Habibillah Hawaari
About Zafran

Zafran, who was sitting on a park bench waiting for the arrival of someone he once loved so much, faintly saw the shadow of a woman who was currently filling his mind and heart. 'Her inner 'Billa' screamed, she did not dare to approach or just greet her girl. He smiled when he saw Billa smiling kindly greeting many Muslim women who were clustered sitting in green grass right beside the fish pond. Zafran began to realize, surely Billa will be a tutor holaqoh this afternoon for new students who follow the UKM built by da'wah.

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"Assalamualaikum Zafran" greeted a girl gently and gracefully. Closer towards Zafran and start taking a sitting position with a distance of about one meter.

"Waalaikumussalam" he answered coldly. The man did not even want to look towards the beautiful girl.

"Zafran..," he mumbled softly, his voice choked because he saw the change in Zafran's attitude that seemed to hate him so much looks real.

"Speak now Vi, I need to get home soon. Ummi's waiting for me at home." The view is straight forward looking at women who are starting a small scope study or commonly called holaqoh. Billa is sharing the knowledge he once got from the cottage and hopes to be applied by his friends who are just starting the hijrah.

"I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye or explaining anything to you. My mother needs me Zafran, I'm forced to agree to my arranged marriage with Raka. Dad went bankrupt and had to seek a loan to save his business. You know that's not the one2 effort we have" he said clearly.

Zafran already knew that there was a young man in Vika village who also liked his lover. Zafran often helped Vika to raise her father's business. What makes Zafran disappointed is, Vika left without explanation, while he really loved inside. A year ago, when Zafran still did not graduate High School, the two met accidentally when his mother and Vika worked in the school cafeteria owned by Zafran cottage. They secretly establish a close relationship by always exchanging letters. This is because Zafran is not allowed to use mobile phones because of the regulations in his cottage.

"Why just explain it to me now ?" his words while staring fixedly at the girl who used to be very dear to him.

"I had to leave right then and there because my house in the village was already sealed by the bank. While my father lives with Raka's family. Mom told me to pack up without even listening to my complaints to write a message for you" Her eyes began to glaze over as she recalled the fate she had experienced a year ago.

"All right, I forgive you. Now where's your husband ?" Zafran tries to suppress his patience when he learns that his girlfriend is selling herself to his own family.

"I ran away from Za's house, the war was so depressing, light-handed and always insulting to my family for selling me for my father's efforts to keep going." Broke was a bitter cry that he had long since pendam himself. His heart was so claustrophobic when he remembered all the ill-treatment that had befallen him. His mother died shortly after Vika married Raka, while his father was completely unconcerned with the life of his only child. Zafran gave her handkerchief and started opening the bottle to give to Vika.

"Cry, no more in the sniff. You always have to keep everything to yourself. From now on stand up straight, no longer bow to anyone. You must obey only 2, the husband when he asks for good, and the all-knowing God. Other than them, don't act like his worst creature. You also have Izzah high in his eyes" Zafran said without looking at Vika, but Zafran realized he was looking at her, he would not be strong enough to see the girl he once admired so much and dearly endured such a heavy suffering.

"Thank you, Zafran, for listening to my explanation, have I been forgiven"

"I'm sorry, now tell me during the escape from the house where you live ?"

Without them knowing, up ahead. For the first time after 1 month of the incident experienced by both Billa never again knew the news of Zafran, even saw it never. This afternoon after his holaqoh disbanded. Billa accidentally saw someone she knew very well her posture sitting with a beautiful and graceful Muslimah. Both look familiar and very close. Billa is grateful that Zafran may have wanted to marry young, maybe the woman was his future wife.

For a moment unconsciously they met and stared at each other for a long time. Zafran really enjoyed those shady eyes, at first glance Billa smiled and lowered her head while waving her hands. He marked himself from a distance. Zafran who realized that his girl had just said goodbye immediately stood up and stepped must have been chasing Billa's steps. Until Vika's soft voice resuscitated what she did spontaneously.

Zafran rubbed his non-itchy nape and folded his hands on his chest.

"I'm sorry Vika, I think I should go now. We can meet again sometime. Assalamualaikum" he said as he passed without waiting for an answer from Vika.

'I realize I'm not the same in your eyes now. Thank you for forgiving me Zafran. Even though I can no longer have you. But let me keep this love somehow until when it's sad.

Zafran pursues Billa's move towards the parking lot, but the man loses quickly. Billa was no longer in the park. The man rubbed his head in frustration. 'I'm sure Billa must have misunderstood' her inner being upset. He could see from his girl's gaze that hinted at an answer of his late2 attitude disappearing.

"Am I just calling, but.fight, why use see everything" he said confused. The man got into the car and headed home.

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Billa felt very relieved when she saw Zafran already had a very beautiful and graceful wife. This proves that his intention to make her a wife is not only the origin of the offer, but indeed his intent to perfect the religion.

"Alhamdulillah, may your intentions be facilitated by Allah Zafran" he murmured. The girl then went into the bathroom, her body sticky because of the dense activity that was passed.

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Ding.

"Bill's Salamalaikum"

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