Betting Love Above Destiny
20 Trending Topic Number One In Alhasyimi

Realizing that the problem has been solved and enlightened, what Irfan Arafka Wafdan did the first time was to give thanks to Dzat who has given him life. Who Has Provided Relief for all incompetence that had perched in the Final seconds before the verdict.

The second thing Arafka did later, was to show off to Shaykhona K. H. Abdullah Umar Hashim, the great nanny of the Alhasyimi pesantren.

For Arafka, Shaykhona was the central figure in her life, the conveyer of divine impressions and messages towards her. He was like the lantern in Arafka's life, illuminating the dark, thorny passageway he had been living in.

Composed before Shaykhona, with his head lowered, his heart full of humility, and listening carefully, every thing that was said, even in the slightest of words, all made Arafka's heart feel calm. Comfortable and peaceful.

Just like today, where the handsome young man sat before him in a polite manner, and was ready to listen to every message that would be given. Because indeed every time Sowan, Alhasyimi's great nanny always gave him a short speech, only in a few words that Arafka always remembered and tried to practice in his daily life.

"The direction of prayer, however, will remain the moral controller of a person." Thus the advice of the great nanny on Arafka at that time.

This advice from Shaykhona, not only interpreted in the raw sentence by Arafka. But it is always examined by reasoning from many opinions that are already experts in their fields. Be it those listed in the reference books of Alhashimi, or those that are the oral opinions of Alhasyimi teachers, in their own field. And the result of every enrichment of that matter, he applies it in his own life.

Usually, after giving a short speech, Alhasyimi's great nanny will allow the santri to go back to the cottage guesthouse, or to her own house which is only 2 Km from central Alhasyimi. What he conveyed to Arafka was a form of direct and also special education from Shaykhona. This was one of the privileges that the young man might not have and was unknown to the other Alhasyimi santri. With the exception of Arafka's close friends.

And for his proximity to the big nanny did not make Arafka high-hearted. He was even more humble, feeling as a santri who knew the least and had to learn a lot in various things.

When Arafka kissed Shaykhona's hand, he suddenly asked. "How old are you now, son?"

"Twenty-four years," said Arafka.

According to some Alhasyimi santri, the handsome young man was still 20 years old. It was seen from his baby face and semester level at STAI Alhasyimi, where he was listed as a student there. But, that was actually Arafka's age. And behind everything, there must be a story.

With Arafka's answer to the question from Shiakhona, he smiled as he nodded. And then he said nothing. But, Arafka knew, if there was always meaning in every Sayikhona word, and always there was a purpose behind every question. Then what does the big nanny of Alhasyimi mean asking about age? Wallahu. Arafka did not want to guess, especially against a teacher whom he respected with all his soul.

And after two things were done by Arafka as a form of gratitude for the revelation of the truth of what Masayu accused him of. Now, it's time for him to do the third thing, which is to thank someone who has done a great job helping him to escape this problem.

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News of the trial at Kyai Fadholi's residence this afternoon spread. Not only among the Alhasyimi santri branch, but the Alhasyimi santri center also heard the news. So the trial event became the no one trending topic in Alhasyimi, per day.

The event became the most talked about topic among students.

"O Allah, have the heart of Masayu to slander that cruel," said one of the santri who sat on the terrace of the hall tonight.

"If the heart is already enamored and entangled with love, it tends to be able to do anything to get it. Even if in a way that is not allowed," said a friend who sat not far from him.

"That's called ambition, not love. Because love is not like that. Love does not hurt" said the other.

And this speech was responded to in a different way by the other friend. "Yes understand, Masayu was crazy about who, Arafka Wafdan that, look at his face and appearance already made drool."

"Truly, and you know, what makes Masayu more keblinger to justify all means?"

"What?" Almost everyone asked with curiosity.

"He said Arafka was a businessman's son. Many companies. In fact he said again, Albadar's natural studio belongs to him, but is given in the name of pesantren."

"Huh yeah?" They cried out in amazement for a news that still could not be ascertained the truth. The news still ranged between his word and his word.

But, let's just continue listening to the talk of some of the princess santri.

"I also heard that he's a rich kid. And what I heard was that his parents lived in Bali, but they're dead."

Their talks are likely to continue, but one of those who did not take part in the talks joined the vote.

"Friends, regardless of who and how Irfan Arafka Wafdan is, as well as no matter how high the desire to get his love, slandering it is a way that religion will never justify, ever, and will never be attacked by all of us."

"Yes, right." And all agreed to that speech.

Not only among Alhasyimi students, kulliyatul muallimin level 3 students also filled a little discussion with the topic of the trial earlier this afternoon.

While Davina was sitting leaning in front of the open window, she saw that she was opening the Islamic Encyclopedia book she was holding. Every now and then he read, and occasionally his gaze drifted through the night, toward the star-studded sky, and a piece of the moon above the clouds.

"Read, what is daydreaming?" tegur Nabila Alia while sitting next to him.

"Yes, read, Iah" Davina replied.

"Read the one here." Nabila pointed to an encyclopedic book with a very exclusive appearance. "Or read that over there" Nabila pointed to the night sky.

"Both" Davina said.

"Could you?"

"could. One is read with heart. And the one with the mind."

"Wahh creative yes. Usually that is in the mind because it is in the heart. But this is a different object. Easy to double," ledek Nabila with a joking tone.

"No, the affairs of the heart are one. Now and forever" said Davina steadily.

"Look." Davina exclaimed in amazement. "Who the hell is that lucky guy, who you've cheated loyalty to death?"

"She, deh." Davina chuckles.

"Is it here too?" Nabila looks very curious.

"It's in a far away place."

"Autside the country?" guess Nabila.

"Maybe." Davina's giving a riddle.

"Kayak Madina dong, likes to be in love long distance. His name is also a friend, his taste is the same."

Davina became silent because of that remark. His face immediately looks sad that momentarily seen by Nabila. However, that intelligent sweet girl, who is adaptable and expert in socialization, can easily neutralize her feelings. He then gave the best smile possible, then immediately switch the conversation to the book he was reading.

"There is so much new knowledge to be gained from this book. About the tomb of Sayyidina Ali which some people say has not been found, it turns out that here it is written if there is in An-Najaf. And also about Sayyidina Khusain who was betrayed by his wife. And many more."

"Yes. And this book is quite expensive for the size of our pockets," replied Nabila and he instead focused on the price of the book.

"It's lucky, yes" Davina said, without elaborating on who was lucky. But, Nabila understood that what he meant was Madina. Because the Encyclopedic book that he now holds it does have Madina Shafa sent by Ra Fattan directly from Egypt.

"Ra Fattan must be very dear to Madina yes," said Nabila.

"certainly. A feeling of affection that has been stored for a long time, but can only be expressed." Davina said that while looking down open the book on her lap. And once again Nabila could see the sad expression on his friend's face.