Betting Love Above Destiny
33 The Priest of Dreams

It was a long and exhausting night. The night wind stopped. The usual singing of the night was not heard anymore. The night felt very dark and thick. A night that packs all the sad sights in Zaskia Ariva's room. Alone in his tears, alone with a sense of being torn in the chest.

The night feels increasingly gripping, along with pain that feels weakening the body. Oh Allah ... O Allah.

He called his god's asthma. Hope and complain. While the pillow was wet, the alphabet was wet. He whispered in between sobs.

"This is how you tell me that he whose name I always call

In Your Diariba, is it not good for me?

Why are you this sad, Lord."

And again he dissolved in tears, while the shadow of Arafka's handsome face, always playing in his glasses.

"Teach me sincerely.

Appreciate me for staying strong."

Zaskia moaned stifled, and her head drooped leaning on the edge of the bed, while her mind was relentless in activity.

Rafka, what are you doing right now? Are you fast asleep accompanied by angels, who will take you to pick up the morning to be a bride soon.

Or are you hurt?;when you have to give up your singles at a young age.

Or ...?

What are you feeling right now, Rafka?

Is it you who is behind all this?

Is it behind your silence that you harbor such feelings for Meidina's mother?

Aren't you guys worth it?

Has the height of your feelings erased all that?

Or do you just accept obligatory orders that must not be denied, from the shaykhona that we adore?

Where is your current position, Irfan Arafka Wafdan?

Did you know that I was hurt, and I saw that Meidina was also hurt.

And, are you hurt too?

Uh.

Zaskia let out her breath strongly. Strengthen me, O Allah, he whispered softly among the stern of his tears, in the midst of the pain of his soul, in the atmosphere of a drowning night. Soon there was a soft knock on the door of the room, followed by the voice of the Umi who echoed softly in the hearing.

"Sholat, Son! Pray!"

"Ummi." Zaskia immediately got up, wiped away the tears and opened the door. However, with an instant his lips clenched, as it turned out that there was no one in front of the door of his room. The middle room lamp is also not on, and the door of Nyai Fadholi's room is also still tightly closed, a sign that the ummi has not yet awakened to pray sunnah.

The time marker shows the number two in the morning.

Who told him to pray.

Zaskia flinched and immediately went to grab whudu. Whatever the shape and size of an unrest, it should be to God alone complained. Because if it is only packaged in a pattern of thoughts, however long, and however many, it will still not find an answer.

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Nabila Alia flinched, with Ning Zaskia's presence beginning with a greeting. While answering his greetings, Nabila watched the beautiful face of princess Kyai Fadholi carefully.

"Why did Nabila look at me like that?" asked Zaskia with a faint smile.

"You okay, Ning?"

Getting such a question, and understanding the real intent behind the question, Zaskia momentarily remained silent with a sad face. "Goddessa, Ma'am. Pray yes" he said later.

"You're a real beautiful woman, Ning. Beautiful outside and inside," praised Nabila sincerely.

"No-no. Ma'am don't say that. I'm still limping, Ma'am. I am still trying to go straight. And all that needs to be done" Zaskia said in a soft voice, remembering how she struggled last night to calm down.

"Where is Meidina?" asked Zaskia, she woke herself up with the question so that she would no longer be swept away in a mood that would make her feel sad again. "Why didn't he attend this public lecture?" continued again.

"He's going to the branch. There's a visit from the parents" Davina said

And the three girls also attended a public lecture held in the courtyard of Alhasyimi headquarters. They could see clearly, in the direction of Rayyan Ali Fattan who was accompanying the great teacher - the master of public lectures - on the stage of honor. The role of the crown prince Darul Ulum was seen very large at the event, he had several times answered the questions of several audiences, both on the teacher's cue, and his own initiative.

As when he explained the question of one of the participants about the inability of humans to capture divine messages, when in fact in each self has been equipped with a special and adequate device for it.

Rayyan Ali Fattan, immediately replied by citing one of the words of the prophet narrated by the imam Abu Hurairah Ra. Laula Asysayatinu yakhumuuna ala Qulubi bani adama, Lanadhoru ala malakuutissama'a.

What it means: If man were able to free his conscience and conscience from the influence of shethan, man would penetrate the kingdom of heaven.

Referring to the above hadith, Ra Fattan continues his answer, the inability of man in capturing divine messages, or the difficulty of connecting with his God, it can be caused by the existence of several possibilities that become interference.

First, because man does not have the sophistication of the soul that allows quickly or directly he can communicate with his God.

Second, because there was no other force helping him. That is, the power he has is only human strength, without the power of God.

And third, the existence of a barrier force that does limit its ability, so it is unable to penetrate the outer realm. And according to the hadith above other powers it is a power of shethan that is potentially disturbing humans.

Very plainly, Rayyan Ali Fattan replied and elaborated. Clear, straightforward, and concise. Which indicates maturity in his spiritual intelligence.

Because it is impossible for someone to be able to express the fruits of his mind if it is not based on research and experience in previous reels. So it can be concluded that the handsome figure of Rayyan Ali Fattan is including some people who are quite fluent in receiving God's signals. Because he can know what are the possibilities that make the signals come disrupted, so that automatically he will take care of his soul to continue to be active and can receive divine messages in his life.

"Great!" Seru Nabila while amazed. "Such as Rayyan Ali Fattan can definitely put love in proportion. Love for God, love for others, and love for lovers. He is indeed the figure of the priest of dreams," continued the girl with eyes full of admiration.

Zaskia nodded in agreement with that. "But be careful, Ma'am. Your praise for Ra Fattan should not be heard by ustadz Widad," the girl continued.

Nabila laughed crisply while staring at Davina who seemed busy with her notes.

It has become a habit of the three of them, in every study, will always record anything from the understanding and explanation they get. Davina seemed to correct what she noted, adding here and there, and removing what she thought was unimportant. However, in fact, the sweet girl was just distracting with busyness, so that the two friends did not know that she was shedding tears now.

But Nabila already knew that, and he could only sigh with restraint. "If Meidina was here, she would have cried too, just like the current Davina," she said.

And Nabila's guess is not far from right. Meidina was also present at the event exactly five minutes before Ra Fattan gave a question answer. And she was crying, watching everything. Not just out of admiring the maturity of the soul of the young man enthroned in his heart while giving an answer. But, he did cry immediately when he first saw Rayyan Ali Fattan sitting on the stage of honor.

Because of this, Meidina refrained from approaching her friends, so that they would not see the cries that poured out of the pain that could not be grasped. Even though the event on the first day was closed, Meidina was still reluctant to move from her seat. Until then his phone listened to the ringtone sign of incoming messages.

Message from Rayyan Ali Fattan. Twenty-one messages, which he hasn't opened since last night. His eyes closed the meeting, before deciding to ignore the message again. Again and again.

"I'm sorry, Ra. I won't be able to read it. Never will," she whispered inwardly.

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The weather looks cloudy. The black clouds were moving very thick, a sign of rain coming down soon. Now the clock is right at 2 p.m., when the three girls came out of the musholla and decided to immediately return to the guesthouse.

"We're going straight home now?" asked Meidina who had just come over to them.

"Yes, before the rain comes," said Nabila. And they both stepped out of the great gate of central Alhasyimi, across several young men who were talking in the gate.

"Don't ride a bike pedicab, it's gonna rain." One of the young men rebuked, making them both turn their heads. It turns out that the speaker was Ustadz Widad, he was with ustadz Fadil and Rayyan Ali Fattan.

"Yes, Mas. We'll find betor while we walk." Nabila answered, because the three friends were just choosing silence.

"Alright, be careful" said Ustadz Widad.

"God willing." And back only Nabila answered.

Ustad Widad nodded, then turned to Ra Fattan who was sitting nearby. "Mas Fattan, he's my fiancee" she explained, probably to avoid misunderstandings.

Rayyan Ali Fattan nodded briefly, and glanced at Nabila, along with a momentary smile. Then the net immediately turned to face, on the face of the ayu that Meidina Shafa who looked looked up. Their views clashed in a vacuum.

Although it was very big ha-s-r-at to hide under the young man's shady eyes, But Meidina immediately ended her wailing by throwing a smile for a moment, then her steps immediately swung first, get ahead of his friends, leave the place.

While Rayyan Ali Fattan, did not decide the view, even though the object had avoided, and now only the veil was visible.

There is an implied, from a glance Meidina Shafa's smile. There was something implied from the way he looked at Ra Fattan. There is something that is not only understood by words. But it also has to be accompanied by taste. Something unusual, which makes Ustadz Widad and Ustad Fadil see each other in silence.