Destiny Gintani
Bismillah Hijrah

Argha snorted in annoyance when he realized that his mother had fooled him. A few hours ago, Argha got a call from her mother saying her father was sick and looked weak. But the truth is, my father looks fine. Only his face was a little pale from exhaustion.

“Where are you going, Ar ?” ask Miss Rosmah.

“Argha wants to go home mah. Looks like papah also looks better.” replied Argha.

“Wait for darling ! We had dinner together first !” prevent mistress Rosmah.

“But mah...!”

“Have Brother ! We'll have dinner with yuk ! after all Fa has not had dinner with sister for a long time ! Fa kangen know, same sister !” persuade Nadhifa spoiled, while struggling in the hands of her brother's burly.

Argha, who was basically very fond of Nadhifa, could only nod in resignation to accept his sister's request. They also headed to the dining room.

Argha saw that his father had been sitting in the dining room. “Loh, papah how to wake up ? Is papah still sick?” ask Argha.

“Papah is fine, son ! Besides, maybe papah missed our time together. Papah misses you so much, Ar !" said Mr. Jaya.

Argha smiled. He then shifted a chair near his father and occupied it. So did Miss Rosmah and Nadhifa. Lady Rosmah sat to the left of her husband, opposite her husband's eldest son. As for Nadhifa, he pulled up a chair beside Argha and occupied it.

Shortly thereafter.

“Hallo good night !” greet a tall woman with a body like a Spanish guitar, standing in front of them.

“Ah Jessica's. How are you doing dear ?” said Miss Rosmah while standing up and approaching Jessica to give a hug welcoming her arrival.

“I'm fine auntie ! Muahhh…! Muaahhh...!” jessica answered while making a cipiki with Miss Rosmah.

“Sit yuk ! we eat together !“ said Madam Rosma while holding Jessica's hand approaching her dining table.

“Fa ! Move sit here !” madam Rosmah gave the order to her son.

“Ish, ma'am what the hell, don't want ah !” reject Nadhifa.

“Moving !” madam Rosmas voice began to rise by an octave.

“ck !”

Nadhifa could only cluck in annoyance at his mamah attitude. By putting on a bent face, Nadhifa also shifted his chair to the back. He began to stand up and walked closer to his mother's chair with stomped footsteps.

“Come sit next to your future husband, Jes !” madam Rosmah's orders to Jessica.

"Uhuk…! Uhuk…!"

Tuan Jaya who was drinking his tea immediately choked upon hearing the word of the future husband from the mouth of his wife. He also stared hard at his wife.

Gaining a sharp gaze from her husband, Madam Rosma could only open her eyes. He felt victorious when even Argha did not refuse his orders.

Yes ! It is true, Argha was only able to remain silent when Miss Rosmah ordered her guests to sit next to her. It's not that Argha took his mother's treatment for granted, but that Argha just didn't want to argue with her mother anymore. Especially in front of his father. Although Argha was far away with his father, but he still had respect for his father.

Meanwhile, Jessica sat next to Argha with a triumphant smile. Very gracefully, she landed her butt on the chair next to the person who had been her boyfriend for 2 years. Jessica smiled at Argha. He certainly gave his best smile. The smile of death that once brought Argha to his knees before him.

Unfortunately, Argha only snorted in annoyance at that deceitful smile. Two years of togetherness due to her mother's insistence, has made Argha realize who Jessica really is. Seeing that smile, it felt like Argha wanted to end this dinner that had not yet begun. But for his father's sake, he tried to hold it in.

“I get the food yes, the !” jessica said as she took Argha's plate.

“No need !” argha snatched his plate from Jessica's hand.

Forcibly, Jessica took off the plate and let Argha scoop out the rice and the side dish herself.

Tuan Jaya just rubbed her chest looking at the incident.

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From time to time, Gintani begins to adapt to his new environment. With the help of Susan, Gintani also found a good tailor in the village. Gintani asked the tailor to be his teacher. Incidentally, the tailor has a daughter who is the same age as Gintani. Therefore, Gintani really likes living in this village. Little by little his heart ache was beginning to be forgotten.

"Where are you going?” tanya Gintani who saw Raisya look neat with his modern gamis

“I want to take a religious study in a neighboring village surau. Do you want to join ?” ask Raisya to Gintani.

Gintani glanced at her mother Raisya who was none other than her sewing teacher.

Bu Aisyah smiled, as if understanding the meaning of Gintani's gaze. "Go !” said Ms. Aisyah.

The pitch-black eyeballs looked sparkling after getting permission from the teacher to sew them.

"Come on, Yes ! I'm coming with you !” Gintani.

"Hold on wait ! Are you sure you want to go with clothes like that ?” raisya asked with a smile at Gintani's innocence.

"What should I dress like?” gintani asked, astonished.

"You should use a long robe or skirt with a long-sleeved blouse. You should also wear a hijab. We're going to college, tan ! not nge-mall.” said Raisya.

"Well, I don't have a dress like that. Yes, I didn't go to !” gintani said grievingly.

“Not to worry. I have a lot of Muslim clothes. Come with me yuk !"

Raisya pulls Gintani's hand into her room. She starts to open her wardrobe and pick out the right clothes for Gintani. He also chose a hijab that matches the color and pattern of his clothes to look matching. When finished, Raisya gives thin makeup with a natural impression on the face of Gintani's ayu. In the sense that everything was ready, Raisya immediately said goodbye to his mother to go to study about Islam in his neighboring village.

Arriving there, there are already many pilgrims consisting mostly of mothers. Raisya also invited Gintani to sit in front. Right now the one giving the material is a very handsome young ustadz. Therefore, Raisya was very excited to follow this study.

“Gimana Tan, ustadz Husni handsome, right ?” the whisper of Raisya in Gintani's ear.

Gintani just smiled hearing what Raisya said.

"Looks like you're really excited about this study, Sya ?" Gintani whispered in Raisya's ear.

"The end of his handsome ustadz anyway…!" said Raisya while glaring at the tausiyah giver to his eyeballs as if to come out.

Gintani widened his smile to hear the confession of his best friend

“Bismilbornrohman nirrohim....

Alhamdulillaahi robbil ‘aalamiin, wabihi nasta’inu ‘alaa ageiddunya waddiin. Wassholatu wassalamu ‘alaa asyrophil mursaliin, wa’alaa aalihi wa sohbihi ajma’iin. Amma ba’du."

"Momens and young Muslim women whom I respect. Our study on this occasion is about the obligation of a Muslim woman to close her aura. As we know, that woman's aurat.bla...bla…"

Gintani seemed enthusiastic to listen to the lectures of Ustadz Husni. Somehow there is an uncomfortable feeling in his heart when he knows the consequences if a woman does not close the aurat as it should.

After the study. Gintani seemed to think hard. His heart was troubled, but Gintani could not find the answer.

Arrive at home. Gintani looked at himself in front of his closet mirror. He looked at himself wearing a hijab. Gintani had not yet taken off the clothes she had borrowed from Raisya. Along his inner path was at war about his desire to cover his aurat. Finally, Gintani smiled while holding her hijab tightly. "Bismillah hijrah." Gumam Gintani.

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