Brother, I Love You
229.bonus chapter1

Twenty years later

Bilal stopped his vehicle in front of the restaurant in the boarding school where he studied Religion first. Bilal turned his gaze beyond the windshield of his car. The pesantren has been very much changed. Many new buildings and buildings have been renovated. Bilal has not visited the pesantren for a long time.

Today he returned to the pesantren after decades. Because today the daughter of his best friend Ustadz indra will be married in the pesantren. Bilal felt bad if he did not come, because his best friend had helped him a lot. Ustdaz Indra was like a brother to Bilal, though they met very rarely.

Bilal exhaled as he was about to open the door beside him. I don't know ! his heart suddenly thumped when he was about to set foot back in the pesantren neighborhood.

Umm Hani, um,

The name just crossed Bilal's mind. How are you doing with that woman?, was she remarried after her husband's death ?. Bilal had not heard from the woman for a long time, since he decided not to go to the boarding school again. He did not want to hear what news about the girl who often disturbed him first. Bilal thought the girl was married again, considering her husband had died a long time ago.

With a basmalah in his heart, Bilal set his foot on the ground full of sweet memories. After closing the car door again, Bilal sighed again before stepping his feet towards the boarding school.

"Ustadz Bilal !!!"

"Ustasz Bilal is coming !!!"

"Ustadz Bilal !!!"

"Ustadz Bilal !!!"

the santriwati pesantren who saw Bilal, immediately excited to call his name. Although he was no longer young, but his handsome face still radiated. Even his face was getting charismatic at his ripe age. Almost all people idolize it, ranging from children to the elderly.

All the students ran towards him, to welcome him. Bilal breathed a sigh because he was in the crowd. He shouldn't have come to the pesantren himself. But if he brought a bodyguard, Bilal felt it was too excessive, and seemed arrogant to his teacher who was there. Especially to the owner of the school. Because Bilal felt that there was nothing in the appeal of his teachers there. His religious knowledge was still incomparable to that of his master teacher. It's just that maybe being famous is destiny, not because of the greatness of mastering the science of Religion.

And also the boarding school is still included in the area, according to Bilal, he does not need to bring guards.

Patiently, Bilal also greeted one by one the hand of the santriwan alternately, while still reviewing his friendly smile.

The arrival of Bilal, had arrived heard to all corners of the pesantren environment. Including the family of the owner of the pesantren, including Hani.

Hani who just went outside the house, to go to the mosque to see the kabul ijab daughter of his best friend Susi, immediately stopped her steps. Hani held his chest, because he felt his heart suddenly pounding very fast, when he heard the cry of the santri calling the name Ustdaz Bilal.

Although often Hani see the face of Bilal wara wiri on social media or television. Since twenty years ago, Hani never saw the face again directly.

Astagfirullohal 'azim!, Inner Hani let out a long sigh.

"Umi why ?" asked a santri to Hani who was daydreaming at the door.

"What a hell !" Hani reviews her smile," Ayok ! looks like the show will start" he asked the santri.

Santri nodded his head, moving his legs parallel to Hani's steps.

Reaching the gate of the mosque, Hani stopped his steps immediately, when he saw a male figure who still looks very handsome entering the mosque from the next door. And that figure also turned out to be looking towards him.

The dug dug dug.....!

The two hearts of the human child who had not met for a very long time, were the same as beating fast.

For a second they looked. Hani and Bilal then similarly bowed their gaze, and stepped inside the mosque, walking in different directions.

God ! protect this heart from the temptation of the damned shetan, Bilal.

Oh God ! I don't want to love anymore, what else is not my right!, inner Hani.

Bilal was immediately welcomed by his best friend Indra. Indra accidentally invites Bilal at his daughter's wedding to be a witness, and at the same time to maintain the friendship between them.

"Ustadz Bilal ! I thought you weren't coming ?." Ustadz Indra hugged his long-absent best friend to the pesantren, and patted him on the back.

"I have no reason not to come !" reply Bilal, returning the hug of his friend.

Ustdaz Indra will not question why his best friend never came to the boarding school again. Ustadz Bilal explained why.

After taking off their arms, Ustdaz Bilal also greeted the teacher there. Most of Ustadz Bilal still knew him, and some did not. And not to stay, Bilal also greet the two grandsons of the founder of the pesantren, Ustadz Ikbal and Ustadz Amar.

"How is Ustadz Ikbal" asked Ustasz Bilal kindly as he greeted him, and hugged him.

"Alhamdulillah Ustdaz Bilal !" reply Ustadz Ikbal." What about Ustadz itself ?" askalanya.

"It looks like Ustadz has forgotten this pesantren !" udstasz Ikbal. For a long time Bilal did not appear to the pesantren.

Ustadz Bilal curled his lips upwards. Ustadz Ikbal must have known the reason for his alfaan. Shouldn't be asked again.

"Very much to the sport, so can not divide the time here !" answer Bilal. Which is what it is, the flying hours of preaching are very much time draining, because they have to fly here and there. Not to mention that he has taken care of all the property of his parents.

"From now on ! visit here often !" ustadz Ikbal said with a meaningful smile.

"It will work, but I can't promise" Bilal replied.

"As the owner of the largest school in the city, it must be very difficult to divide the time" said Ustadz Ikbal.

Since Ustadz Bilal is famous as a preacher. Everyone just knew that Ustadz Bilal was one of the children of the Hope School Group owners, which has the largest oil palm plantation in their area and has a counter branch and a laptop that has been thoroughly to a small Indonesian city. And his brother is a businessman. Only one rame don't know. If the family member is a reliable hacker, except Bilal and Sabina.

"What if I invite ustadz Ikbal to my place. We had a casual chat together there. Once, come on ! ustadz used to meet the alumni of this pesantren" bargained Bilal.

Their friendship has been very long broken, maybe it's time to reconnect. So far it is not Ustadz Bilal does not want to visit the pesantren. It was just that, he had been very difficult to divide his time all this time. Even today he can take the time, because Ustadz Indra his best friend told him to come long before the day H.

"Sorry Ustadz Ikbal and Ustadz Bilal, his kabul ijab event will be starting soon."

The two Ustadz, reflexively turned their heads towards the person who greeted them.

"Sorry !" say both at the same time. They sit their bodies together with others.

The wedding ceremony also began.

Hani who sits joined next to you women, occasionally glancing towards Ustadz Bilal. The bridge still cannot be reconciled since then. Still struggling ronta wants out. Ustadz Bilal who is a public figure so far, of course Hani knows that Bilal has divorced his wife. From five years ago, Ustadz Bilal officially became a widower.

God ! what's with my heart ?. Did I not promise my own heart that I would love no more ?. Why is this heart shaking back to see it, Rob ?. If this is a temptation, protect me, O God. Inner Hani, then swallowed his saliva with great effort.

Hani still holds the status of widow since the death of her husband Hidayah. She has no intention of marrying again, and no desire to fall in love again. Because it hurt too much for him.

Completed the ijab kabul princess from Ustadz Indra and Ustadzah Susi held. The event was also directly to the reception, only the event just entertained guests, on vacation with the chants of the children santri salawat.

Until the event is over, Ustadz Bilal still survive in the pesantren, because it is not allowed to go home by ustadz Indra and others. They still want to chat, share stories, knowledge and experience.

"Ustadz Bilal ! doesn't Ustadz want to go back home ?" asked Ustsaz Indra to his friend.

Ustadz Bilal straightened his gaze into the face of Uastadz Indra.

"Yes Ustasz Bilal, your age is not too old to return home, and you are also a mature man overall" continued one of Ustadz in the boarding school.

Ustadz Bilal sighed, he had thought of that. But he still intends to invite his ex-wife. I don't want to start a new life with another woman. Because he and his ex-wife Aqeela and his cousin, they have two daughters. And Bilal believes his ex-wife still seems willing to be referred.

"Here there is a khadizah who needs a backrest" continued Ustadz Indra.

Bilal knitted his eyebrows together, who did his best friend mean?, he thought. Though his mind says it's Hani.

"Keep !" say Ustadz Indra again." After Hidayah's departure, she never remarried" she continued.

Bilal's face turned instantly flat. His heart beats with a hammer, like a drum for war.

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# Hi ! how are all the readers ?. The story is over !. But there is still a bonus chapter, to continue the story of Bilal and Hani.

#Othor say thank you to all of you, of course, othor's loyal readers !.

* Greetings to all of you !*

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