Betting Love Above Destiny
86 Learning to Surrender

"Azmi told me about her feelings for you, long ago, about a year ago."

"Huhuh?!" Zaskia again showed her startled reaction.

"Why does he tell you brother, you guys are not familiar. Don't know each other very close."

"Because I'm your brother. He asked for my advice, for his feelings for you, to be forgotten, or to continue," replied Ali, saying what Azmi said first.

"Sister scolded her?" zaskia.

"For what? He had that feeling, not the one who asked. But God gave it to him. If I scold him, it means I am angry at God's decision" Ali said as he stared fixedly at his sister.

"Then? What did you answer?"

"Ikhlashkan to Allah. He understands, and lives it. Almost a year later I asked her how she felt about you. He replied, still stored in his heart, and he surrendered to God, what will happen with the taste he had," said Ali Fadhlan who was listened to by Zaskia carefully.

"I believe in his sincerity. I believe he meant it. I then relayed it to aba," continued the young man again.

"Tell it to aba?" And Zaskia's heart beat was stronger than usual, hearing her brother's words.

"Yes." Yeah." Ali gave a short answer, as if he did not want to tell what was Fadholi's answer to his notice. Though Zaskia was very curious, willing to ask, embarrassed to feel.

"Want to know the answer to Aba?" Guess Ali Fadhlan for the look on his sister's face.

"Yes, brother." Zaskia smiled. I am so grateful to have received such an offer.

"Now this is the answer."

"That's, Brother?" ask Zaskia doesn't understand.

"When I told him, Aba said nothing. But maybe he sowan on the shaykhona and told me everything. He then sent greetings to aba through Azmi directly. It was a gesture understood by aba" Ali Fadhlan said, making Zaskia's face pale.

"Ja-so." Zaskia became nervous.

"So for the next one, you'll understand, Dek. This is not a subject in KM, or STAI. So I can't give you the material. It must be learned by heart."

Two minutes passed since the last sentence of her brother, until now Zaskia was still silent. Glued, in mixed taste into one. It may also feel overwhelmed, and various other flavors, which are not enough time to describe one by one.

"Stupid? Ask for a clue, Deck. That's the most appropriate thing a servant should do, who wants to always get his ridho."

Zaskia nodded at the suggestion of her brother.

And this morning, when Meidina got a visit from the doctor, Zaskia paid to buy some snacks in a mini market opposite the hospital. Azmi quickly delivered. On that trip, Zaskia took the initiative to ask Azmi directly, but she felt confused where to start the conversation. Till,

"Something's been thinking, Ning?"

Azmi asked first, where she saw Zaskia several times.

"Nothing, Mom. Uh there's." And Zaskia cursed herself with nervousness while giving her an answer and it made her lose focus.

"It seems like a very attention-grabbing thing huh, Ning," Azmi said with a smile.

"Lumayan." Zaskia sighed. And, "Mas Azmi used to talk to brother Ali, about ... feelings?" Finally Zaskia got the right sentence as a question.

Azmi seemed to think for a moment, maybe just understanding where Zaskia was talking. And after he understood, the handsome young man immediately replied without needing to ask further. "Yes." Yeah."

"Why is the story about Ali?"

"I was confused back then, Ning. It can hardly stem the feeling that I think is very big. Already trying to be poured, but maybe my level of surrender is not total, so I have not felt calm." There was a humble impression from Azmi's speech just now. Zaskia looked down, she wanted Azmi to finish her story, without her having to ask.

"I think I need someone to tell a story, to spill a feeling I can barely stand. A trustee, who can direct and rebuke if I am wrong. My heart says that it is Mas Ali Fadhlan, your brother. And thank God, he gave me advice that calmed my soul. From that moment on, I learned about love. Learn to surrender to what He will." Azmi says it all while lowering her gaze. It was as if he was looking back at his mood at that moment, a moment that had already passed a year ago.

"Sorry, Ning. If the way I used to have made you uncomfortable," Azmi said then in a soft tone.

"No papa, Mas. I just know more things. And thank you for the feelings that Mas Azmi has been maintaining all this time" said Zaskia sincerely.

Azmi smiled, although the speech did not show any significant meaning, but the young man felt very relieved, as if there was happy news waiting for him in front. And sure enough, when the two returned to the hospital, on the initiative of Irfan Arafka Wafdan, Azmi also got certainty from Zaskia. The mana made the young man instantly incarnate in the depths of his soul.

Zaskia ends her story.

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"Congratulations, Ning. You have a young man who really loves you because of God." Nabila hugged her best friend with a sense of happiness that culminated in the chest.

"God willing amen. Thank you, Ma'am." Zaskia hugged him back.

"You got what? How come you didn't share it with us?" Davina approached them and sat down in front of the two. Davina was seen accompanying Meidina who was watching Albadar's live show on Nizam's mobile phone.

"Love congratulations and gifts also for the bride-to-be" Nabila said, gesturing to Zaskia.

"When? In the near future?" Davina also looks very enthusiastic.

"God willing."

"It's not certain, too, ma'am. Kan hasn't delivered on aba," Zaskia said quickly.

"But I'm sure, in the near future" said Nabila.

"Aminn," welcome Davina.

"When is Davina's mother?" Ask Zaskia quickly.

"What, Ning?"

"Following Ning Adin?" Nabila and Zaskia asked simultaneously.

"The candidate does not exist yet" said Nabila.

"There was. But it is considered non-existent" said Nabila.

"It's not so." And Davina immediately sighed heavily.

"Followly give me an answer, don't hang. Ra Fattan's waiting for your decision." Nabila patted the sweet girl's shoulder. He understands that actually, Davina is not unwilling to live with Ra Fattan, he said, but because the young man had a bond with Meidina and there has been no private conversation with his best friend about it, Davina still feels hesitant to decide.

Because of this, immediately the atmosphere became quiet. The silence was solved by the voice of the question from ustadz Fadil on Meidina.

"It's healthy, Ning? How did you ask to go home?"

"Yes, Ustadz" said the girl with a smile.

"Alhamdulillah. Keep healthy yeah, don't get sick anymore."

"God willing, Ustadz . Thank you." Thank you."

Ustadz Widad was also seen entering the room with Rafka. The handsome young man immediately said to Meidina.

"Ning Adin."

"Dhalem, Mas," Meidina replied in polite language. Rafka smiled at that.

"The message is ummi, go home from here directly to dhelem yes, can not go to the guesthouse."

"Well," Meidina replied obediently. "So can go home now, Mas?" Ask again.

"Yes, I have given my regards to the doctor, and the doctor agreed, but the appointment must be kept" he said."

"Yes," Meidina replied as she held back a smile. It could also be that handsome young man joking with his words. While others, who do not understand the meaning can only mutually lyrics only.

Soon two beautiful nurses entered the room. "Excuse me, we'll release the patient's infusion first."

For that, everything stood still, except Arafka who stood close enough from the Meidina hospital bed. The young man watched closely the performance of the two nurses who opened the infusion slang on Meidina's wrist.

When later it was seen Meidina complaining softly, because she felt pain.

"Suster slowly!" Rafka immediately warned the officer, who immediately dealt with the pain in Meidina's hands by smearing the liquid medicine and then wrapped in cotton.

"Still sore, Ning?" ask Rafka.

"Not anymore" Meidina replied while shaking her head.

After completing the task, the two nurses came out. Soon Arafka also came out because he got the phone, followed by others, who decided to wait in front of the room.