right, it might be Fafa!" exclaim Pendi excitedly.

"really. Come on, get over there!' malik's Edit.

The six youths immediately moved, towards the direction of the sound source. They continued to step in the dark, approaching the voice of the woman who kept asking for help.

"Please ...."

The voice was getting clearer.

"Right, that's Fafa's voice! Excited Pendi, who immediately called out the name of his cousin's sister.

"Fa! Fafa!" Pendi accelerated his steps towards the source of the sound he recognized and followed by the others.

They continued to accelerate their steps, towards the source of the sound even without lighting.

Until not infrequently, they stumbled over a fallen banana tree trunk and then fell. There are also those whose feet are stuck in the roots of wild plants and scratched by the thorns of cat mustache plants.

"Fafa!" exclaimed Pendi, as soon as Fatiya's cousin was able to see the hijab girl who was standing while holding her own body.

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