Brother, I Love You
230.Bonus chapter2

Finished performing isya prayer in pesantren mosque. Bilal decided to go home, because tomorrow he has a preaching schedule elsewhere. He can not linger long in the pesantren like before.

"Ustadz Ikbal ! Ustadz Amar and Ustadz Indra. Looks like I should go home. Tomorrow I have to go to the city of XX to preach" said Bilal after they came out of the mosque.

"Oh ! I see!, then heart in the way. Keep preaching, keep broadcasting Islam" replied Ustdaz Ikbal smiling.

Proud of pesantren alumni founded by their grandfather. Successfully gave birth to preachers like Bilal. Who are always eager to share knowledge with the community.

"Think what I said to you, Bilal, concerning Hani !" ustadz Indra.

Bilal sighed deeply, he would think about it, and would also ask his daughters' opinions, only then did he know how he decided.

"On behalf of our family, we apologize for not choosing you to be Hani's husband. Don't mean to be bad or to judge you're not good." Ustadz Ikbal sighed."It's just, rejecting the request of people who have done a lot of good to us, is very difficult" he continued.

Bilal's pulling the corners of his lips up." Had I been in your position, I would have done the same" he replied.

"Hani's been living alone for a long time, living alone in Grandpa's house. I felt sorry to see her, even though she said she was fine, not wanting to marry again. I could see in her eyes that she was actually lonely. I also often saw him crying himself without him knowing, every time I came to his house" Ustadz Amar said with a sad face.

"I think he still loves you !"continued.

Bilal could only shut up, I don't know ! his heart ached hearing the story from Hani's cousin. Bilal's heart again pumped blood increasingly fast spread throughout his body. Bilal just smiled wryly without being able to say what.

"Think !" Ustadz Indra patted Bilal on the shoulder slowly.

Bilal nodded his head, "then I'll go home first. Assalamu aleikum !" pampered once again.

"Greetings from the sea !."

Bilal also stepped foot leaving the three Ustadz in the pesantren. Walking towards the parking lot of his car, which he parked in front of the restaurant owned by Ustadz Indra. What used to be his food stall, but he gave it to Ustadz Indra. And now the food stall has turned into a restaurant.

Suddenly Bilal slowed his way, saw a figure he was very familiar with walking coming from the front. Again Bilal's heart was pounding at the sight of the figure.

Umm Hani !,

The name was already deeply attached to Bilal's heart. Is there still love in the heart of a Bilal for a woman who is still beautiful at the age of 40 Years ?.

Hani who walked closer and closer to Bilal, lowered his gaze. He had just returned from the house of Susi his best friend who was still in the neighborhood of the boarding school, since the wedding of his best friend's daughter. Hani was there to help his best friend to clean up the rest of the event. And now he's on his way to his house. Who would have guessed that he would meet with Ustadz Bilal halfway.

Hani sighed, as he was about to cross paths with Bilal who stopped his steps. He did not want to say hello to Bilal anything else to disturb him like before. Suddenly Hani stopped his steps, because he felt that someone was pulling his hijab from behind.

"Assalamu aleikum Ukhti Hani !" sapa Bilal smiled, flipping his body towards Hani who passed by him without reprimanding him.

"Greetings of Ustadz ! please take off Ustadz's hand from my hijab !" reply Hani.

Hani holds her chest behind the veil that covers her chest. Hani did not expect Ustadz Bilal to dare pull the tip of her headscarf.

Bilal also took off his hand which held the tip of Hani's hijab. Bilal commented on his smile, even though his heart was beating.

"You look more beautiful !"gombal Bilal's.

Quickly increase the rhythm of the speed of the heartbeat Hani. Hani bit her lower lip, which was still turned back to Bilal.

"If you add her smile, it will definitely be more beautiful !" gombal Bilal again, curling his lips upwards.

"Greetings hallow !" reply Bilal. Bilal lets Hani go, without hindering him. Seeing Hani further away from his sight, only Bilal continued his steps toward his car.

Arriving home, Bilal immediately dropped his body on the mattress in his room. The house was very quiet, as the two daughters lived with his ex-wife Aqeela more often. Bilal sighed remembering Ustadz Amar's words about Hani. And anjuruan Ustdaz Indra, told him to propose to Hani again. Bilal's heart became indecisive, a little shaky to propose to Aqeela. Honestly ! after meeting Hani earlier, Bilal feels he is in love with Hani again.

Bilal again sat his body, stepped into the bathroom. Bilal was going to ask God for guidance on what he should do. Invite Aqeela, or she will start a new life with Hani or another woman. Bilal can't just make a decision. Bilal has to think carefully about what decision he has to make. Bilal no longer wanted to fail the household. If he marries once again, Bilal hopes it will be his last marriage.

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Elsewhere, at Hani's house. From then on Hani could not sleep, despite having several times turned back his body, changing his sleeping position. He continued to imagine Bilal's face, and continued to remember Bilal's words that said more beautiful. I don't know ! Hani feels the flowering of flowers considering Bilal praises her. Hani feels like a kasmaran man at the moment.

Astagfirullohal enzyme ! oh God ! what's wrong with me?, why do I keep thinking of him ?. Inner Hani

Hani was dizzy for him, the clock had shown eleven o'clock at night, but his eyes were still reluctant to be closed. Hani had to wake up to pray again. Hani was worried that if he could not sleep, he could not get up in the third night to perform the night prayer.

Oh God ! please take care of this heart O Allah!, inner Hani again, holding his chest.

Watching the clock show at 12pm. Hani got up from his bed, he decided to perform evening prayers in the first third of the night. Hani will pray to Allah, ask for forgiveness and help, so that the shadow of Bilal goes from his heart and mind. Hani felt it was not good to keep thinking about the man who was not his right.

"O Allah, O my Lord!, omnipresent substance, set my heart always on the path of your religion !. Cleanse my heart from the shadow of Ustadz Bilal. I'm afraid of Rob, I can't control my feelings like I used to, Amin !."

Hani ended her prayer that night, rubbing her face with both palms.

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"Allah is merciful and merciful, wise, and all things. The servant asks you for guidance on the doubt of the servant, the confusion of the servant and the concern of the servant in making a decision. Show the servant the true way, the path you desire, O Allah!, amen !." Bilal rubbed his face with both palms after ending his prayer.

For five years, she lived her life as a widower after her divorce from Aqeela. Due to frequent quarrels between him and Aqeela, Bilal must divorce his wife, because Aqeela is suing for divorce.

Aqeela sued for divorce because she did not receive it, Bilal often left her. Aqeela reasoned that Bilal gave up childcare entirely to her. And Bilal did not meet his biological needs well, because Bilal mostly spent his time preaching out of the area.

Bilal sighed, recalling his divorce with Aqeela. Bilal is aware of his mistake that is not paying attention to his small family. But how else, he must carry out his duties as a preacher. Not Bilal did not want to reduce his preaching time at that time. But Bilal often couldn't or felt bad about refusing people's invitations to listen to his lectures. Until his household became a victim. Had Aqeela been able to be patient less, to understand her work as a preacher, maybe they did not have to divorce.

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Hani, who teaches in class, sits her body in the teacher's desk chair after she finishes explaining the lesson. Hani was pensive, because the shadow of Bilal still filled his heart and head even though he had prayed to God. To ask for help so that Bilal's shadow disappears from his mind.

Oh God ! how to get that face out of this mind. Why the more days, the more I think about it ?. Inner Hani

God ! help me, I don't want to fall in love anymore. I've been comfortable with the life I've been living all this time. I don't want to be disappointed anymore, inner Hani again.

Hani sighed heavily, remembering the pain of loving but unable to unite. And the pain of loving, in staying fitting again the love of his love. Not that Hani has not been sincere with destiny, only that Hani does not want his heart to feel pain anymore.

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