Betting Love Above Destiny
5 Waiting for God's Answer to All My Doings

"Harlah Al-Hashimi, how many days are there?" Nabila broke the silence with her question. When everyone is busy with their tasks. And both focus on doing it, until there is silence. There were four men in the hall.

"From today, less than four days, Ma'am. If from tomorrow, less than three days," said Zaskia in a joking fashion. But it is true that the 74th day of Al-Hashimi will be held. According to the plan, the event will be held in the Al-Badar natural studio area. At the event, it will be attended by H. Rhoma Irama, an Indonesian dangdut king, who had also served in the Al-Badar shalawat group at the beginning of its establishment. It is also rumored, if the celebrity has a close relationship with kyai caregiver Al-Hasyimi, and often sowan on him.

Explanation: Al-Badar is an al-Hasyimi pesantren sholawat group. The center of the sholawat group's activities, which has released several recording albums, is in Al-Hasyimi's nature studio. The 2.3-hectare nature studio is located at the midpoint between the central Al-Hasyimi and Al-Hasyimi branches just 2 kilo meters away. In the area of Al-Badar natural studio, while the KM level 3 student guesthouse is placed. Because the guesthouse building in Al-Hasyimi branch is being renovated.

Nabila heard her breathing. "Kaying time goes very slowly yes" he said slowly.

"It's like mang, if you wait for something. A day is a month" Davina said.

"Yes, a week's worth of kayaking a year," said Nabila.

"What are you waiting for, Mommy?" ask Zaskia to Nabila.

"At the right time, I'll tell you. For now, let me go through this wait myself, let it be more solemn," replied Nabila while inserting a smile between her words.

"Well, there will be surprises" continued Madina. It seems that he had already completed his task, seen from the girl who began to close his books, and put a pen on the table.

"God willing, pray yes, ukhti," pinta Nabila until put his hands together in front of his chest.

"Definitely prayed," they said in unison.

"Agreed with Nabila. Waiting in silence, and waiting in prayer, it's more something. In the end, it didn't match what was expected. But, through waiting in such a way, it feels very beautiful" Davina said. Every word he spoke seemed to him with all his soul.

"Mr Davina is like diving really well with her words. Is it really waiting for something, Ma'am?" ask Zaskia.

"Yes. Waiting for God's answer, for all my prayers, Ning," Davina answered.

"During the wait, keep busy with good things" Madina said.

"Thank God, like that, Din. And thank God again, for the wait has been answered."

"Alhamdulillah." The three friends were simultaneously grateful, and enthusiastically asked, even though they did not know, what exactly Davina was waiting for. All of this is based on a deep sense of self. That every person has the right to have privacy, which should not be told, even in the name of friendship. The most important thing is to pray for each other and support each other for a good.

"What is the answer to that wait?"

"Yes, Subhanallah, Allah is All-Knowing of what is best for me." Davina gave a poetic answer. And none of them raised any objections, nor took them too deep. Everyone appreciates each other, if not telling a story is a decision.

Just suddenly.

Brakkk.

There was the sound of a large object falling down, which seemed to be coming from in front of the Hall. And the sound of a loud enough scream that accompanied it. They looked at each other for a moment, then without command, they rose up out of the hall to see what was really happening.

It was seen that the fence wall of the hall collapsed for two meters. What happened, why the fence wall just collapsed.

The answer is, Not just fall. But, because there is a cause.

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Sit for a while and then stand up, he has been doing it since ten minutes ago. Now he paced back and forth, in an uncertain direction. His anxious-looking eyes reflected the uneasiness in the hearts of his interlocking fingers, occasionally squeezing each other along with *******pale.

A moment later there was a roar of a motor that was driving. From a distance, a black CBR motorbike was racing, and a dashing young man was sitting on the big motorbike. The girl immediately jumped to meet the speed of the big motor and crashed into the body.

Awwww...

Immediately a hysterical scream blared, from some of the kulliyatul mualimin schoolgirls who had just come out of the guesthouse. The horrible sight was now plastered before the eyes. The body of the black-veiled girl must have been crushed by a wheel, and then blood was splattered everywhere.

Butno. It's not like it happened. Because the driver immediately took swift action at the right time. There was a deafening creak of the brakes. Following the sound of objects falling quite loudly.

Brakkk

The biker slammed the steering wheel to the left, so that the victim of the motor wheel, no longer the black veiled girl in plain sight, but the barrier of the Hall fence. The innocent wall collapsed about two meters in length.

"Masayu, what are you doing? Want to kill yourself!" A male voice sounded.

"Sir Rafka, no papa?" The man immediately helped enforce the motor that was about to collapse.

"No papa, Mas" said Arafka while taking off the helmet that covered his beautiful face. His gaze was fixed on the collapsed wall fence, while taking a slow breath.

"What are you doing here, Masayu? You are santri Alhasyimi branch. It can't be in this area, except for the interest."

"Ee, sorry Ustadz Widad." Masayu seemed to catch his breath for a moment, gathering all his courage to speak. "I have an interest with Rafka's mas." The black-veiled girl looked at Arafka who was still standing beside her big motorbike, and looked at Masayu with an indecipherable expression.

"There's a need with Dik Rafka, to crash himself like that?" Ustadz Widad did see clearly all the events. Because he had just passed by to the hall of Al-Badar's two nature studios.

"Because Rafka, never gave me time to talk," said Masayu with a deep look at Irfan Arafka Wafdan, who until now still silent.

Ustadz Widad, looking at the handsome young man. "Where, brother?"

Arafka nodded and immediately inched closer to Masayu. "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"Ee I-I ..." Masayu became nervous, all the language order that had been lined up neatly in the mind, now lost somewhere. Arafka's sharp eyes, her good-looking charm, and her beautiful voice, have robbed Masayu of all focus with nothing left. Until now, he could only twist the tip of his hijab.

"Alright, that means actually, there's nothing you want to talk to me about," broken Arafka, the handsome young man immediately turned his heel about to head for his big bike.

"Wait, Rafka!" Prevent Masayu. "I just want to say, if .. although Mas Rafka never appreciated my feelings, but my feelings will never change" Masayu said. The sentence slid down though Arafka had not yet perfectly turned around to look at him. "Forever will never change" he added.

It was seen Arafka faintly sighing. 'This sentence again' fretted in the heart. Indeed, this was not the first expression of feelings from Masayu, even many times, but Arafka never responded.

Just like this time, the young man made silence in response. Again he represented his sentence in silence, whenever another Masayu-or Masayu-Masayu expressed feelings-Arafka was silent.