Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 47's

Arriving at the Grand Mosque, the group went to the door of Shafa. While Oma wanted to pray Maghrib at the door of Marwah. They met Aisha. Coincidentally. Al tipped Oma and went to the thawaf floor, establishing Maghrib prayers in the Iraqi pillars. He did not want to pray fardhu far from the Kaaba.

After the Maghrib prayer, Al returned again to the door of Marwah and saw Irma again gathering with Aisha and Nidar.

Al had eavesdropped on Irma telling him about Riany. He knew Aisyah was disappointed. But the girl was able to wrap her in a charming smile and remarked in passing, "New ta'aruf, right? Not yet harim?"

Aisha went to meet Oma who read the Qur'an waiting for Isha, then she took the Qur'an on the shelf and drifted away in her reading. The divine verse is the best embodiment of all entertainment.

There was a commotion between Nidar and Irma.

"You're not fair" Nidar protested. "Win alone."

"I'll tell you who Riany is."

"You spied on Al, but you freed Riany to go with Lukman."

"Lukman was Riany's best friend since childhood."

"Aisha was also Al's friend."

"But they met big."

"What's for?"

"I'm a girl, I can read Ayesha's eyes not the eyes of a friend."

"You think I can't read what Lukman's eyes are? The eye of love!"

Al came to break up, "Already, already. This is how you're not a companion, but Nidar is my best friend and you're Riany's best friend, mutual defense."

"Ember" said Irma.

"Then you must not intimidate Ayesha" said Al.

"Meanwhile Nidar can't intervene with Lukman."

"Fair, right?"

"But Lukman is nothing Riany, I know that well."

"Aisha is also nothing Al, I am sure it is," said Nidar.

"I know Riany like I know about myself."

"Your message is to let Riany go, let's be satisfied watching Svangeli."

"Riany made an accident with her college friend. How many times do I have to say?"

"Continue watching Svangeli. Stop by the hotel."

"Whisper" Al. "Pardon Allah. Just because of defending friends, you've got this mosque dirty."

Al went to Oma, who was again teaching, and stood waiting until the woman was finished with her reading.

Oma stopped reading and looked. "What's wrong?"

"Where is Oma Isya? Abu Bakr's door what's Ali's door?"

"On Marwah's door is Aisha."

"Oma want to pray with me?" look Aisha does not believe.

"Can you?"

"Rubber."

"Oma feels peace right next to you, like she's next to my granddaughter."

Aisyah is very flexible. Nice to talk to. So it's easy to get Oma's sympathy.

This is not a good sign, Al thought as he walked to the large door leading to the Kaaba. Aisyah's closeness with Oma gave rise to a new polemic for her.

But Al didn't take a headache. To think of the feeling of just dirtying worship with dust that is not appropriate in this Holy House. His brain must be empty of all world affairs.

Finished praying Isya, Al stood near the fly over fence waiting for Oma to finish zikr inside. His eyes enjoyed the view of the mosque at night. Lovely nian. The crowd in the courtyard comforted the fatigue of his heart.

Aisha came out from the door of Marwah, standing by her side. Despite not touching, Al has never been this close to women.

"Think of Riany?"

"You haven't come home yet?" Al asked back. "Not overnight in Khanza?"

"He's behind it."

"I don't usually talk about women in front of women."

"Where was that going?"

"The streets send out groups."

"My message to the 33rd floor is quiet."

"Can you do it first?"

"Sekalian. Buy a gift for you.initially."

"Don't listen to Irma's words."

"Nice times."

Al was silent for a moment. Usually women if talking like that means the opposite, want to receive the prize.

"Look at it."

Doubtfully Aisyah took out a small box containing a golden watch.

"That's great."

"Special order."

"Suitable for women. Guys can't wear gold jewelry. This clock falls into category."

"Who told you to wear it?"

"Make it stored on the table? It's called a dong weker, not a watch."

"Riany's angry isn't she?"

Aisyah handed me the clock box. His eyes looked dimly. "I want you to keep that watch, but not wear it."

"Just like a painting, it has just to be looked at."

"That's how I am to you now, even if I don't accept."

"Mistake it yourself."

"Cok so I'm wrong?"

"If you don't go to Khanza then, it will be something else."

"To be second?"

"The first one."

Aisyah glanced at the courtyard of the Grand Mosque which was never quiet from the traffic of guests who came and went.

"You didn't say before that you had a candidate." There was a disappointed tone behind the softness of Aisyah's voice. "I've already chosen."

"I didn't know before. I just found out before I left for the Holy Land."

"Can that be?"

"I'm confused where to start this story, it's unexpected."

"You're being forced to ta'aruf?"

"I don't know the compulsion or not. I can't escape. There's a lot of things to bet on."

"What's that?"

"Not enough time to explain. It's almost late."

"Say just one."

"My marriage to Riany is a symbol of peace."

"Because of the feud between the villagers and the modern pesantren."

"lrma stories?"

"Mom."

"When you know, why ask me?"

"Because I want to remind you that your marriage with Lin Wei is a symbol of Divine love. Which is better?"

"If you already know the answer, I don't need ta'aruf."

"I like you already. And you know what if Al Khanza's women already like it."

Aisha went to the door of Marwah. Some time later out again with a small bag.

"Tomorrow morning I take a walk around Makkah."

"How am I?"

"You're taking care of the group."

"Tomorrow the morning the schedule is not important."

"Make them important. They certainly want to know the caves of Hira, Arafah, Jabal Nur, Jabal Tsur."

"I also want to know."

"Then it was a group guide. Pamit first yes. See you tomorrow's. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

Al termangu's. The departure of Riany with Lukman and the arrival of Aisyah with her love makes her worried.

Al stuffed the tiny box into the pouch, then went to meet Oma at Marwah's door.

Oma is not done with the tasbih count, racing with people around as if there is no more tomorrow.

Al sat waiting on the steps of the floor of the sa'i because he did not want to interfere with the khusyu'an Oma. Let the shalawat of Ibrahimiyah tremble on his lips.

How eager the prayers of Oma are to be answered. Prayers for his sincerity. Al said, "O Allah, You know how painful it is to pray. But why do You allow Your creatures to grieve?"

Oma finished pondering, Al came to meet.

"Old yes, good light," said Oma. "I want to be grateful for the blessings God has given me all these years."

Al smile. "Waiting for Oma to finish thinking time feels good. Read 68,985 tahmid huh, Oma?"

"Kok know?"

"Because of the 68,985 days of favors that God has given to Oma."

Tomorrow Oma is 63 years old, has 68,985 days he lived his life, very not enough actually praise the gratitude, but that is the custom of Oma which became a family tradition.

Al never signaled to those who celebrate birthdays, even if there is no reason, just try to connect. If the birthday is filled with useful, sinless events, what is wrong?

They came home very late. Al waited for Oma to enter the room, then went to her room.

Nidar fell asleep in the bed. Lukman's bed is empty, meaning he has not returned from Riyadh. Heartbroken waiting for them to come home. It's been two days in Riyadh and I don't know how many days. Al doesn't care.

The door is knocked from the outside. Al got up from leaning on him, walked to the door. Oma as if there were no fatigue. Go where else?

Frankly Al was amazed at his incredible physical condition. Irma just followed him.

"Aji is good, good," said Oma whenever Al advised her. "We are not every day, not even every year in Haram. What does it mean to be tired?"

Oma fiddled with worship regardless of her physical condition. If the fear of Allah's torment surpasses the fatigue, beyond the pain of cracked feet, how wonderful is your teaching, O Messenger of Allah!

Al opened the door a little. The one standing outside turned out to be not Oma, but a somewhat pale-faced woman lacking rest.

"There's something I want to explain" said Riany.

Looks tired of this girl, just arrived maybe, but not only Riany who needs rest.

"Tomorrow, huh? I'm fucking heavy."

Al closed the door slowly leaving my eyes outside.