Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 1: APPLICATION FOR AFRA

The future is the end of the past told.

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A girl seemed restless pacing around in her room, whether I had a few times. His face was worried about something that a few hours ago had disturbed his calm. Every now and then he stopped and looked straight at the large mirror in front of him, not forgetting that his two thick eyebrows were almost touching. Again he sighed furiously while wetting his pale lips with a twinkle.

"Aah, man,"

He looks very nervous.

"Afra?" His attention shifted to the wooden door of his room which had a clean white paint, right next to him. It was Irana, um who just called him.

"Wow, bad!"

Something is strange. Why is his heart even aerobic exercise? His tuscany dress was also wet from cold sweat because of his Uminya call.

"Afra? Here, Umi. Open the door, son." Irana knocked on her son's door a few times however, there was no answer from inside making Irana panic.

Just now Afra wanted to jump on the bed, intent on pretending to sleep but, less nimble than her mother who had entered the room.

Why did you forget the key, anyway! He growled annoyed at himself who had forgotten to lock the door of the room.

"Astagfirullah, Afra. You dare mess around with Umi, huh? Want to pretend to be asleep again?"

Caught!

During this time, sleep is indeed the reason to avoid something that is not liked. To the extent that Irana has been very unfortunate Afra's bad nature on that one.

Afra changed her free-fall style to be like a tiger about to prey on her, adding her sinless snort as well.

"Hehe, Umi, no, really. Afra just studied acting, Umi. This is now acting as an omnivorous cat. Argrp ... Meow ... Meow ..." Afra Cengengesan, failed to launch the investigation earlier.

His mind and heart had a great debate. Like one demon and another angel fighting over it to follow one of their ideas.

One side of his evil brain said, "Udah Afra, mending pretending to be sick, there is no other way. Do you want to be in a mate?"

And the good heart replies, "Don't be taught sin dong, Brains! Udah Afra, this is the best for you, just accept it, yeah."

Scratching his eyebrows, Afra even more dizzy to hear it.

"Yes, my dear, until the crest of gini. Huh, you nervous, huh? Take it easy, there is Umi and Abi beside you, always there for you. Umi is also kayak gini time in Lamar Abi first, even worse Umi to run away because nervous to meet Abi you, you know."

Well, Afra was also his intention, Umi. But because of the distance of the second floor and the ground stretched far yes, void, deh. Inner Afra grumbled.

It is true that the saying used to say "Coconut fruit falling will not be far from the tree." That is the parable suitable for this mother and child, exactly the same nature and way of thinking.

Afra gave a sad face with a sad expression made up. Afra thought that Irana would be devastated, but it turned out to have an amused nagging from Uminya.

Afra felt Irana's delicate hand rubbing her head. The hijab was repaired because it was slightly tilted, not forgetting to insert some Afra hair children who managed to escape from there. Now Afra smiled at Uminya who was treating her like a child again. Afra darling, Umi.

But Afra did not forget her main purpose. He had to find reasons not to be proposed by people who were waiting in his family's living room. Afra had never seen that person.

"Umi, then yes, marriage. If Afra is ready, Afra will marry, but not now, umi ... " Afra spoiled in the arms of irana. Occasionally swiping his face on his chest is like a kitten. Irana hugged him back gently rubbing his son's back, calming.

"Afra, baby. Do you know if there is someone else?" Irana's question was answered by a nod from Afra. Still not letting go of his long embrace, Afra's breath was stifled. " It's God's destiny, it's time you got married, son."

"Rap ... "

"Afra still remembers Umi's words at that time, no?" Irana has not allowed her son to speak.

Afra chose to be quiet and listen.

"If the man who comes first is a responsible, brave, established, and of course sholeh youth, son. You can see it all from your Abi. If you ask why? because he came to ask to know the origin of the candidate, not just the origin of choosing, son. He wants a sholihah wife, a good mother-to-be, and an angel who will accompany him in the world to heaven later. Remember, right?"

Afra pulled away from the embrace, then looked at Uminya still with half her spirit gone. "Afra is just scared, Umi. What if he's too tight? Afra won't be as free as it is now and Afra isn't ready for it."

That's a real complaint of Afra's heart. He doesn't like to be restrained at all. Afra lovers of freedom to be able to live excitedly. He loves to travel and adventure. It was a hobby that could not be denied and was difficult to separate from his life.

"Umi know that, son. Who knows Ziran son is an understanding person, he will understand your hobby, or even he can be your adventure friend later. So umi and abi no longer need to worry too much about you who every go exploring just with your friends. When Ziran's gonna be your husband, he's gonna take care of you and be your protector, baby." Irana's explanation further worsened her heart condition.

Afra rubbed a rough hint of her face that had been flushed red from holding something back.

"Ah, umi .., That's still 'Who Knows' Not sure it's true. Huawei ... Hicks ... Hicks ..." Broken was Afra's cry of sorrow.

He was sad to think about his fate if he had to agree to the proposal. How can he go around the city looking for a new adventure place with his friends, if every out of the house only has to be permission on the husband. Jeez HUSBAND? Just thinking about it has been imagined his hobby will be locked in his imagination.

"Hustt .. don't be sad baby. Hopefully he's the right guy. Already dong, don't cry his sweet son Umi." Irana knows her son needs an outlet for his chaotic feelings. She let Afra cry until her heart calmed down.

After a while, Afra managed to stop her crying. He began to take a deep breath and looked back at Uminya.

"Are you feeling good, honey? We're out now, Dad? Poor thing they've been waiting for, huh, honey?"

Even to breathe it was difficult for Afra. his heart was beating madly, this was the most stressful time for him besides climbing a mountain with a cliff ravine beside him.

Closing her eyes and strengthening her heart, Afra replied in a low voice. "Bismillah, Umi."

Afra heard Irana's happy screeches which immediately embraced her in spirit. He smiled at her behavior. "This is the new kid, Umi!" Irana hurriedly removed her injuries while saying again. "Sweet little Umi, will ya, change clothes first? Would it be funny to meet the prospective husband and prospective in-laws of his dress keralikan gini? What a beauty, dear, Umi wait in front of the room, okay?"

Now Afra was upset. It's good, he wants to go out of the room and meet the suitor's family. This is even still asked to change clothes first with Uminya. Ah, nevermind. To finish the drama, Afra nodded in approval.

Once again Afra confirmed the appearance of herself in front of her bedroom mirror. A bad mood is the same as the clothes he wears. A long blue trouser shirt and a similar headscarf are her heart's choices. It felt like there was a dark cloud surrounding him, feeling signs of rain. Afra took a deep breath and then opened the door to meet Uminya.

Czech ...

Irana noticed Afra's appearance from bottom to top.

"Subhanallah, Umi's son is beautiful, anyway. Umi feels older, closer to Umi's child. Pinter really, choose his clothes. It's so good with that sweet face, you know."

Ah, um always over-complaining. Though he chose this shirt to describe his chaotic mood.

Umi is insensitive!

Afra was kind enough to answer that compliment. If the ladeni will be longer the story and he still lost when arguing.

"Let's love we spit it down. Umi can't wait to see their faces all staring at this beautiful princess Umi Irana. They must be amazed, just like you. Here baby, hold Umi's hand."

Afra's hand was flanked by Irana and brought down the stairs. Because of her spirit, Irana walked impatiently, like chasing something. Afra shook his head to see the behavior of Uminya who was too excited, very different from her who had a lethargic face.

Afra slowly slowed down her steps and gently pulled her hand to stop for a moment.

"Name .... Just slow down, okay? Afra can die young if she finds her way. Afra won't be married, you know, Umi." He rebuked Umin with a voice made as smooth as possible. It's good to see Uminya this happy. All right, it's decided. He will do whatever it takes to make this woman who gave birth to him happy, even if the guarantee is his freedom.

"Hehe, sorry Honey, sorry Umi. Umi likes to forget that again very happy. Well, how can be careless gini, yes. Sorry, but unfortunately, Umi. Yeah, we're going slowly."

Afra laughed amusedly looking at that pale face. Well, um it's always been like this, forgetting the age that is not young anymore.

They again walked on the stairs, this time more slowly and full of caution. When he was five steps from the bottom, he could already see clearly three strangers sitting on the sofa in the living room in front of Abinya. Guess what the family proposed to him. Since then, the arrival of himself and Uminya has been a highlight in the living room. Nervous! Arfa caught the gaze of eyes as warm as the morning sun with that charming smile. One second, two seconds, up to five seconds they still did not let go of that collision of gazes.

Allah Akbar!

"Astagfirullah, Umi ... " He turned around to hide his face on his shoulders in shame. There was a small laugh coming out of Irana's mouth looking at her daughter's blatant behavior staring at her future daughter-in-law without berkedib. "Umi, she's so handsome, anyway. Afra to Khilaf for zina nih eye, Umi." Afra's voice only resembles a whisper to avoid being heard by others.

"Kan Umi's son is beautiful, the candidate must also be handsome, dong. Haha, how did Umi's son become wrong with gini behavior, anyway?" Afra is getting embarrassed at his Uminya temptations. How's his face now? Is it okay, is it? Huh, must have been red like boiled shrimp made by Uminya.

"Hais, this Umi, it's nice to tease her Son. Look closely, your son is embarrassed not to show his face." It was the voice of David, Abi of Afra.

Afra's ears also reacted to overheating hearing a lot of ticklish for him. It was not only from Umi and Abinya, surely one family also laughed at him. Oh, geez! The heat! the heat! He needed ice to cool his face.

"Son, here sit close, Abi." The red face was slowly lifted from Irana's shoulder. Staring unkindly while looking politely at the people in front of him. He walked and sat in the middle between Abi and Uminya.

"Meet me, son, this is the family of the Algaza sir. He was the one sitting in front of Abi now. At the end there he was named Mara, the wife of Mr. Al. And in the middle of that their son, Muhammad Ziran Algaza, your future husband."

Deg ...

Afra immediately stared at the floor after accidentally returning to meet the man, Ziran. He was twitching his lips, nervous about the present situation. Forget that one! Why was he even being so disrespectful in front of his candidate. Slightly taking a breath, he ventured to look at old man Ziran one by one with as much smile as he could.

"Assalamualaikum, aunt, Om and ... " And who? What to call? "Sister!"

"Haha ..., no need to be so awkward, son. We're not gonna eat you, honey. And oh yeah, call me and my husband, Mama and Papa, okay?" Elmara, the mother of Ziran, spoke up to see her future daughter-in-law as if she was afraid of them.

Algaza, who was none other than Elmara's husband, also smiled to calm the sweet girl in front of him. "Don't be afraid, son."

"I, yes Tan ... Uh, Mama, Papa." A gematar! He could not control himself to look ordinary in front of these three people. Why does the man keep looking at her? He is quite uncomfortable and uncomfortable, his movement is also limited.

"Honey, that's quiet, yeah. It's okay, we're all going to be family. You just need to get used to it, Dad." Umi Afra was calming. And it seemed to work, the girl in shuffles It was already quite calm and relaxed.

"Afra? Your name is Afra, right?"

Innallah!

Jatung Afra went crazy again after his name was first called by the man named Ziran. Afra smiled stiffly and nodded in disdain.

"More details, Afraza Humairah Addaud, Brother Ziran."

After he answered, a moment of silence.

"Pretty. Like the man."

Those three words were from Ziran. There is no teasing tone from there, be honest and what it is.

Yes, Rabbi! He already wanted to escape from this situation. She is a normal girl, anyone can be wrong suddenly treated so by a man who... Arrgg - unfortunately very handsome. Astagfirullah, calm down Afra, calm down! Control yourself, you must hold the expression not to let your face blush again.

"Haha, Brother Ziran is also very handsome, even more handsome than me. Hehe..."

Ice, chaos! Afra just knew his mouth can talk "ngaco" If again groggy. Give him up, unmitigated shame. All women are absolutely beautiful! is anyone handsome?

Everyone is laughing at him now. Not to miss Ziran, first laugh at his stupidity.

"Bismilbornrahmanirahim ... " Ziran said Basmalah was about to start something.

"Well, after letting go of the frenzy earlier, now can we all be serious?" Pause a few seconds. Ziran's sharp, serious look led to the figure of David, Abi Afra.

"I'm Muhammad Ziran Algaza, want to convey the good intentions of my family to come here is to menghitbah the daughter of the Father. She is this girl in front of me, Afraza Humairah Addaud."

At once Afra's breathing room was thinning. All because of the lightning changes both the look on his face as well as the warm gaze of the bright brown bead belonging to the man named Ziran. Ziran's immediate confession, made the girl fixated on staring straight into those warm eyes.

Was he not the man before? Which embarrassed him to the point of blushing it? Why did he now turn into a man full of wiabawah and dazzle in his eyes at this moment? Yasalam, the heart is strange guerrilla. What's the matter? what's with her?

There's no way the myth of "falling in love at first sight" is true, right?

- To Be Continue