Betting Love Above Destiny
79 Meet Ra Fattan

This chapter tells the story of Arafka.

In the afternoon, when Rayyan Ali Fattan chose to sit alone on the terrace of Alhasyimi's flagship Madrasah building facing the terrace of the right side of the mosque. The spacious courtyard with two large trees in the middle, became the boundary between the two most phenomenal buildings in Alhasyimi. This afternoon, plus holidays, this school building tends to be quiet. Only occasionally seen some people pass by and want to make a pilgrimage to the tombs of the kyai sepuh. The pilgrims are from among the santri guardians, or sympathizers.

Just like them, though,

The handsome young man also recently made a pilgrimage to the tomb of the late Almaghfur lahum, the Alhasyimi masayikh located in the backyard of the mosque, according to the congregational ashar prayer earlier.

21 times the reading of Surah Yasin he chanted earlier in front of the center of kyai Hashim, and Kyai Umar Hashim-the founder and caregiver of Alhasyimi one and two-though not able to clear up the concerns that have plagued, even if only a little.

For the past two days, the anxiety of worry has been tightly embracing his soul until now. Whatever he was trying to do was unable to release the tight embrace of feeling that had dumped him in an unshakeable uneasiness.

Never had he expected before, his hope of being able to interfere with the girl he loved would run aground. His intention was to surprise the girl, with her arrival at Alhasyimi - after she had been assigned to accompany her teacher who would give public lectures there - without informing Meidina first, it turns out he even got an unexpected surprise from the girl ayu.

A surprise that was never expected, if the girl of his dreams was soon to get married. Even more surprised when this afternoon he was only able to know from the kyai Mushtofa Tamimi, about who the real husband of Meidina Shafa.

This must be a rebuke from God for me. Because I've been unfair to a girl my family wants to be my life partner, which seems to hold a special feeling for me. O Allah.

Many times the thought perched in the mind, which made Ra Fattan repeatedly inhale while echoing God's asthma. And a moment later, two female faces alternately danced in her glasses. Meidina Shafa and Kanza Davina's sweet face.

O Allah, give the servant guidance, what path the servant should take. And give the servant strength to follow your instructions.

The young man whimpered many times at the bottom of his heart.

Just suddenly.

"Assalamualaik."

A handsome young man was already standing not far in front of him. Rayyan Ali Fattan was shocked, but she immediately answered the greetings from the young man while standing up.

"Waalaikumsalam warahmatullah."

"Mas Rayyan Ali Fattan huh?" The handsome young man asked softly while smiling kindly.

"Yes, right," Ra Fattan replied kindly as well.

"I, Irfan Arafka Wafdan." The young man extended his hand.

"Ooh." The two shook hands, showing each other courtesy.

Who does not know this name. Rayyan Ali Fattan heard it. The owner of the name is a melodic guitarist Albadar whose ability to play guitar also makes Rayyan Ali Fattan feel amazed. Although it has been almost two years at Al-azhar, but Fattan has never been absent to always update the latest news about Alhasyimi. Among them about the pesantren's shalawat group, Albadar. And he also knew how many santri princess Alhasyimi even included the princesses of kyai who fell enchanted to the handsome young man who was in front of her at this moment.

"May I sit down, Mum?"

"Yes, please, Sister," said Fattan immediately. "I happen to be alone from now on. It must be fun to be able to chat with friends, a famous guitarist," continued Ra Fattan interspersed joking.

"Mas Fattan could have."

Arafka himself was also seen enjoying the chat. He was in no hurry to get to the real point. The handsome young man believed in the existence of a mandatory process. And in time it will also come to its intended destination.

The conversation that continued to flow casually finally arrived at the problem of Fans. Albadar fans are good from among Alhasyimi santri, as well as those from outside. Not spared anyway, about the fans of Arafka Wafdan, which lately much reported.

"There is only one way, Rafka Deck to avoid chasing the Fans," proposed Ra Fattan. After previously had a chuckle, when hearing the story of the behavior of Arafka fans who want to get the attention of the handsome young man.

"What is that, Mas Fattan?"

"Maybe they will stop if, Deck Rafka already have a wife, or a future wife," said Ra Fattan, accompanied by a smile.

"So just with that yeah, Mas." Arafka smiled too.

"Taste, Yes. How, Dek, is there? Or at least there's a plan to, that way?" ask Ra Fattan further.

"Yes. Now, I'm engaged, Mas Fattan."

"Oh Alhamdulillah" Rayyan Ali Fattan. "It's been a while?" ask the handsome young man further.

"It was just a few days ago."

"Still new. The fans probably haven't heard, huh, that news deck?"

"Lacking to know, Mum." Arafka smiled. For him at that time, it was not important the fans - if it was qualified to be called fans - it knew or not, about him who already had a wife.

"From Alhasyimi too?" Ra Fattan seems to be curious.

"Study in Alhasyimi. He is from Jember. Mas Fattan might as well be familiar." Arafka gave a fairly complete answer, which should be able to treat the curiosity of Ra Fattan. But, hearing that, the handsome young man in front of him looked even more curious. Like someone who is feeling thirsty, after being given to drink water, even more thirsty.

It was seen from the way he asked, and the way Ra Fattan looked at Rafka. "Really, who, Deck?" And for some reason, the feeling was so rippling, his heart rate showed unusual activity. Like someone who will get a love surprise. Did ya?

"His name is Meidina Shafa" said Arafka very clearly.

Hearing the name mentioned by Arafka as the name of her fiance, Rayyan Ali Fattan, seemed unable to hide her surprise. Even from the look on his face, it was as if the time had stopped. Before then, Ra Fattan stood up from his relaxed sitting position. His gaze scanned directionally at Arafka from top to bottom.

The description of an Arafka was printed in his judgment.

A handsome, clean face shone, looking at the living eyes of a pair of clear wells. How to stand up, how to say hello, how to behave calmly, how to speak kindly. All of that shows a high ethical attitude. Undeniable authority, and the unexcited beauty of its existence.

Finished with all his shock, Ra Fattan shook hands with Arafka again with more polite body language than before.

"The genengan is Mas Rafka, the youngest son of shaykhona." Ra Fattan uttered that with his head lowered, showing a sense of ta'dziem.

"Where did Mas Fattan know that?" Arafka asked in surprise. Because it was at that time, who knew the true identity of the Muslim family only. As for the others, no one knows that Rafka is actually the youngest son of shaykhona. So he was astonished when Ra Fattan recognized who he really was.

"From kyai Mushtofa Tamimi, this afternoon accidentally" said Rayyan Ali Fattan.