Love For Madinah Girl
Episode 57's

The speed of the Haramain Express train slowed down and stopped at Madinah Station. That afternoon the station atmosphere was empty.

Perhaps not many Umrah pilgrims who know Saudi now have a super luxurious fast train that connects the cities of Makkah and Medina, with a travel time of two hours. Cutting travel time by bus usually takes six to seven hours, if there is no desert storm.

The group descended and gathered on the platform. They take advantage of the time available for photographs while waiting in line to check out.

Al was busy dropping the travel bag from the luggage room which was immediately transported by the hotel attendant to the baggage check section, then taken to the bus that was waiting in the parking lot. While Nidar took out a travel bag from another car. They are assisted by the fathers.

After passing the examination, Aisyah with the group went to the parking lot and waited in the bus until the travel bag was all caught up.

Once again Al checked the carriage in case anyone missed. He was the last person to board the bus. He missed the congregation one-on-one. Complete. The bus left Madinah Station.

Buses skate through Abi Dhar Al Ghafari and King Fahd Road. It only took 10 minutes to reach Shaza Al Medina, where they stayed.

This five-star hotel is located in front of the Nabawi Mosque. The unique exterior design exudes beauty and spirituality. The interior is warm, illuminated by lighting created with antique-modeled Egyptian lanterns, the hotel walls decorated with traditional Arabic ornaments, exuding a distinctive luxury.

After checking in the group went up to the ninth floor. They occupy the room according to the card number given Al.

"Travel bag when is it coming?" ask Nek Surti before entering the room.

"In a moment" said Al. "Prophey, Grandma."

"If I have been shopping for a long time. There's a mall around here, right?"

"Much."

"I need a shirt right away."

"Rest first, Grandma," said Pamela. "An hour we pray arbain, even the clothes are thought of."

"From dawn have not changed clothes, the smell of sweat."

"Duilah, his grasp," said Eyang Munzir. "Let's change every hour, kisut ya kisut."

"From there," sambar Nek Surti keki. "Face topo."

"Kok said kayaking in the village huh?" reprimand Smooth Al. "This is the Holy City, it is good."

"Astaghfirullah" cried Eyang Munzir. "I'm khilaf."

"How come you see Nek Surti every time?"

"That means bad," Aisha's smile. "Don't Grandma be the same as Eyeang CLBK."

"Old Love Smells Farts?" sambar Nek Surti's.

"Grandmother..," Pamela scolded.

Aisha knew their story from Oma. He was astonished whenever he met them to have a fight. The love story of the past century ended tragically because of misunderstanding and until now still continues.

Aisyah and Oma walked towards the door of the room according to the part card number. In the back, Al followed while carrying their handbag.

Aisyah opened the door with a card. They're inbound.

This room is elegant and brings a peaceful atmosphere, there is a king-size bed, a special Turkish tea maker, cable TV, writing desk, and other facilities such as a five-star hotel.

"Oma wants both of you to be the same Ayesha" said Oma. "You slept in the next room?"

"Oma's area" said Al. "Important Oma is comfortable. There's about an hour before arbain."

"I want to meet my Muhammad."

"After Dhuhur" said Aisyah. "I'll drive you later."

"Through door 25?"

"Door 29 is fine. If umrah is not very dense as a pilgrim."

"I want to go through Babussalam."

"That's for a man, Oma."

"God willing, I got my blessing through my grandson. I believe it's good light to take me through Baqi's door, though."

"After Dhuhur yes," said Al. "Mom just rest first."

Al walked to the next room, Aisyah followed.

"You want to sleep in my room?" joke Al. "Can you hold back like Sayyidah Maryam?"

"Chalk it first," said Aisyah not to lose. "How dare you?"

"One is not halal."

"Eat him."

"What do you want to follow me?"

"How can you take Oma through Babussalam?" ask Aisyah sangsi. "Many soldiers, it's impossible to escape."

"This is a blessed city. I'm sure it is."

"I picked up Oma at door 25. I want to realize his dream of meeting with you and me."

Al himself does not know how. Nabawi is not like Haram. The doors of men and women are separated. So did prayer and time to visit the tomb of the Prophet. But there was a belief in his heart that Oma could meet with the leaders of the Ambiya through Babussalam or door 1. Beliefs that he himself did not know where it came from.

God has given Oma in Makkah a series of miracles through her. What others find difficult is easy for them.

Oma can pray in the thawaf area just behind the Grand Imam of the Grand Mosque. Then you can kiss Hajar Aswad as much as possible and pray in Hijir Ismail without any interference from others. He could also pray freely in Multazam.

There was something that made Al so sure Oma's wish was fulfilled. Mecca and Medina are blessed cities, a blessing to the one who lives up to His call, a pleasure to accept his destiny.

"Thank you, yes" said Al before Aisyah left. "You're very helpful."

Aisyah smiled sweetly. "Kirain thank you for my love. I will always wait for you."

"You are late, Ay," lamented Al bland. "If that day were you coming home with me, I might be feeling pampered right now."

"I don't want to open the door to the past because I don't have the key."

Al joked, "How about we just break it down?"

"I know you're worried about Riany. Your eyes cannot lie. I do not want you to turn away from your little queen because there is another angel beside you. Have Riany and have me. Let us seek heaven under the protection of your love. That's my hope."

When Al's heart was upset like this, the words felt very piercing. It should be cool if he has a lot of love. But his love is only one and Al has already chosen.

They are like a pair of paper butterflies. Dancing in the heavenly garden without having each other.

"I believe in destiny" said Aisyah. "Defend with one love before God wills another."

Aisyah's unique personal honesty begins to melt her love for Riany who has no heart for her. Al was worried that if Aisyah always decorated her days, her fragile love would be dazzled by the charm of Arabia.

But Al really needs Aisyah's help right now to take care of the entourage. His knowledge of Medina was excellent. He's been back and forth a lot.

Al gathered a group in front of the hotel lobby before leaving for the Nabawi Mosque and gave directions:

"Remember the name of the hotel, if you need a photo. Clear the road that is passed. The distance from Shaza to Nabawi is about 300 meters. Go back to the mosque if you are stray, find the nearest door. God willing I will find you. Anybody want to ask?"

"What gate do we enter?" ask Eyang Munzir.

"Gate three. The company was divided in two; men followed me to door 1, women followed Aisha to door 25."

"It is fortunate that there is you" Nek Surti said to Aisyah. "So the women's entourage is not abandoned."

"The chairman's mother was even good at shopping," said Bu Hanif. "Should have had a little responsibility."

"Riany again with her best friend who can be calmed," said Al, "not the streets."

"We don't know what the streets are," Pamela said. "You don't suspect that Riany's on holiday with Lukman? Riyadh is very different from Cairo."

They can't have fun, inner Al, there's Faye who's a dark veil. When the girl died, she did not know if Riany would offer her love to the man waiting in Medina?

Perhaps Riany only gave up her body solely out of obedience to her ashes, but would never give up her heart. It was very painful for Al.

"My love is one forever." Al still remembered the love sentence that Riany had given. She thinks that love is for her, it turns out for Lukman, her past in High School.

"Go to Cairo?" behind Eyang Munzir half scorned. "Don't sotoy."

"Kata Vidya" said Pamela.

"Riyadh is different from Cairo" Oma said. "Cairo's life is like Dubai."

"Dengerin said the person who has experience" said Eyang Munzir.

"Vidya has experience. He's studying in Cairo."

"Alah, most in Cairo are just planga-plongo. Where is the money to enter the entertainment? College is his brother's donation."

"Shouldn't I love you?"

Nek Surti was shocked. "Murkey?! Do you give milk to the angel's stock in the grave?"

"Susu camel," Pamela replied hurriedly. "Those who love camel milk, but don't know what it is."

"Cirtain."

"The Grandma..," teased Mr. Hanif. "In the Holy City the mind is weathered."

Nek Surti is again. "Where do you know my thoughts are creeping? Your hands are swirling with your wife's!"

"Grandma!" reprimand Pamela rather loudly. "Grandmother's mouth is getting blong!"

Nek Surti is not to blame. "What do you think? You're just casing the girl but the brain is too mature!"

"Is there anything else you want to ask?" cut Al, the ear noise. If it is a habit, it is difficult to keep the mouth, even though it has been reprimanded many times. "Remember don't panic if you get rough, go back to the mosque. Clear?"

"Obviously" they said in unison.

Al walked in front with Oma and Aisyah while looking at the situation and remembering the path.