Brother, I Love You
225.Defressions

Bilal sat pensively in his room at HARAPAN High School. For a few days he never went to the pesantren again, and maybe he will stop visiting the pesantren. Bilal had also heard from his friend Ustdaz Indra, if Hani would marry their friend Hidayah in a week.

During this time, Bilal did not want to repay Hani's love. It's just, what relationship is right for them if they are in a relationship ?. While dating, they already know the same, if it should not. Engaged ? it is not even in the Islamic dictionary. If you invite bertaaruf, the time of bertaaruf it should not be long, if it linger long, it is the same as dating. And also Hani is still very young so far, if to be married.

Now Hani is still 18 years old, still third grade aliah level. It's just that Bilal wants to abuse him, because Hani who does not stop constantly bothering him. Bilal wants to avoid being slandered by them. And Bilal also likes Hani all this time, even though he looks ordinary.

Hearing the bell sign that the break was over, Bilal woke up from his daydream. Astagfirullohal 'azim!, her inner being.

Bilal stood up from his chair and took the book from the table. Bilal came out of his room walking towards one of the classes to teach Islamic subjects.

"Assalamu aleikum ! good morning by noon !" greet Bilal as he steps his foot inside clear.

"Greetings from sir !" all students and students. Without taking their attention away from the appearance of Bilal who wears loose material pants in a shirt. They look very handsome in their eyes.

Although Bilal is not a person who holds the status of a scholar. Papa Arya entrusts himself to teach at the school. Papa Arya gave him a chance to deliver his proselytizing. Divide the science of religion that he studied in pesantren so far. Because for Papa Arya the diploma is just a regular paper. The diploma is meaningless without the knowledge in the head of the person himself. And also the school was theirs, no one dared to protest the existence of Bilal who became a teacher in that school. His son was also able to become a teacher. Although Bilal is not as smart as his other children.

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The pesantren

Hani keeps confining himself in the room ever since he had to accept Hidayah's proposal. Hani continued to cry and did not want to eat and even he did not hesitate to leave his prayers again.

Why should he repay the services of his family relatives?. Why should her happiness be sacrificed?. Wasn't the pesantren bequeathed to his uncle's son?. Why would he pay for everything for the progress of the pesantren?.That's not fair to Hani.

'Make uncle ashamed if you don't love uncle!'

That's what his uncle told him in the room, when Hidayah and his parents came to ask Hani for an answer after three days of thinking. So Hani undoes his intention to reject the proposal Hidayah.

Hani, who was not wearing a headscarf in her room, came down from the top of the bed to walk towards the dresser. Hani looked at her puffy face on the mirror glass in front of her. Really he looks very messy with long hair waist that random scramble.

Hani opened her dresser drawer, took out the scissors from inside. Hani pointed the scissors towards her hair on her neck. Slowly move the scissors, cutting off his long hair.

"Hani ! what are you doing, son ?."

Umi Fatimah who just entered Hani's room, stepped quickly towards Hani who was cutting her hair very short.

"Astagfirullohal enzyme !" lirih umi Fatimah, covered her mouth with her hands. Seeing his daughter's long hair was short, only up to the neck.

"I just cut my hair Umi !" hani.

"Why Nak ?" lirih Umi Fatimah.

Hani also cut both sleeves of his dress shirt, until both arms are visible to the shoulders. Then cut the underside of the shirt, revealing his legs and half thighs.

"What are you doing, baby ?" sobs Umi Fatimah.

"Destroy myself Umi !" answer Hani lightly.

"Istigfar Nak!. You do not intend to leave the house with this appearance. The law is illegal, baby !" said Umi Fatimah, pulling Hani into her arms.Understanding the feelings of her daughter who is being destroyed.

"Why Umi?, have I not become the growth of this family's wealth ?. I'm a Umi collision!, I'm a mashal!, I'm a Umi collision !!!" hani shouted arrived. Umi Fatimah jumped in shock and released her embrace.

"Yes !!! I love you guys, so I have to sacrifice my happiness !!!. But you love your treasure more, and your good name !!!" yell Hani again.

"This boarding school is very important to you !!!. This pesantren is your life!!!, your life !!!. So that my happiness is not important to you !!!" hani shouted with fire.

Umu Fatimah could only cry sobbing at the destruction of her daughter.

"Haha...!!! yes yes yes yes ! I will obey your will !!!. I'm getting married to that guy named Hidayah. Have fun over my suffering !!!. You enjoy this pesantren income money happily !!!. Because I will be ready to be sacrificed to repay the people who are very meritorious in building this pesantren !!!."

Outside the house, the neighbors and some of the santri have rame because they heard Hani's screams like a possessed person. Ustasz Hamzah who invited a neighbor to class. His feet went inside the house, towards Hani's room.

He saw Hani crying while screaming with the appearance of a mini shirt. The room was a mess, pieces of cloth and Hani's long hair were strewn across the floor. The crying Umi Fatimah sat on the floor.

"All right, son ! Uncle will cancel your wedding plans with Hidayah" he said and left the room.

Ustadz Hamzah went to his room, then took the hanphon out of his cocoon pocket. As he was about to make a call to Mr. Ilham, the handphone fell out of his hand, and his body suddenly collapsed to the floor.

Brukh !

"Pig !"

A man grabbed Ustadz Hamzah from the floor, carried him to his bed screaming.

"Bang Ikbal !!! Abi fainted !!!" his yell.

The second son of Ustadz Hamzah also laid Abi on the bed.

Earlier after getting news, Hani made it into a mess at their late Grandpa's house. The two sons of Ustasz Hamzah immediately rushed out of the classroom, coming to their grandfather's house.

I heard Amar's scream from the next room. Umi Fatimah and Ikbal immediately ran out of Hani's room. Leaving Hani who was still crying sobbed curled up beside the bed.

"Pig !" the Cry of Umi Fatimah.

Umi Fatimah is sad, confused and mixed with worry about the problems that occur. Who should he give first?, who should he give first, who should he buy ?. Umi Fatimah was worried about her daughter, and also worried about seeing her husband faint. It seemed like her husband's high blood was rising, seeing Hani's anger towards her.

"Ikbal ! Amar ! let's get Abi to the hospital !" said Umi Fatimah with tears.

This is the difficulty of marrying again after becoming a widow. When husband and son are fighting each other. Or just as bad as it is today. Umi Fatimah is confused as to whose precedence.

Serving your husband is an obligation. Taking care of a child is also a must for a mother. Hani is an orphan.

"Mar ! you stay here to take care of Hani. Let me and Umi take Abi to the hospital" Ikbal told his sister.

Ikbal could understand the confusion on the face of Umi Fatimah. Although Umi Fatimah put her husband first, but it is very visible Umi Fatimah is very worried about her daughter Hani.

"Hani is your sister Umi. Amar will take good care of him" Ikbal told Uminya.

Umi Fatimah nodded her head, and helped Ikbal get Ustasz Hamzah out of the room.

Outside the house, some of the students immediately replaced Umi Fatimah and Ikbal. He took Ustadz Hamzah into the family's car.

Umi Fatimah immediately followed into the car, holding Ustadz Hamzah in the rear passenger seat. While Ikbal sat his body on the driver's seat, accompanied by one of Ustadz, sitting next to him.

Amar went into Hani's room. Her legs were crossed with glassy eyes towards Hani's messy hair on the floor. Amar touched the hair with trembling hands. That hair is the crown of his cousin's sister, it's not illegal to touch it.

"What is wrong if we repay a little kindness to others Hani ?. You are not a victim!, you are the happiness of this family. Mr. Ilham and Ms. Maryam were very kind to us. They love you, so they want you to be their daughter-in-law. And Hidayah is also a good man, you also know that" said Amar, unconsciously shedding tears.

"Remember Hani ! the person you love is not necessarily the best for you. It could be that your love for Ustadz Bilal is the deception of the shethan who incites you. Mastering your heart and mind to worship God. What you don't like can be better than what you like."

"Istigfarlah ! Allah is forgiving, merciful and merciful !. The soul and death have become the commandments of God. If Ustadz Bilal is written to be your soul mate. Then he will be your soul mate!, not a single servant can challenge it, including Abi."

"And.." Amar swallowed his saliva, then continued to speak." For this pesantren problem, not only in bequeathed Grandpa only to me and bang Ikbal. Even the ownership of this pesantren is half yours. And half of it is mine and Ikbal. Grandpa divided it into two parts. Half belongs to Abi, half belongs to the late Uncle" explained Amar.

Amar approached Hani after he tidied up the mess Hani had made in the room. Amar took a blanket, covering Hani's body which revealed his aura. Amar sat his body beside Hani, cupping his palms to both sides of Hani's face.

"How can you think badly of me, bang Ikbal and Abi ?. We have loved you so much all this time" said Amar. He wiped the tears from his cheek.

"If you believe Ustadz Bilal loves you too, you will cancel your wedding plans with Hidayah. Brother will meet Ustadz Bilal, ask him to propose to you" Amar said again.

Slowly Hani directed his gaze to Amar's face, looking at her sharply with glassy eyes. His heart was beating, feeling confusion. Will he let his cousin cancel his wedding plans with Hidayah?. And asked Bilal to propose to him.

"I think Hidayah also does not want to marry a defressed woman because of his love for other men" continued Amar.

Hani could only be silent.