Hijrah The Love
43. One Promise

Meanwhile at his house, Satria had just finished packing and was about to leave for the Hijrah village. After saying goodbye to his sister and mother, he immediately pulled out his motorbike, hoping to get there before the Maghrib. How much he misses the Hijrah village. I miss listening to Abah Iwan. I miss learning to shoot and ride. Longing to pray the night together, pity and cry because of Allah.Rindu learned to teach with Angga, Demoy, and Bang Mirza. He also misses the Ainul Mardhiah Library, one of the favorite places to spend time and study in the Hijrah village.

Dusk is very grateful to be able to come to the Hijrah village today. make a pilgrimage to his tomb, see his home directly. And his heart, all the hatred towards Father he had once felt had completely disappeared. Change the admiration that just appears. It was like a beautiful rainbow that appeared after the rain had subsided.

After being satisfied to see his father's house, Dusk was invited to go up to the library.

"This is the library of Kang Umar's relics. You're going to love this library" Abah Iwan said.

In front of the library, Dusk pegged for a while. He read the sign on the door.

"The Love Library Ainul Mardhiah."

Reading it made Dusk very moved.It turns out Dad really loves me. In fact, the name of the library was also named by my name ...., said Dusk in heart.

After that, Dusk entered with Abah Iwan. Time shows at 16:45. about 15 minutes, the library will be closed. Some santri went straight out of the library when Abah Iwan and Dusk entered.

The twilight Eyes were stunned to see his father's library. Books neatly lined up on wooden shelves. The large glass with views of tea plantations, hills and mountains is a beauty that can only be found in fairyland. Suddenly he felt a coolness, peace, and comfort in his heart. Especially when his eyes saw one writing attached to a wood there. Dusk looked at him with a haru feeling that was difficult to describe words.

This library was built with and out of love, by a sinner.

Dedicated to my daughter Dusk Ainul Mardhiah, and to the sinners who have rediscovered their way home.

Twilight Eyes Again watering.

Dad, Dusk comes, Dusk comes home, he whispered in his heart.

He looked at the collection of books in the library. Suddenly, Abah Iwan called out to him.

"Senja, try here , , , ." said Abah Iwan.

Dusk approached Abah Iwan.

"This is your father's book. There are four books. . . . "

Dusk took one of the books by Father entitled Mermindu Husnul khatimah. He saw the book with a feeling of love growing in his heart. On the figure of a father who is very worthy of pride.

"Kang Umar's books are one of our inspirations to develop educational programs in Hijrah village, the path of conversion he took, he said, and his story at the end of his life is a great inspiration to all those who are learning to emigrate here."

Abah Iwan smiled at Dusk who looked amazed by what he knew today.

" Thank God, thank you, Abah has told this all to Dusk," said Dusk with a smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Abah, punten, it's 5, I say goodbye first .. . .," said the guard santri suddenly.

"Oh, yes, mango . . . .," replied Abah.

"This library used to have its permanent guardians. But, because of the pain he resigned. now guarded alternately by the santri, Satria is one of the guardians," said Abah later.

Deg, Deg Deg twilight did not expect Satria to be here often. Is he really serious about emigrating?

"Oh, so, Abah . . . . ? answer Dusk briefly.

Dusk still holds and reads some of the writings of the book written by Dad. There was a calmness that he felt as he read Dad's writing that was truly from the heart.

"Mrs . . .."

"Yes, Abah . . . ."

"You must know that this house and library are yours. This is the mandate of Kang Umar for Abah to convey."

Dusk turned to Abah, then said.

"Yes, Abah, Later Twilight will come here more often."

"You comfortable being here, Dusk?"

"It's very comfortable to be here. The people are friendly, the view is beautiful."

"Alhamdulillah, This is your home, Dusk, you can come here at any time. In fact, you can stay here. resume Kang Umar's life and dreams here."

Dusk's chest trembled at Abah Iwan's words.His heart was pumping faster.

"You can stay here, move on with Kang Umar's life and dreams here," those words buzzed in his mind.

"Goddessa, Abah. Think about it first,? answer Dusk at last.

Abah smile. So too with Dusk. Abah's figure feels like a father to him now.

Moments later, Mang Didin entered the library and invited Abah Iwan to talk.when it was shown at 17:20.

"Senja, we go home after Maghrib prayers, yes," said Mang Didin.

"Good, Mang ..."

"Oh, yes, there should be Mamang obrolin Sama Abah Iwan below. You still want to be here?" ask Mang Didin.

"Yes, Mang. Dusk pep here first until azan magrib," replied Dusk.

Mang Didin and Abah then headed downstairs to the house of Kang Umar. leaving Dusk which is now standing facing the large window glass. His eyes were still looking at the book by Kang Umar in the library. His heart was touched and amazed to see the letters stitched together by his father.

"Like life, hijrah is a journey. Therefore, one can only be judged successful and successful at the end of the journey. When life time ends. When the breath stops. When the body is separated from the soul. When that happens, God is in love with him or vice versa.

"Surely, we are moving through life. Heading to one point an episode called death. Every day, the moment of Death approaches. All we can do is prepare for death. With repentance and obedience. So that we may move away from this mortal life with His Love. toward His eternal Love."

Dusk read it with a peaceful heart.Every once his eyes looked forward. The green of the plantation was illuminated by the twilight sun making his soul calmer.

Suddenly a voice called.

He looked at the voice he was very familiar with. His face was very surprised.

"Satria, are you here?" Dusk asked back.

Satria stepped closer until some beside Dusk He turned his head for a while and smiled. Hearing the voice of Dusk, Satria's chest suddenly shook violently. How long he had wanted to meet Dusk. Both were silent for a moment.

"I just arrived and was told by Angga that you were here. He said he saw you in the library. I studied here for a month. I want to follow in the footsteps of your father's conversion, Dusk," said Satria breaking the silence.

"Oh, thank goodness. I was on a pilgrimage to Dad's grave," said Dusk slowly.

"I'm happy to see you again" said Satria.

"Destiny of God brought us together. Then and now" replied Dusk.

"Senja, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to forgive. We are equally guilty of the sins we once committed."

"You're not wrong. I was wrong. I planned a pilgrimage with you. I was purposely seducing you. Me . . . " Satria is at a loss for words.

"I am indeed a jerk . . ," added Satria full of regret.

Dusk held his breath hearing Satria's words. There was a sudden rumble present in his chest recalling all the events of the past "I finally understand, Satria. All the attention, also the feeling you used to give me was lust, not love. And I am grateful that God still protects us from the great sin of adultery" said Dusk, gazing forward, enjoying the voices of the evening in the village of Hijrah.

"I've been worrying all this time about you. I want you to forgive me. To ease the path of my conversion . . ," said Satria.

"I have accepted and learned sincerely in all my ways. I've forgiven you Tampa you asked for . . . ,

"Thank You, Dusk. Now my heart is calmer . . . "

"I hope you continue on the straight path . . . "

"I promise, Dusk, I will keep trying to be on the straight path."

Satria turned to look at Dusk full of smiles.the smile that hides all the bitter longing. In the figure of the woman who has become a way for him to know the way of love the Mahacinta.

"Thank you for looking after the library" said Dusk.

"I should be grateful. This is the best place for me to study. Someday, I'll be a writer like your father."

Dusk turned a moment to Satria. Suddenly it occurred to him that it is not very good alone with him for a long time.

"Sorry, I have to leave now . . . ," said Dusk as he turned and walked away.

However, Satria is like not willing the woman who had long missed it to go away.

"Mr Mardhiah Ainul . . . . ." Satria called out to Dusk with a chest that shook back.

The twilight step stopped. Her beautiful face that was hit by the lights turned to look at Satria. The wind moved a few hairs. The two of them are now staring at each other. Dusk lowered. Satria then said bitterly.

"Indeed, I deeply regret ever seducing and asking me to fornicate . . . ." Satria was silent for a moment. He sighed. Resist the turmoil of feelings that have been held in the heart, then continue.

"But. . . but I never regret ever loving you, Dusk. Yeah, I gotta be honest. I really love you right now.This feeling grows in my prayers. In repentance. In the hijrah process. I can't stop."

Satria then fell silent with a raging heart. Meanwhile, Dusk was surprised by Satria's confession.

"I love you because of God, Dusk."

Back Satria revealed a word that made Dusk fall silent. There was confusion in his heart that he suddenly felt. I don't know what he has to say now.

Of love? Love should not be actualized in marriage.

"Thank you for your honesty, but. . . . ." Dusk looks doubtful.

His face was confused. Actually he wanted to answer directly that he was currently in the process of ta'aruf with Dawn. However, his mouth seemed like it was hard to tell the truth.

"I .. . .I am currently having an argument with someone.I'm sorry" said Dusk at last

Ta'aruf's? there was a pain Satria felt upon hearing that word.

"Is there still a chance and space in your heart for me to fill?" satria asked quietly with hope.

"I don't know. . . . .," said Dusk, still with his face down.

"Let time answer. . . . ..let god specify. . . .," replied Dusk quietly.

His face was now raised, staring at Satria for a few seconds.

Then, silence. Only the sound of trees and the howling of the wind could be heard.

"Assalamu'alaikum . . . ," said Dusk at last as he turned around.

Satria answered slowly, "Waalaikumsalam. . ."

Outside, the mellifluous azan Maghrib reverberated.

The twilight went further and further. Satria's eyes wistfully stared at Dusk's back, as if it was the gaze and meeting of the last time.

In his heart, in the deepening dim, Satria spoke a word he could not speak.

"Thank you, Dusk. Meeting you has been a way for me to know God. . . ."

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