Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 11

Riany as children so the struggle of tribal chiefs of several villages to play bride. One day he was having an archery race. The chieftain who can defeat her is the one who has the right to be a bride.

Nidar forced Al to take part in the competition. He won the race thanks to his friend's cunning wits. Riany is his little queen.

The nickname of the little queen is so imprinted on the heart, presenting a beautiful symphony while growing up.

Al still remembers when love first blossomed. 

His parents that day came carrying a basket of sunkist oranges. But Al is more interested in some of Arya's detective novels. They are fans of novels of the same genre. If his sister has finished reading, must have been sent to Yogya to fill her free time.

Al was reading the classic novel A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle when he found a picture of a girl on a page. Behind it is written the name, Riany Mahera Ayubi, complete with a mobile number below it.

Class XII High School, Riany hasn't moved. This novel must be hers. Arya often borrow to others if it is difficult to find the required novel.

The photo must have been deliberately tucked away. Al often found something like this if he borrowed his friend's notebook. The classic way that is still popular is used today's kid to get attention.

Riany is thus charming in style in a beautiful garden with a fashionable High School uniform.

Al had already hijrah. Of course it's not nice to see such a sexy photo. He kept the photo well on the pages of the novel. He realized how his heart could not escape the charm of his little queen.

The more the day the charm further shackled his heart, prompting Al to prostrate at the end of the night, reciting a prayer for Riany to get guidance, he said, and asked the Owner of Love to make the girl the most beautiful piece of jewelry ever for her.

Al think his prayers are impeccable when he sees Riany has hidden all the charm behind the syar'i clothes. The hijrah was not for him. But he was not disappointed with his God. Maybe God has a more beautiful plan.

Let the past pass. Enough to get here on her love journey. He cannot be trapped because of it.

"So dumb." Riany's soft voice resuscitated Al from the bitter daydream. "Say, find Oma."

"I think I'm lost" said Irma feeling sinful. "I shouldn't have told you who Harbi is."

I am even grateful, Inner Al bargain. If you find out too late, it's getting harder to get the symphony out of his heart.

Al said, "I remember. I've been given a Conan Doyle novel that has sex photos. Well, I forgot where to put it. Of course it must be returned because it is not good to keep a photo of someone else's future wife."

Irma sneered to Riany. "Hmm, so you've been lying to me all this time? Said he lost contact?"

"I've been giving you that novel for a long time" Riany said. "Pas Abi again woke up this boarding school."

"You give me a photo of the goal what are you trying? I have an HP number too. I'm like a bispak."

"Well, that's what's in my brain" said Al half-literate. "I'm scared of bispak girls. So I forgot where to keep it." 

Riany looked fed up. "Nyebelin very much."

"I'm going to go bummer."

Al walked to the mosque foyer crowded with women. He had trouble finding his eyes. It is also the attention of women that much. He's not a crosshijaber.

Riany came to help. "I call her oma. Just wait in the park."

“Thank you.”

Al went to the park and sat on an outdoor bench. Surprise also found his omens in the pesantren mosque. Maybe find a crowd to cheer up his disappointment on Opa.

Oma came with a less radiant face, as yet unable to accept that Jennifer's presence was destiny. But is there a sincere woman?

"Dates rods alone can be scorched because of the jealousy of Sayyidah Aisyah," Oma's smile faint. "But the jealousy becomes worship because it is wrapped in taqwa. That's what Oma's been up to."

"So don't follow the move?”

“This mosque is always crowded, Oma likes.”

“So it's easy to forget about the problem, is it?"

Oma silence. His eyes looked at the santriwati traffic in the futuristic park.

"We better not discuss again if this problem is not comfortable to talk about,” said Al. 

"You should know to judge who is wrong who is right, or all three are wrong. But what you want to say is not that. Oma wants to take you away umrah."

Al stared in disbelief. "Well, is the story a surprise? You say impromptu?"

“The list is impromptu.”

“Kok can?”

“Last week the wife of the vegetable city resigned because she took care of her mother in the hospital, Oma list to replace. Yesterday the vegetable city retreated because it takes care of his wife who is sick with soy sauce, yes Oma register you.”

Al was very happy. This is a dream come true. Since childhood he aspired to visit the Holy Land, such as Kong Haji Arifin who first went Hajj in this village, his grandfather Riany.

“Urus passport and visa as soon as possible as people travel," said Oma. "Time is up.”

“Who is the person to contact?”

“Riany.”

"That's the matter?"

"No."

"They're booking Saudi planes, they're cheaper."

"For Oma."

“For the villagers too.”

“Many villagers are coming?”

“Lumayan.”

"If you can go to his immigration office don't be the same as Riany."

Oma smiled. "Fear of falling in love?"

The love has passed, Al lamented in his heart. He doesn't want to be caught up in a fantasy. So it dispelled quickly the shadow of his past.

"Take Harbi," she advised.

"Take care of yourself."

"Where do you know the immigration office?"

"There's an online taxi."

"Must use the app."

"Died download.”

"Your phone can only SMS-an.”

Al looked at him in wonder. "Well, where do you know if my phone is old school?"

“Oma knows what your life in Yogya is like. Oma asked your mother to refrain from the unfair treatment of your father. Hard on you but soft on the same Arya.”

So his mother confided often? It was only fair that if Oma gave a gift, she liked to urge him to accept. Perhaps not to disappoint him, because of his persuasion so that Opa bless their marriage.

“Al is the firstborn who will replace Father when he is gone" said Al flat. "So it's natural that Dad educates hard.”

“That's what Oma likes from you, protecting parents in good or bad circumstances.”

After all, Al doesn't like luxury items, rather looks to its function. Many items are much cheaper but function the same.

“Riany has been taken care of," said Oma. "So it could be faster."

"Let there be slander later if it's the same Riany."

"There's Irma."

"Two still can, the limit is ...." Al did not continue his words seeing Oma's face change. "Handler."

"That's not a joke.”

"Al only wants to know one love for one woman."

"Pare it until the end of life. Do not let momentary pleasures be eternal misery in the Hereafter."

"God willing."

"Have you asked your mother for permission to enter this compound?"

"Is that necessary?"

"It's not that easy for your mother."

"For pesantren as well."

"Here you go, Isha soon. Pray in the village mosque."

"Is there a ban on prayer in this mosque?"

"Of course not. You can be a polemic."

"It is time the dispute was stopped. The day's about to end is still noisier with differences."

"You don't know much about this village yet, good light," he said with a cloudy face. "You will reap the storm if you dare to sow the wind."

Al stunned. Is that the fruit of difference?