Betting Love Above Destiny
23 One Amen Prayer

Rain falls in the afternoon. Everyone who crossed the pesantren road was equally pulled over, looking for shelter. Even those who use the motor also increasingly accelerate the speed of the motor or stop first to just shelter.

But not with Madina Shafa, the ayu girl remained with her shaky steps, flanking the ledger with both hands. While the wind occasionally waving tassels pasmina veil worn. The drizzle that comes is sure. But the girl didn't seem to care. Even as if I don't feel at all. His move refused to stop. As his consciousness and mind had departed, being snatched away and deprived left an uncertain shadow.

"Meidina!" Davina yelled out to see the appearance of the ayu girl at the gate. Davina immediately ran over while carrying an umbrella.

"Why don't you go home on a pedicab anyway?"

davina asked after they walked together under one umbrella.

"Involuntarily, I want to enjoy the sensation along the way. Fun too, you know," said Madina while smiling excitedly. Walking slowly, alone, under the rain, turned out to be quite exciting. That must be what Meidina meant.

"Yes, but if it rains like this, take shelter dong, then you get wet, Din." Davina looked at her best friend worriedly. He did not want the drizzle opposed by Madina would make the ayu girl disturbed her health.

"No papa." Madina rubbed parts

Her veil is wet. Also rub the water point that perch on the face. "Auntie's home?" ask her later. The aunt Meidina referred to was the umminya Davina. Earlier this morning he visited the Alhasyimi branch with Nyai Fitrotin, his mother Ra Fattan. They come to see Davina, after hearing the news that her daughter had just been hit.

"Yes, about an hour ago. Ma'am send greetings to you," said Davina. Instead of answering greetings, Meidina was silent after hearing that. Till,

"Cock beggong?" reproof Davina.

"Yes, waalaikumsalam," said Meidina as if just realized to answer the greetings from Bu Nyai Fitrotin, wife of Kyai Muhajir.

"Ummi, leave this for you." Davina gave me an envelope, which I guessed was money.

"Ah, no need, Davina." The girl refused subtly. But Davina forced. Indeed, so far the closeness that is established is not only limited between Davina and Meidina, but also the two people each who are like brothers. Giving between them is no longer new.

"Bu Nyai said that he would pray for your success in the achievement race," said Davina again, once both have arrived in front of the guesthouse. Meidina simply nodded, the sweet girl then rushed into the guesthouse.

The achievement race between agencies will be held tomorrow in central Alhasyimi. There was a lot of preparation done by Meidina. He had just been training there. And the rain came home because the girl was reluctant to take shelter.

Initially Meidina felt very excited to follow the race, although she did not expect to be a winner. Because he feels his ability is still very minimal than other participants. The girl was only determined to give her best.

But at this time, in the final seconds before the race will be held, the concentration becomes divided, the mind is disturbed. Makes him unable to focus. He only holds the book and opens it, but it is not read, let alone observed its contents. Long time it intermittent, until the ayu girl grabbed the phone, typed some chat, but didelete. Typed again, then dihaous again. Sometimes he has finished typing the message and is ready to be sent. But, it's not.

If only two days ago Ra Fattan did not say that he was on duty outside the campus, then surely thousands of chat or thousands of texts have been sent since. Since he heard about the news. The news that has taken the peace of his soul. It takes away all of its focus and concentration. Then dumped the girl in the uneasiness and unrest like now.

In the current discomfort of his soul, only the name Rayyan Ali Fattan was always remembered. Even the image of the handsome face of the young man seemed to be dancing in his glasses. Many times the girl took a breath, to dispel the burden of taste that was too heavy. But tranquility is never obtained, it is the anxiety that is getting multiplied.

"Ra, if only the genie felt the unrest of my heart, the endless turmoil like this," he lamented with a pair of teary eyes. And slowly the clear crystal grains roll.

"What's really going on, Ra. Why jennengan not honest with me, "his mind again, when the crying can not stop.

Rayyan Ali Fattan's.

Her lips called out that one name, and her tears fell along with it. Back he was washed away in a sagging worry. Then how the contents of the textbooks got to his head, if there was only Rayyan Ali Fattan. How will he focus on training the material of the exam that he will face in the race, if in every component of his soul, from the start of the molecule ... until. Meidina really can't get back up to be okay. Although then a song robs her of her daydream.

Songs from Al-Badar's album filled his listening room. It is enough to take away all the lara that in so many times have nailed her soul. The Arabic love song which is a collection of hits Al-Badar was played in the hall. It is as usual every Friday, which is a pesantren holiday of all activities.

Meidina seemed to be listening to the song. The song that Al-Hashimi performed yesterday was performed by

Azmi Khalidi and accompanied by only one musical instrument, guitar melody by Irfan Arafka Wafdan. What a great collaboration. Which was greeted enthusiastically by all Al-Badar lovers, both from among Al-Hasyimi santri and not. Even the occasional hysterical screams blared, accompanying the slick duet of two handsome members of the pesantren prayer group.

Davina was astonished to see Meidina who was silent and stunned to hear the song. "Hey." He patted his friend's shoulder gently. "What draws your attention from that song?" tanyakanya. Because he had never seen Meidina until this moment while listening to the songs of prayer from Al-Badar.

Meidina shook her head and then looked down.

"Azmi Khalidi, or Irfan Arafka Wafdan?" Davina asked further.

"Not both" said Meidina Shafa. And his fingers were raised to the face to wipe away the tears that had adorned his father's face.

"Din." Davina was surprised when she saw that the girl was crying. "Why are you crying Meidina, not because of that song, right?"

Meidina Shafa simply shook her head while wiping away her tears again. Davina looked at all of that carefully.

"I know there's something else about you. You don't look tired from fatigue. But I didn't think the problem was this serious. What's the matter, Meidina?" ask Davina gently. As Davina knew, her best friend would not have shed tears, if not for something that weighed heavily on her soul.

Meidina Shafa was silent. He just looked at his best friend as if he was thinking, whether to tell a story or not.

"Is this about Ra Fattan? What's wrong with him?" guess Davina slowly. As soon as he saw Meidina was still silent.

"It's not about Ra Fattan, Vina. But about us" Meidina said.

"We?" Davina looked astonished.

"Yes, about you and me" Meidina said.

"What does that mean, Din? What's with us, about us?" ask Davina doesn't understand. There was no problem between the two of them. They are always okay, supporting each other, understanding each other. Always be with each other, when needed. For Davina there is no beautiful friendship, other than between them. The bond is not because of blood. But a sense of self-awah above the series of faith and awareness as fellow servants of God. Be appreciative of each other.

In their friendship there will never be any problems. Even if they are in each other, they will give up on each other. Davina was in her heart.

"Why don't you ever tell me, Vina, that the truth ..." Meidina slashed her own words to just catch her breath. From this it can be seen clearly, if what will be conveyed after this is the thing that makes him feel claustrophobic. "That's actually between you and Ra Fattan that's been betrothed a long time ago?"