Betting Love Above Destiny
28 Meetings

"Meidina Shafa!" Nabila, Zaskia and Davina compactly called.

Meidina who just got off the stage, holding the award trophy and still taking pictures with fellow contestants turned her head. The three friends waved their hands. Of course Meidina approached immediately.

Davina immediately greeted him with a warm embrace. "You won, Meidina. You become champion one," he said with sparkling eyes.

"Congratulations, Ma'am." Zaskia embraced it.

"We are very happy and very grateful for your victory, Meidina." Nabila also expressed his happiness. The four third-level students of kulliyatul muallimin embraced each other with a sense of happiness in the middle of the traffic of people who began to leave the place, because the event has ended and closed with a prayer together just now.

"We are photographed together yuk, to capture all this" Zaskia suggested.

"Yes, can. Yuk." yuk." Nabila answered enthusiastically and was approved by others. "But it's better if someone photos it, who is," the girl continued.

"I'll get help first, Ma'am." Zaskia immediately frowned hoping that among the students who passed by he knew, to be asked for help. So long as he got nothing, he even hit people who were passing by. "Oh, sorry, accidentally" said Zaskia. Ordinary among fellow santri, will call mbak to santri putri, and call brother to santri putra.

"Mas Rafka." And Zaskia became shocked too, when she found out that the son she was talking about was Arafka.

"I'm sorry, Mom." Zaskia repeated her apology with uneasy feelings. Arafka just nodded briefly and smiled at a glance. Then come back to hurry. However,

"Can you ask her for help, Mas?" ask Zaskia suddenly. It seems like a request for spontaneity. Because after that sentence was said, Zaskia was like a shock to herself with her words. And hurriedly to rectify. But, uh,

"What help, Ning?" Arafka stopped her steps, which seemed to be in a hurry.

"Please take a picture of the four of us, Mas. If not a hassle," said the girl with a friendly smile.

Arafka nodded small. "Where's the phone," he asked directly.

After giving away her cell phone, Zaskia immediately joined her three other friends. They stood docked by positioning Meidina in the middle. Arafka only took one shot, then looked at the photos.

"Why, Mas? asked Zaskia who saw the look on Arafka's face like she didn't like it.

"Dark, Ning. Less clear." The answer.

"Maybe the quality of the phone is like that" said Zaskia slowly.

"Use the phone deck Rafka only, the results will be sent to us" said Nabila.

And the handsome young man immediately grabbed his advanced iPhone from inside his pocket. Activate the camera feature and get into action immediately. I don't know how many times he took a picture, no one is aware. Until the young man said.

"I sent the picture to Ning Zaskia huh."

"Yes, Mas" said Zaskia pleased.

"What's the number, Ning?"

"Ee, that wasn't saved, was it?" asked Zaskia with a hopeful look. While helping Rafka get a video from Farah, the two had exchanged numbers. And Zaskia neatly kept the handsome young man's number on her phone. And Arafka?

"No" he answered briefly.

Zaskia shrouded in a disappointed breath. From this alone, he could conclude, that he was for Arafka not something that falls into the category of "unusual" let alone "Excellent". The girl also mentioned her number. Then in an instant several photos were sent to his phone from Iphone Arafka.

After that, and with no words the handsome young man was about to pass from there.

"Thank you, Mas" said Zaskia. It seemed Arafka was just nodding.

"Hurry up, huh, Dek?" ask Davina.

"Yes, weighed by Shaykhona" he said, and immediately brought his sturdy body to pass.

"Yes, God. So we have prevented Rafka mas to immediately fulfill the call from Shaykhona yes," said Zaskia jumped, and the look on his face immediately looks uncomfortable.

"She must be bad to refuse your request, Ning," said Nabila.

"So it's more unpleasant" said Zaskia, staring at Arafka's departure.

"It's certain that Arafkanya looks fine-fine anyway." Davina patted Zaskia on the shoulder, knowing that in the beautiful girl, there was always more feeling, and more attention for Arafka Wafdan.

"So we go back to the guesthouse on foot?" Nabila's question immediately disperse the sad atmosphere in Zaskia's heart due to the events just now.

"But, what, Ma'am Meidina isn't tired of walking?" Zaskia glanced at Madina Shafa who was just more silent.

The girl smiled. "Let's walk." And he immediately swung a step ahead. The four beautiful girls had to circle the auditorium building first to get to the main courtyard of the pesantren. There was laughter accompanying each step. There is a story that ends with laughter. There are stories that each other is enthusiastic about hearing. Up to the distance by foot to get to the main courtyard of the boarding school that not only takes ten minutes, so it passes without feeling.

Not only that, the preoccupation of the four of them also ignored some santri who also passed by on the same road. It also eliminates some people who might be approaching them. Including with someone who stepped closer, which they also did not see. Until the greeting that is said, makes them both look up, and both stop the movement.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam warahmah ..."

After answering the greeting he said, they fell silent for a moment. Either it was silent, or it was silent because it was fascinated. And it could be silence because of both.

Then who came?

Who gives greetings?

A handsome-looking young man, who wrapped his proportionally tall body in a black cocoa shirt. The white copy that covered his crown, embroidered a golden thread. And the cloth sheath she used, waving gently in the gentle wind. His gaze seemed calm, along with his smile that grew charming. A handsome figure who radiated charisma was quite deep.

"Meidina Shafa, congratulations, you've made it to champion." The words of the handsome young man were only directed at Meidina Shafa. And all could not deny that the gentle gaze of the handsome was also only on Meidina.

"Grove?" Meidina, whom she spoke to, was still not separated from the shock. Until he can only speak like that.

The girl still felt disbelief, still wanting to deny it. But, that young man was real standing in plain sight. And not only Meidina can see it. And so did three of his other friends. It was emanated from the look on their faces which also gathered gazes at the same object.

"Meidina." The young man pulled Meidina home from her slob which was quite long. His call distracts all the attention of the girl from everything else. As was the presence all this time, which was enough to divert his world.

Meidina looked at him questioningly. A dozen question words that are only summarized in eye-to-eye. No words as a companion.

"Yes, it's me. Rayyan Ali Fattan." And the young man answered a wordless question from the ayu girl in front of him.

Hearing it, Nabila and Zaskia looked at each other, both showing expressions of understanding. While Davina looked smiling and immediately took a look.

It seems that Meidina now has to admit that what she saw was real. The handsome young man who was greatly missed was now in front of him. In Alhasyimi too. However, there was no word he could say. Until then he looked down with a pair of teary eyes.

"When will the Jennengan arrive, Ra?" Finally, there is the language spoken also from Meidina Shafa, after being so surprised at the sudden arrival of Ra Fattan, can make him silent without a sound.

"An hour before you receive the award." Ra Fattan said that with a smile. And an Arabic prayer was given to Meidina. "Yarhamuki La'llaaha."

"Amiin Ya Rabb," greeted Meidina solemnly. "Ra, these are my best friends." Finally Meidina remembered to introduce Zaskia and Nabila.

The two also get a friendly smile from Fattan. Before the young man greeted Davina with a question.

"How are you, Davina?"

"Good, Ra. Alhamdulillah," said the sweet girl, although for a moment she was tempted. However, Davina was a gentle and firm figure. He will not allow himself to be overwhelmed by feelings. He firmly builds his firmness, though perhaps his soul is fragile. "Yourself, how are you?" He is able to reverse the question, so that the existing communication seems familiar. Mainly to show Meidina, that between her and Ra Fattan, there was nothing.

"I'm also good ... he said, just a moment ago you had an accident?"

"Yes, right. Ra," said Davina with a smile.

"Oh yeah, congratulations Ra, you passed the test." Davina even said in an even more familiar tone.

"thank you. Meidina did tell you?" guess Ra Fattan.

"Mother Nyai told Davina, Ra," Meidina said.

"Ooh, um." That was the response from Ra Fattan.

"Yesterday too, the lady had a visit here to visit Davina," continued Meidina.

"Not just to see me Ra. But to visit us both exactly" said Davina, rectifying what Meidina had set out to do.

Ra Fattan said nothing this time, she just stared at Meidina with her gentle gaze. Makes the girl lower her face.

"Meidina, you don't ask, why am I here now?"