Betting Love Above Destiny
35 Is Not the Same Again

"Assalamo."

A person with a soft voice said a special greeting to him. Instantly, his soul felt rustling. His heart was beating faster. He knew whose voice it was, he knew whose whole soul was reacting like this to whom.

The girl turned her head in an instant, staring at the beautiful figure of Rayyan Ali Fattan who had been standing not far beside her.

"Waalaikassalam," he said, keeping his eyes down.

"Alhamdulillah." There was a soft voice Ra Fattan gave thanks, because his greeting got a commensurate answer.

"Yes, from earlier?" Next the handsome young man asked gently.

"Yes." Yeah." Meidina was only able to answer briefly. While his heart asked where the handsome young man knew about it.

"How's it?" Ra Fattan still asked in a soft tone. The softness that felt collapsed the feeling of Meidina who continued to look down and did not dare to face.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly," said Meidina in a voice that almost drowned, because her feelings were shaken.

"Allahu yubaarik alaiki, Meidina Shafa." A short prayer strand, spoken in a soft voice from Ra Fattan.

"Amiin Ya Rabb" greeted the girl with a sincere heart.

Meidina still refused to raise her face. More precisely he felt disinclined, not reluctant. The girl felt that in her present condition, she had given a betrayal of their vows.

And all the time, Ra Fattan did not give a speech, making Meidina think that the handsome young man might have passed from the front. However, when he turned his head it turned out that Ra Fattan was still in his place, even looking at him deeply.

"What's going on, Meidina?"

"Ee a-what, Ra?" Meidina asked back in a nervous voice.

"I can feel your anxiety, Meidina. But I can't understand everything completely. I'm sorry, if I'm not present in full, when you need to."

"I'm fine, Ra," Meidina said quickly. The girl immediately slashed off what Ra Fattan might not have finished saying, as she felt awkward listening to Ra Fattan's strands of words that were tearing away. His attention and deep understanding of Meidina, which was revealed in a word, made the girl seem weak and helpless.

However, the stubbornness of the soul that Meidina tried to build with her firm words just now, was now meaningless, when her pair of eyes even glazed over when she accidentally met with the soft neutrals of Ra Fattan.

Meidina immediately lowered her head while cursing herself. Along with that, there were several men who came out from the office door. One of them approached and handed Ra Fattan an umbrella.

"This is Ra Fattan's umbrella" he said.

"Thank you, God willing, I immediately followed to the hall," Ra Fattan said as he received the umbrella.

The three young men passed by, piercing through the rain with their respective umbrellas in hand.

"Chat from me bothers you huh?" ra Fattan asked Meidina, who was seen wiping away tears.

"No," Meidina replied as she shook her head.

"Did a call from me bother you?" ask the handsome young man again.

"No."

"Why don't you answer?"

"I .." Only one word can be spoken by Meidina Shafa, one word that cannot produce an understanding of meaning.

"You're busy, aren't you? I understand then. I'm just apologizing. But I don't understand why you're trying to hide something from me."

Meidina fell silent, her tears instantly falling. So, what is his heart. It is so sad beyond measure. Want it to feel he screamed, to unravel the tightness that felt squeezing. There was also a sense of desire to pour into Ra Fattan's arms, and tell all about the inner shocks he felt. But he wouldn't be able to do that. As well as he will not be able to hide everything.

"Don't cry Meidina. It's okay if you don't want to tell a story. Trust in Allah. God willing, he won't ignore you." Ra Fattan said softly, as gentle as her gaze that swept across Meidina's ayu face. He also had a sense, had the desire to bring the ayu girl into the arms, especially when crying grabbed the girl like now. But, like Meidina, Ra Fattan will also not be able to do what he wants.

She was only able to say softly again, asking Meidina to stop crying. "Crystal clear brush, Meidina. I beg you."

It is only softness that has always been shown by Rayyan Ali Fattan to Meidina Shafa. Whether talking in person, or talking on the phone, as well as strings of sentences in text messages, all show their softness. From it all shows that the handsome young man just wants to give love and love alone, which is represented in every softness of his words and actions.

"I'm sorry, Ra." Meidina sobbed with a trembling voice. While his hand rubbed the clear points of tears on his face, in a stark look Ra Fattan.

"What should I forgive?"

"No, Ra. I have to apologize." Meidina could barely finish her sentence and was immediately bowed.

"God, I will always understand you, Meidina. But, please don't ignore my phone, even with just a word."

It felt like there was a crushing blow that hit the soul of Meidina Shafa with the speech from Ra Fattan. And there was no answer he could say, let alone a promise to keep. Because it's not the same anymore. And the ayu girl had no power to tell him what had really happened.

"Wear this umbrella." Ra Fattan handed the umbrella in her hand to Meidina.

"You're not gonna wait for the rain to stop, are you?"

"Then the jennengan?"

Ra Fattan just smiled gently, and then turned around to leave. However, just three steps away, he turned his head again. "alright yeah. Assalamualaiki."

The speech again made a pair of Meidina's eyes glazed over, and again a clear point fell rolling, along with Ra Fattan's step that stepped away, through the rain without wearing an umbrella. Meidina now let herself cry, her tears greeted her profusely. Like the torrent of rain that has not stopped until now.

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There have been many conversations that have occurred in the gazebo two, including around the topic of public lectures followed by almost all students, especially those who have sat in higher education. Only Zaskia Arifa seemed to be silent. Although he followed the flow of the conversation, but did not involve himself in it. It did not escape the attention of Azmi, until then the handsome vocalist AlBadar asked, saying,

"Ning Zaskia, are you okay?"

The question made Zaskia flinch. Especially now that all pairs of eyes were staring at him.

"Yes, I'm fine" said Zaskia cirih. He understood what the hidden purpose of Azmi's question was. It's not just the good that's felt in the moment. But, it was fine from the one thing that had hit his soul.

Azmi smiled getting such an answer.

"That means, Mas Azmi was watching Ning Zaskia from earlier yes," said Fitria with a smile.

"Since then" said Nizam, and this answer does not get a denial from the owner.

"Well, don't." Fitria looks squinting, put on a suspicious face. At KM level 3, Fitria is indeed a student who is good at melting the atmosphere. His sense of humor often makes his colleagues drift in laughter joked ria. So no wonder if the absence of this girl, often in search. Because the light jokes are always successful in bringing laughter.

"Don't-don't what?" ning Zaskia asked quickly with a feeling that was starting to feel bad. Because usually Phytria not far from the word true. Fortunately, the girl just laughed. Azmi also seemed to want to respond to his words, but stopped because his phone immediately rang.

"Dek Rafka," he said with a jump, when he saw the name of the caller on the flat object screen he was holding.

"Quick lift!" Nizam looks impatient.

"Tell me here, Azmi." Ustad Widad also chimed in.

Azmi soon does as her friends ask. He answered a call from Arafka and asked the young man to come to gazebo two near the Assurur musholla. About 50 meters from the eastern pesantren gate. It didn't take long, only about 10 minutes later, Arafka came to the place alone. There were raindrops on his handsome face, and there were also on the maroon warrants shirt he wore.

Her beautiful smile accompanied the greeting that was said. Furthermore, as was the custom of an Arafka, he immediately shook hands politely at all the young men who were there, whose incidentals were his seniors.

"Get the bike, Deck?" ustadz Fadil asked, as the handsome young man sat beside Azmi. Rafka had thrown a friendly smile for a moment at the ranks of hooded girls who were also there.

"Yes, Mas" said Rafka.

"Don't wear a raincoat, yeah" guess Nizam, who does know Arafka's habits. The young man disliked wearing a raincoat the most. Reason dizziness.

"Braud from where, Deck?" Ustadz Widad asked.

"From home, Mom."

"Until the defend yes, Deck," always Nizam.

"Because I promised to come, Mas" said Rafka.

"No, what I said. The Rafka deck is sportive" Ustadz Fadil said.

It was only responded to with a brief smile by Arafka. While his gaze did not lead to the four hijab girls sitting not far in front of him. Likewise with Zaskia, he was not as close as anchoring the view of the handsome young man, he always tried to find other objects to be noticed, he was always looking for, rather than indulge in his heart's desire to look at the young man he has set his heart to erase his love feelings. Although obviously, if it's not an easy thing.

In contrast to Fitria, for him this was the first time he could be in a single sphere with Al-Badar's guitarist, so that Fitria was seen watching closely the handsome young man from the beginning of his arrival, from the time the hairstyle, the seat of the clothes worn, the expensive watch that coiled around the wrist, to the sandals used, all did not escape the attention of Fitria in silence. Surely, an assessment he had obtained about Arafka, from the results of his observations.

"We really expect the arrival of the Rafka deck, in addition to talking about the slow Albadar tomorrow after tomorrow, there are also some other things we want to ask" said Ustadz Fadil.

"Yes, Mum." Arafka simply replied obediently.

"We've been training all night, but Rafka Deck didn't come. Within two days his phone could not be reached" Azmi said.

"It's not because of low battery, is it?" Nizam smiled as he raised his eyebrows.

Arafka shook her head briefly. "No, Mas. I did turn off the phone" he replied.

"Fear of being contacted, or want to avoid this," Azmi said despite it being said with a crisp laugh.

"Not so, what to avoid, Mom?"

"Avoid my anger, Dek. Because intentionally or unintentionally, you've taken the woman I expected."