Betting Love Above Destiny
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الله نو ر ا السموات و الا رض مثل نو ره كمشكواة فيها مصبا ح ...
Falling clear crystals on the face of Mayu Meidina, it just rolls around, after a long time floating in both netra. His heart trembled, his soul quivered. The taste of haru rushes through the soul, enveloping the soul and embracing it in such a way, that it feels like there is no equivalent expression to tell.
While the beautiful voice of Mas Rafka who humors the divine love in the letter of An-nur, continues to lurk in hearing.
المصبا ح في زجا جة الز جا جة كانهاوكو كب ذري يو قد من شجر ة مبا ر كة ز يتو نة لا شر قية و لا غر بية، يكاد ز يتها يضىء و لو لم تمسسه نار. نور علا نو ر ...
Subhanallah...
The recitation of the holy kalam after Al-fatihah, on the second rakaat, really catapulted Meidina's soul through heaven. The most beautiful paradise that has never been imagined before. His whole soul praises the greatness of God. And all his heart gave a heartless love for the halal lover.
After the greeting, without waiting for Mas Rafka to turn around, even the young man still remained in a bargaining position, or sitting on the final tasyahud, Meidina approached him, with a fairly close distance once, and at the same time, even until their knees clashed with each other, making Rafka who had originally remained in a downcast position because she was still holding her dhikr solemnly, now looked up at the face of the mukenna-clad ayu.
Gentle Arafka's gaze, Meidina greeted with a gentle smile as well. The girl then grabbed the husband's hand, where there was a strand of white beads between her fingers. He brought the hand before his face and presented the back of the white hand with a solemn kiss.
Immediately, a beautiful smile rose on Arafka's lips, and one of her other hands was immediately raised to rub the tops of Meidina's head that was still covered in mucus.
"I'm sorry, Mas, born and inner." Meidina's voice was heard without removing Arafka's hand from her kiss.
Mas Rafka was about to open his mouth to answer the ayu girl's request. The apology that Meidina said. However, Meidina's voice again sounded in her hearing room.
"I'm sorry for all my past."
Rafka smiled, "Where's that past place, Ning?"
"After me. Which I won't see anymore" Meidina broke up firmly, though her head remained lowered.
"It's okay to look back a little. But just to take a lesson, and rejoice that the favor of God is great." Arafka said the wise thing that made Meidina feel so cold. Cooler still when one gentle kiss from the young man landed on his forehead, with a duration of time long enough, even sounding soft if Rafka while chanting a prayer.
The next moment, the young man grabbed Meidina's body and carried her in an embrace. For whatever sake, there is no more dominating taste than a sense of coolness and peace. Until the heart has to ask, is this really happy? Is this what is called the most beautiful gift? The award that was rejected by Meidina. However, everything that has been part and destiny, it still arrives, however strong, and to whatever extent we avoid. And all that is not destiny and its part, it will be released even though it has been grasped tightly. He left, even though he was in his lap.
True, what Arafka said, that it will never be enough even though I always ask you in every prostration. It will never be enough, though I always repeat your name in every tahajud. Without a destiny to be a supporter, every effort only arrives at the place for which it is rewarded, but it cannot get what it asks.
Meidina and Arafka are one of the predetermined destiny lines. Undeniable, and undeniable. But it is not the fate line that the purpose of this story is poured. For destiny is only pure to be the power of the Almighty.
The process between two insiders accepting his fate line, it was a lesson to be conveyed. That life is a process. To be a process as well. To be happy is also a process. Process that is not the same with each other. Because the destiny line is also not the same between one and the other.
Taking a strand I got from Ig, that life is a journey (process), not a comparison. So never compare your life process with others, because we are indeed living on the same earth, but with a different destiny.
Then this is the love story that bet on destiny. And in the end, destined by Him, he appears victorious.
A gentle kiss landed on Meidina Shafa's forehead, along with a chant of Rahman's letter that Arafka read with a fluent reading and a beautiful voice heard.
ا الر حمن. علم ا لقر ا ن .
Meidina smiled charmingly while looking at the handsome face of the beautiful Mas Rafka. From her tiny lips, the holy kalam also came from the letter of Ar rahman, continuing what Rafka had just read.
خلق ا لا نسا ن . علمه ا البيا ن .
A dazzling smile also rose on Arafka's lips. Honey, just for a moment Meidina enjoyed that beautiful smile. Because for the next, Rafka pecked Meidina's eyeball left right alternately. The girl held her breath, because of the ge-mu-ruh blow in the chest. Ge-mu-ruh that turned into a sloping, even then transformed into a cool breeze that brought coolness, when the holy night was resumed by the youngest son of Alhasyimi's nanny.
ا لشمس و ا القمر بحسبا ن .
و ا لنجم و الشجر يسجدان .
و االسما ء ر فعها وو ضع االميزان.
Until the beautiful love, Meidina continued on the next two verses. Represented by Rafka in the eleventh verse and the twelfth verse. Until the thirteenth verse, which was spoken eloquently and in a beautiful voice by Meidina ...
فباي ءالاء ربكما تكذ با ن .
Arafka closed the holy address with the phrase, shodaqollohul 'adziem. His fingers then gently touched the little lips of the wife. Which of the lips of the ranum has been said a beautiful reading of the divine, which is beautiful in hearing, thrilling and feeling, and sparks a great desire, in an Arafka to taste its sweetness.
"Isn't it?" He said he asked.
"Ikhlas," Meidina replied, looking down. And from his heart, there was a tambourine sprinkle that began to disintegrate.
"Kuloruhum?" ask the young man again.
"Yes," Meidina replied in a voice that grew shrill.
"Because of God?" Rafka like still want to explore the heart of his wife.
"Mas." Meidina looked up, she ventured to look at the clear netra of the husband. "Right now, tonight, and for ever, my life, is fully entitlement, Mas Rafka."
"Subhanallah ... Allahu Akbar." So glorified all the souls of Arafka to hear the heartfelt words of his beloved wife. All desires and hopes and dreams to be able to get a companion who is sincere and obedient to the husband, it seems directly paid in cash by the Maha Rahman.
The wife who gave up her body in the name of obedience to the priest in her life.
Chapter 58: Your Life is Yours
It was in the hospital.
"Eat again, let's get healthy quickly." Arafka gestured at the fruit plate on the girl's lap. Meidina nodded. He again grabbed a fork to continue eating fruit that had been delayed, due to the incident of his cellphone that fell and broke apart. However, the movement of his hand stopped immediately, when Arafka heard him again saying, "And don't think too much about something."
The ayu girl was stunned, and then looked up. "meaning?"
"The doctor said, you are too tired and too much thought" Rafka replied.
Meidina hush. What Rafka said is true. His mind was starting to fall apart, after learning about the match between Kanza Davina and Rayyan Ali Fattan. Increasingly chaotic, when he knew that he was engaged to Irfan Arafka Wafdan. And will even get married within a month. Meanwhile, at the same time, Kulliyatul Mullimin had entered the exam period. So in the girl there are two streams. Like two streams of water that are equally rushing.
Between the pain of his future that always drains the mind and tears every time studied. Concentrate on the exam ahead of graduation in Alhasyimi. Finally, Meidina took the middle path, she busied herself busily, without giving the slightest chance to thoughts about her future reign. Every thought comes, he always turns away with a lot of busyness. He did not even allow his physical body to rest. While in psychological terms it has been pumped every time. The physical body also loses. He fell ill. The pain was quite severe, and he ended up in the hospital room Mother Fatimah.
"I won't say that I know what you're thinking, but I will affirm, that no one can force you, Adin." That's Arafka's saying. A bold phrase that rushes quickly and robs Meidina Shafa of daydreams. The girl was stabbed.
"Your life right now is yours, your life is your right. Unless later, after you get married, then your life is yours. Thus the advice of shaykhona to me," continued the young man again. A string of sentences made Meidina feel rustled upon hearing it.
Thus, Arafka said at that time. A sentence that he coined with hope, will get a wife who provides her life to obey her husband. In quotation marks, a righteous husband is sure.
And just now, Meidina asserted herself, that this time and for all eternity, her life is the right of the husband. So how can an Arafka not immediately begin to praise the greatness of God, for the grace of an indecipherable gift.
Then, on the divine Ridho, in the halal label that he has obtained, on the ridho and keihlasan Meidina as the wife that he will celebrate love for the rest of his life. And so, the beauty, the pleasures of heaven of their world joined together, along with the strands of love under the chant of prayer, as praise and adoration to the Most Love.
A strand of prayer, terafazd together, between two men who were swimming in the sea of romance.
O Lord, the Almighty of Love, treat us with love, until our bodies are destroyed, our love will remain eternal.
DONE IT.
This is the love story between Irfan Arafka Wafdan and Meidina Shafa. May it be a reading that brings much benefit, and not only his sins are inherited.
Perhaps, with the completion of this story now, there are some readers who feel less happy, because they have not been willing to part with Mas Rafka and Ning Adin.
Please forgive me, if my decision ends this story now, is less pleasing.
There are many reasons and considerations, which makes me have to make the decision to finish now. One of them, because of the busyness of my work until the end of the month that can not be suspended. I was worried that I would not be able to get up regularly again, and it must disappoint the readers, and also affect the performance of the work on this stage.
Whereas in the last month, I rutip up every day and try to meet the number of words 60k a month, pop by Betting Love Over Destiny is a road in place, not moving up. But at least not moving backwards. Must remain grateful.
Actually I am disappointed with the performance of this work is very minimal. But, my disappointment was treated with the enthusiasm of the readers who always gave positive comments and comments in each chapter. Matur nuwwun sanget's. Thank you very much.sakalangkong se rajeh. With all of you, I realized, that successful writing is not just because it has been read by thousands or hundreds of thousands of people. But, although only read by a handful of people, however, the message and positive impressions in the writing are conveyed, let alone to the heart and become a lesson, it is part of the definition of success that is indisputable.
Therefore, the existence of beloved brothers, loyal readers and benevolent, I am very grateful and thank you infinitely.
And another reason, I ended this story, because the message and impression and ibrah that I aim to be obtained by the reader is already resolved. It's delivered. That much I would like to share about it, in the part of Arafka that began to unfold as the youngest son of shaykhona.(the readers must still remember) Then, it is, I chose for this story to be finished here.
Just a story about Meidina and Arafka. I wrote this story in a book in 2010. At that time I often went back and forth to the syafiyah syafiiyah pesantren sukorejo situbondo - because my nephew followed the level of education there - From there, I was inspired to write this story. In the pesantren there is a group of shalawat named Albadar, who had indeed received a direct padlikan from the dangdut king Rhoma Irama, at the time of the stewardship of kHR Fawaid As'ad.
But since his death, and replaced by his own son-in-law and nephew, KHR Azaim Ibrahimi, the group sholawat Albadar underwent a transformation. I can't tell you much about it, because it's not supported by complete knowledge. I am afraid of information blurring. Here, I just want to tell you that the pesantren prayer group with the name Albadar is real. But Arafka's story as Albadar's guitarist with ning Meidina was only fictitious.
From the past, I never intended to publish a story that I wrote more than 10 years ago in this field. However, with the intention of wanting to benefit together with the readers, bismillah.
The last important thing, which I want to say, is thousands and even millions of thanks to the readers, dear brothers. Everyone, boys. What am I ... What does it mean for every strand of the word I write, even with the beauty of the language as beautiful as anything, no matter how tall, without all of you readers, who read and live my writing, he said, then each strand of the word will only be a tuna of meaning. Empty and empty.
Thank you, with all my heart. An infinite thank you, to the readers whom I cannot name one by one.
I love you guys. Because of you guys, I keep trying to heed the writing.
Some give an assessment, if my writing is heavy, the language is high, it needs extra focus to be observed. Readers who do not want to think hard will not be willing to read my writing. But, brethren, the readers remain faithful here, following every story in the series of words that I pour out. O Lord, I am truly grateful to God, with the existence of all readers.
My best wishes to all my beloved sisters. May God, bestow good and happiness on all of us.
Finally, this story should not be removed first from the library, because insyaallah, I will still present some extra chapters. May deign.
Greetings full of love from me. Aini Najwa.
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