Betting Love Above Destiny
7 Text Messages From Ra Fattan

Still fresh in remembrance, the excitement of Al-Hashimi last night. Still feels the euphoria of happiness, commemorating the umpteenth anniversary of the pesantren. During the event, Al-Hasyimi students, either in the center or branches, were both allowed to participate in enlivening to the Al-Badar natural studio area. But of course with a schedule. Take a Diniyah madrasa class each. And there is a trusted officer who becomes a companion.

Likewise with students Kulliyatul Muallimin level 3, even though their guesthouse is in the natural studio area, they still have to follow the rules that apply. Equally scheduled according to the decision of the great nanny Syaikhona.

Succeeded. One word for the show. And the appearance of Al-Badar that can be said to be almost perfect, is one thing that contributes to the success of the event. But, the success of the event reaped a very deep wound, in the inner Zaskia. There was an unexpected event the next day. The events that happened on the night of the memorial. An hour after the big event was over.

The beautiful girl anchors her gaze beyond the guesthouse, to the greenish expanse that characterizes the scenery of Al-Badar nature studio. I hope there is news passing. Which serves to repair. Or affirm who is right and who is wrong among the news that has been spread.

"You want to go to the perpus, Ning?" Nabila was standing nearby. And the girl didn't realize right away. It is so powerful that the mouth of the mind that robs the conscious mind, so that it does not realize that he is not alone.

"To the mbak perpus? At the center, huh?" Despite asking that, he seemed to show nervousness. Nabila.

"I'm not coming, Ma'am. Sorry yes."

"No papa, I followed Madina and Davina first Ning, they already left first" said Nabila. Zaskia simply nodded her head accompanying his departure. However, just a few steps, Nabila stopped and turned around to look at Zaskia again.

"Ning, don't think too much, the wrong and the right, will definitely get caught." Nabila must understand what is the cause of zaskia's anxiety.

"I can't believe it, Ma'am. If Mas Rafka is like that," Zaskia said quickly.

"Hold your trust, and ask God!" Nabila Advice.

"Yes, Mother. God willing."

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BES or the executive board of santri kulliyatul muallimin, has regular activities, one of which is a forum for the study of the Quran held once a week. They bring speakers who master in the field of interpretation, of course, who are teachers at Al-Hasyimi, or senior students who have studied ma'had Aliy.

The results of the study they published, even not infrequently published in pesantren magazine, and were in the main column. Often, the results of the study of BES KM members are the reference material for students/i Al-Hasyimi Islamic religious high school. For all this, the name of Madina Shafa as the head of BES Km was increasingly recognized.

The girl was not tired of studying. Not only in the classroom, he also regularly reads, and likes to ask who is considered an expert in his field. For him, there is no time but to learn, the principle he espouses is as stated in the hadith shohih. Demand knowledge from since being in the swing of the mother, to enter the burrow lahad. Demand, referred to above, is, seek knowledge. Not demands, nor demands demanding as lately being parodied. "Don't study, because science is innocent". No. gabe. That's not what it means.

Just like today, in the library of boarding schools, in front of the books he has chosen, the girl is especially reading, and drawing knowledge contained in them. Until he ignored will vibrate the phone placed on the table. Not far from him.

"Din, there was some chatter from earlier." Even Davina was distracted, and conveyed it in a soft voice. Madina simply nodded, and her attention was reluctant to switch.

"Look first, maybe something is important" Davina said. But, again Madina just nodded.

"Who knows it was Ra Fattan who sent the message" said Nabila, who was sitting next to Davina. Madina just messem heard it. And the atmosphere was quiet again, until Madina's phone again showed shakes.

"There's more." Davina told me again.

"Open up, Vina. I'm going to go to the toilet for a while" Madina said and immediately stood up from her seat. Davina nodded and opened her best friend's phone.

"From Ra Fattan, Din," Davina said.

"Open up, papa." Madina kept passing. Because there is a call of nature that can no longer be delayed. When he returned to the library room, on the bench they sat three, there was only Nabila.

"He's out. Want to read on the terrace he said," said Nabila.

Madina nodded and grabbed her phone straight away. Can't wait to see the message from Ra Fattan. Which is usually the young man always frames the speech in a beautiful sentence that is evocative, full of the deepest meaning.

Often my mind was flashing, while reading the muhibbi divan of the Sufis.

Your place is in my heart.

In all the niches of the kalbuku.

Nothing, except you.

Remembering you, obliterating my will.

Forgetting you, makes me cry.

Look, what happens, if I lose you.

Not that I don't know who is behind the Sufi verse. But, as soon as I read the sentence, the face of Madina Shafa's ayu that was imagined in the eye pelukur.

Subhanallah..

Salamun alaiki ya qurrotal...

Not satisfied it was only to read the message once, Madina repeated reading it again. Twice, up to three times. And could not escape the smile on his face that ayu, because reading the strands of beautiful sentences.

"So smile to myself" chirped Nabila who was silently watching Madina. The girl just laughed crisply, and again wanted to read the chat again. But, uh,

"Ra Fattan said what, why did Davina cry after reading it?"

Madina Shafa looked up, and looked at Nabila questioningly. "Davina cry?"

"Yes, after reading the message, his eyes glazed over, and then he hurried out" said Nabila.

Madina. Silence drowned in maya thought that was full of big question marks.

"But it could be that I just mislooked, Din. Maybe there's something else that makes Davina cry, not that chat from Ra Fattan," said Nabila, after a few jokes. However, making decisions about others, about something that is not yet clear, it is not something that is recommended.

Madina nodded, she understood what Nabila said. However, the girl immediately went outside the library room to catch up with Davina. And it turns out, he found the existence of his best friend's sweet girl in any place. Until there was one incoming message on his phone, and it was from Davina.

Din, I went back to the guesthouse. Sorry, I didn't get to tell you.

Madina sighed softly, if this was Davina's decision, she was very appreciative. But, he could not resist the inner turmoil that always shouted a question. What's wrong with Davina. What made him make that decision. And the cry of his best friend, is it really because of the cause seen by Nabila?

When Madina and Nabila returned to the guesthouse, it turned out that Davina was not there. According to one santri, he said Davina had not come at all, since leaving with Madina earlier. Where is that sweet girl now? If there was nothing with him, why did he have to hide?