Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Prologues
Life is full of mysteries, we are in encounters with people who were not before
we knew him and became a family. The former life
never thought it would be our lives.
“Sya..., how to go to college?”
“Iya dong, one more hour I arrive!”
The hijab-wearing girl stuck her phone on her hijab-covered earlobe, her voice so soft that anyone who heard her would feel at home for a long time
to listen.
The hijab-wearing girl kept walking with her light steps, she walked down the street
to get to the front of the highway, he always stood there to
angkot waiting. The angkot driver has been very familiar with the gentle girl, no
need to wave his hand angkot has stopped immediately.
“Ke neng campus?”
“Iya sir!”
Without a warning the girl entered the angkot and sat in a long seat facing each other, the chair that turned back to the window, happened to be angkot still
deserted, there are only two people in the same, now it becomes four because it is added
he and a guy who suddenly came in with him.
The girl shifted her seat, docked at a mother who was carrying
a basket of groceries seemed to have just come from the market, while the man was in a sneak peck
it sat right before him, the man continued to lower his gaze,
his face was so cool with his cocoa shirt looking well mannered with al-Qur’an
small in his pocket and a backpack on his back.
There was no conversation during the time in the angkot except for the sound of the yelling of the looking brow
passengers. The hijab girl continued to stare out the window at the man
peci it, enjoy the atmosphere of the city of Surabaya in the morning.
After being in the angkot for half an hour finally the angkot stopped also in
in front of his campus, he immediately got down from the angkot and handed him a five-minute bill
thousands. But it was unexpected that the guy in the sneak also came down and
doing the same thing as the hijab girl.
“Mas also studied at this campus huh?” ask the girl after the angkot leaves
them. The man smiled, his smile so cold that anyone would
seeing him feel his coolness.
“Iya ..., adek study here?”
The girl nodded with her smile always expanding at every opportunity.
“I first yes .., assalamualaikum!”
“Waalaikum greetings!”
The girl was Aisyah Ratna, she allowed the man to pass first, but the charm of the man
still left there with the memories that the girl remembered.
“May god send faith like him!” the girl prayed while staring
the back of the man who had moved away from him.
Aisyah continued her steps with a smile that never slipped out of line
her lips. His steps were so soft that not even the dust would sway as he
passable.
The main goal at this time is to go to the assembly of studies that are routinely held every day
jum’at. If there is no activity Aisyah always actively follow it. He already
sitting on one of the benches in front of the campus mosque.
His hands began to open the book he always carried, the book given by someone he so loved Muhammad: A Prophet for Our Time by Karen Armstrong. His love for the Prophet Muhammad earned him the gift of the book.
“Assalamualaikum, yes!” suddenly someone was sitting beside her, the girl who was usually hijab-wearing this time wearing her hijab even though it was not perfect, just a faceted hijab
four that were folded and wrapped just like that covered his head.
“Waalaikum greetings ..., Bianka, you are here too?” ask the girl in wonder. Unusually
his friend loved coming to the college.
“Iya.., I want to see one of my idols!”
“This is more handsome than a pop artist, his good looks are up to heaven and it looks like he belongs to the droplets of the inhabitants of heaven.”
“Who?”
“You do not know if gus Fahmi who filled the material today?”
“Gus Fahmi?”
“Iya gus Fahmi, his son Kyai Abdul Hamid the owner of the boarding house Nurul Huda!”
“As soon as the appearance yes ..., to make my best friend this move usually
love hanging out in the cafe now go to the study assembly!”
“Very very very handsome ..., he looked eleven twelve with the prophet Yusuf. Later
if you see for yourself, you will be fascinated!”
“Ya we have just entered, it looks like the study will start!”
They also mingled with the other children, entered the assembly and sat together
them.
“It's worth today who enliven all, it turns out that the speaker is a guy!” recited
that hijab girl.
“of course ..., anyone who does not know the same gus Fahmi!”
After everything entered, a man entered through the front door joined in
some of the people sitting lined up in front, Mc, the reader of the Qur’an, and the man
that's.
The girl, aisyah covered her mouth that accidentally opened in shock when
seeing the same man he met in the angkot. The man entered at the same time
sora sorai ukhti welcomes his arrival.
“Aaaaa .., gus Fahmi ..., gus Fahmi ...., gus Fahmi ....!” Almost all the people shouted
his name, now Aisyah knows if the man who was with her in the angkot earlier is
gus Fahmi, the man who became the idol of the ukhti-ukhti campus.
“Mashaallah..., dia!”
“Why Yes? You know gus Fahmi?” ask Bianka.
“Not just accidentally met alone!”
After everything calmed down again, Mc has now started with some arrangement of the show. Now it's Mc's turn to call Gus Fahmi as his speaker this time.
“Assalamualaikum Gus fahmi!”
“Waalikum greetings!”
“Nah must have been unmistakable if gus Fahmi is called as the idol of the
Ukhti, and for today's material is very suitable with the phenomenon of young people of the era
now, about love. Right gus Fahmi?”
“right once!”
“Ya already now please start gus Fahmi, later there will be a question and answer session
yes!”
“Thanks for the time, assalamualaikum everything. Let's study together now
because I am still studying here. What we will discuss is love within
islamic ferseffective!”
“Anyone must have felt love, because all must have felt the name love or fall in love. …., true love and there is false love ..!”
“Nah to ukhti all should be wise in choosing men who will
become your priest one day!”
“Look for men of morality and religion, how men we value morality
and his religion is good. Look at him from how his dawn prayer habits and
the second is from how angry ..., then later you will know
how will he love you and love god!”
The brief matter was so felt the way penetrated into the heart and feelings Aisha.
a special thing that made him unable to forget those words. So
it is so special to be in such a special place too.
Seriate