Memorization of the Qur'An for Afra
CHAPTER 11: THE FALL OF HEART

Afra waited anxiously in her room. Mordar-pacing with heart pounding hard. Biting his thumb tries to eliminate nervousness. For a moment he stopped stepping, sitting on the bed, calming his two trembling legs.

"Yes my. Calm down, it's not early yet tomorrow!" He patted his chest seducing so that the great rumble there could be calm and normal again. "O Allah, give strength to your servant."

5 O'clock in the afternoon, the day before the wedding.

Remember Ziran's promise a few days ago? Well, right on this day the figure will come to bring Surah An-Nisa's greeting and listen to her for himself. How's Afra doing? Don't ask! Is there a transparent robe so that he is not seen? Enough of him to see, not you!

Restless, anxious, nervous, all mixed up in one taste!

Afra got up, busied himself back to and fro. Squeezing his black robe, channeling his uneasiness. His instincts increased even more sharply, hearing the sound of knocking his bedroom door in a swivel, turning his head quickly widened his pupils, waiting for who to come?

"Sir, this is Adam and Rian's brother. Can we come in?"

It turned out that Afra's two brothers, his brother and his sister. Afra ran to open the door and hugged her brother. Adami was surprised but still gently stroked his sister's back.

"Inside well, not here." Pinta Adami is replying to a small nod from Afra who has not yet let go of a hug. Adami took her sister into the room and sat on the bed. Rian was even cool with Adami's phone, playing games there and sitting next to Afra.

"How do you feel?" Adami asked her sister. The girl actually wanted to cry a lot, but was held back with all her might. He must be strong! Afra slowly took off her embrace.

"Do you want to know how the heart thump of Afra beats like what?" Afra's wide eyes stared at the brother.

"What kind of an adventure?" Adami was innocent-eyed waiting for his sister's answer.

"Like this." Both palms of the girl were attached to both sides of Adami's cheeks. Then hit Adami's cheek to the beat of her heart beat. "Deg-deg-deg-deg."

"Aw-aw-aw-wid. Pain, Deck .... " Inevitably slap slowly but the pain, made Adami strangled until Afra stopped the action of practicing her heartbeat on her brother's cheek.

"Ups! Sorry brother, sorry. Brother wants an example!" Afra instead scolded Adami, smashed her lips, clasped her hands on her chest, and grunted softly.

Adami shook his head, stroked both cheeks, and did light facial exercises to relax his leg muscles due to the actions of his sister.

"That fast? Well, it's like obesity, Ra." Adami said he tried to laugh, but instead got the flat look of his sister. "Need this doctor mah .. ask for a prescription love medicine gih. Hahaha ... "this time Adami got an attack of pinch that turned into a tickle from Afra.

"Dragon, don't joke!" Afra sat cross-legged on the bed taking the void and hugging him. His face returned grim, looking uproar over there.

Adami let out a short sigh, approached hugged and kissed the baby on the back of his sister's head. Adami whispered softly. "Don't know, Afra is a strong girl. Brother also knows Afra's a great girl. But now it's not the main one. Dare, deck, that's the most important! You accepted the man for daring to accept your two terms of change, now you must dare to accept them all."

"You should be proud, Ziran came to bring you the most beautiful dowry. Hapalan Qur'an Surah An-Nisa you will hear from your future husband. That's one of his sacrifices getting you, Afra. And you should be grateful! My brother is proud of him. Sure he is your best priest and you are his most beautiful angel."

Afra silently pensively listened carefully to every word of her brother. Afra's mind opened. Right, he should be grateful! But why did he forget the favor of God who had given him a soul mate as great as Ziran?

Astagfirulcica ....

"Thank you bang. Afra will try to be brave!" Afra hugged Adami. She is proud to have a sister like Adami.

"Together, brother. That's dong!" Reply hugging his sister dear, after Adami got out of bed.

"Yes is ready. After Ba'da Magrib your future husband will come. Remember, Afra is strong, great, so be brave! The spirit!"

Adami gave encouragement, a little respect, a blink of one eye, and lastly a big smile. He switched to holding Rian who had been playing the game not disturbed at all. Oh this kid. Rian aspires to be a gamer! Focus, until it doesn't care about the surroundings.

"Sister out, yeah. Assalamualaikum"

Now Afra can smile. His eyes shine again. Now he is more courageous to face reality. He remembered! God created something of his will, perhaps this is his destiny.

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The atmosphere in the living room looks warm and cheerful. Ziran came with her parents. Everyone smiling showed a happy tone. Moreover, the figure of Ziran, the man did not stop to display his sweetest smile in front of everyone. Afra who saw him bobbing heads, did Ziran not get tired of smiling continuously? Well, not wrong anyway. Afra was sure the man was very, very happy because tomorrow was their wedding day. Maybe Afra should also learn from Ziran, to keep smiling.

"We all went to the upper Musholah room. There we direct the reading of Surah Al-Qur'an that Nak Ziran promised as a wedding dowry tomorrow." David, Abi Afra started the conversation. Everyone seemed to be listening in silence. In Afra's house there is a special room provided for prayer. Usually, we use family prayer. "Adam, take Nak Ziran get water ablution, just keep getting ready at Musholah."

Ziran and Adam together said, "Both Abi." It became a family laughter. The two went up first to go upstairs, go to the Musholah room.

Afra's heart had already started to react. The faster he climbed the steps, to the Musholah room with his family and Ziran. Umm turned to him, the date he was holding Umi felt exciting.

"This is the Mahar you asked for. So listen carefully to your future faith recite this holy verse of the Qur'an for you, son. A good man is for a good woman. I hope you guys are being a fool." Say Uminya sweat softness. Afra's hand was still being held towards the Mushola room.

"Amiiinn. Hopefully, Umi." Afra was quite reassuring in her heart.

Inside the Mushola room. The figure of the man sitting facing the Qibla with the Quran in front of him is located on the recal/rest in the form of wood. Ziran looks handsome under the moonlight that escaped the window glass, deliberately left not covered with curtains. Her wet hair escaped the black skulls she wore. He was wearing long pants and shirt, but has now changed into a Muslim teenager who often wears a holster and white sturdy clothes.

All the families sat leaning against the wall facing Ziran.

Is Afra amazed? It's obvious. Afra was always staring at Ziran silently. Cannot go over the limit. He was embarrassed to keep staring at the figure, because their status was still not mahrom. God willing, if God wills, tomorrow they will be lawfully lukewarm. Amynn.

"Please start, son Ziran." Abi Afra.

Ziran raised his gaze for a moment staring at each person in the room. His gaze stopped the longest looking at his future wife, his smile the widest for her Afranya. Afra immediately lowered her gaze hiding the red hue of her face. Adami looked straight at Ziran, then cleared his throat loudly stopping the man's actions. Adami pity looked at her shy sister in the face continues.

"Good Abi."

Ziran cleared a small thud normalizing her voice. Pretty deg-degan. His heart was no less strenuous beating the artistry of the room. Focus Back. He must be confident! After many days, and desperately studying the figure of Ustadz he met in pesantren, sincerely taught him how to properly and quickly to memorize the Quran.

The word Ustadz "Reading, memorizing, or practicing the Qur'an must be solely because of Allah. Do not make anything other than HIM a benchmark in worship. For it is the same thing as praying to Allah/Shirk. And shall not bring blessing but wrath from HIM." That was the message of the Ustadz when he began to learn to memorize the Quran. Ziran took a lesson from it all to change himself for the better. The point is, all because of God.

Ziran is back in focus. Take a deep breath before his right index finger leads to the sacred sheet that has revealed the reading of Surah An-nisa in front of his eyes. 'Bismillahirahmanirahim'

In his heart he asked God for ease.

And the recitation of the verses of the Quran was finally heard.

All speechless. Freeze.

The voice reciting the verses of the Quran is imbued with shahdu, airing the holy Asma of God.

Touched.

Afra's heart trembled. Body riveted. In his eyes appeared a clear crystal, which would fall as the petals closed. Ziran recited Surah An-Nisa meaning 'Woman' is slow with great melodious. Full of passion, from its deepest recesses. In this moment, he was sure.

Afra has fallen in love! He fell in love with the owner of that melodious voice. If allowed to unite, Afra wants Ziran to read the holy Quran with melodious when he wants to sleep, also a place to lean when he is tired.

Amyn....

- To be continue