MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
# Episode 13. Because I'm a Moslem

* Fahry

The rage in his heart had not completely disappeared even though he had tried to leave the campus. Meant to avoid Fathin, the sad-eyed girl who had managed to mess with her mind and heart today. His heart really shrank, considering that his rival this time was Joseph. Like a paradox, not only doubtful, but impossible for him to win the girl.

In addition because Yusuf is almost perfect in all respects, even with anti-mainstream and bad behavior labels, though, also because he does not pe_de compete about romance with the figure of Joseph who is familiar with mental never give up it. Realizing this practically made the level of tangling of his heart multiply. He also set his heart again, to just convince his own feelings of a sense that lately began to often play the flow of his mind.

"Aarrggh.. Why should Bang Yusuf? Trus why is also a curve like not wanting to escape that earlier? Don't focus!" He again grinned while muttering regretfully.

Dddrrrtt..

He gasped in an instant to hear his cellphone being charged on the floor of his boarding room, vibrating the sign there was an incoming call. He then rushed to grab it and received the call after previously unplugging the charger that was still attached to the phone.

"Hallo, Assaalaamu'alaikum, Fahry!"

A familiar yet slightly dubious voice sounded greeting. There was a speck of flavor still left inside there that suddenly burst forth, trying to tease back the memory that had almost forgotten.

"Yes, syp huh?" sahut flat. He did not want to speculate even though he was sure to know the soft voice.

"No way, Sherin's never had a night out, she's a non-Muslim!" His muttering.

"Have you really forgotten? It's me, Sherin!" His heart suddenly rippled, a sense that had been reluctant to leave his heart, forcing him to quickly convince his hearing just now.

"Sherin's? here, are you really Sherin?" He stammered in amazement.

"Yes! L'm.. I'd like to see you, I'm in Kendari now. I'm waiting for you at Royals Coffe!" Sherin's voice shakes across. Makes him suspicious of something that is happening to the person who once filled his days.

"It's Ok, I'm going there now!" His reply tried to calm the voice across from the one heard began to sob.

"Hikss.hikss!"

It did not take long He was ready for the OTW after making sure Sherin was okay, just before the phone connection was cut off.

He drove his sports bike at moderate speed. Due to the atmosphere of the road that began to be crowded because, tonight is Sunday night. A night where almost all young people will spend it by road with loved ones.

The Royal's Coffe is already visible up front. He began to slow down the speed of his vehicle and soon after parked his favorite motorcycle. In a hurry full of question marks, he ran into a small cafe and for a moment spread his eyes wildly looking for someone. Suddenly his net caught a beautiful face, a face that honestly is still very much He missed, wrapped in a neat hijab that practically makes it smitten like a bewitched bud.

"Sherin...!" He muttered softly still trying to convince the figure who is now seen standing there while looking at him with a charming round bead that began to glaze over.

*Sherin

A girl is beautiful, intelligent and has a gentle and loving nature although a little wayward. Being born into the only daughter of a family that is quite located makes her grow into a spoiled and unruly girl. Born and raised in a devout Catholic family, he then had to bury deeply his great hopes of living happily with Fahry, his lover. Different family backgrounds, especially religious differences. Yes, Fahry is a Muslim.

Fahry is the only guy among dozens of cogans who tries to get close to him, which can make him subjugate and eventually fall in love. The two had a forbidden relationship aka Back street since sitting in school in a white-gray uniform until they both attended the green campus, Unhalu.

Everything went well without any obstacles. He was so comfortable and happy because Fahry loved him so much, and vice versa. He was even determined to convert to convert if that was really a condition they could be together. But, na,as! An accident that almost took his life, when he and Fahry returned from dinner at a favorite restaurant, finally managed to dismantle the forbidden relationship.

His father, who incidentally a high official in MaPolda Sultra, was so angry when he learned of the relationship between the two plus the status of Fahry. It practically makes the two have to let go of each other. Plus a month later his father was mutated to Bandung, the fix makes the two gradually increasingly foreign to each other. Father who is famous for his dictatorship tried to close all access that allows the two to greet each other despite skedar through the wind. Wearing it!

Two years through, with all his efforts to forget Fahry. But the result is nil. That feeling, that love, that longing is even bigger and betrayed all the efforts he has done so far.

Until the time comes in one part of the episode of his life, God wants to give him guidance, he said, through his introduction to a beautiful doctor who handles Steven his brother while in the hospital treatment due to thypus pain in his suffering. What he later learned turned out to be a convert.

From intense meetings, frequent discussions and kindness for the good that is always displayed by the beautiful doctor plus the story of the struggle to maintain the new belief of the doctor who desires, the doctor, practically eroding little by little his belief about the God He worshipped so far. And at the end of last Ramadan, he strengthened his heart. Yes, he wants to be a Muslim.

Time changes, he is more confident with what he is living now. He also began to learn hijab outside the knowledge of his family. Learn to pray and read the holy verses of the Qur'an. But as the saying goes, Just in case a Squirrel jumps, one day it will fall too. His eldest brother suddenly caught him during the midnight tahajjud prayer. Fix, the time bomb he had been waiting for all this time, exploded already. He resigned. Whatever risk.

That night he was also in court by the whole family. Dad was so angry. With a gaze that He felt was about to crush his heart, He was forced to renounce his faith. At first he was so afraid and intended to pretend to be all, But it was as if there was a soft soothing voice inside that whispered strength, but,

"Never be afraid. God will be with you!"

He also insisted on staying in his position.

"I'm sorry Sherin, Daddy, Mommy, Brother! Sherin's decision is unanimous. Sherin finds inner peace after becoming a Muslim. Sherin's willing at whatever ajha's the same Dad all, Sherin's ready Dad!" He answered and fell in.

I don't know what strength has given him the courage to say that. And in the next minute, like a slow motion, the manik still had time to catch the shadow of Father who stood slapping him so hard. Instantly He was dazed and a second later He felt his ears ringing with the cry of Mother and her two brothers who called out his name. Everything suddenly darkened. He was unconscious.

For days he was in brackets in the back shed. Only Bik Asih, ART in the mansion was allowed to meet him to bring food for him. Bik Asih has never been long because it has been instructed not to linger inside with the threat of dismissal if it is not heeded. It is from the Asih that He knows that every time Mother cries.

With all the limitations that exist He tried to keep performing prayers. Luckily he had read the thaharah chapter about tayamum in the key book of worship that became his guide so far. He also prayed with the capital tayamum and used the used curtain cloth in the warehouse to cover the aura. Every night He woke up and wished Allah SWT help. He always remembered the message of the beautiful Doctor of his acquaintance by quoting a piece of the holy verse of the Qur'an which he had not yet memorized but He remembered well the translation of the verse, which he said,

"Find Allah's help with patience and prayer!"

And the wait for the adoption of his prayers has been answered yesterday. He was still solemnly sitting on a curtain which he laid out as a prayer mat after the dhuha sunnah prayer, suddenly the barn door opened and the manic was round to see who was coming. Second brother, Steven walked in with his eyes looking back and locked the door as fast as lightning.

"Sister.. hiks..hiks!" He couldn't help but cry. Because between his two brothers, Steven is the closest to him and can better understand him.

"Sorry Sherin, Brother! hiks..hiks..!" He was sobbing and without cue He immediately stood hugging his brother. Steven also shed tears seeing his slightly messy condition.

"Daddy, come on, we don't have much time. We have to move fast. My mom is not home anymore. Mas Gio also went to Surabaya. Brother will help you escape from here. For a while you returned to the grandmother's house first in Kendari. Later if it is safe and I can already take everything, Brother will pick you up home. Please don't ask too many questions. Take instructions from my sister!"

"Come, you're coming with brother now! We're going to the airport. You have booked your tickets and your clothes already take some sheets in your room!" Steven spoke with a little hunting breath. It signifies such great worry.

"But, Brother, if you know, this could be dangerous for you. I don't want you to take the punishment for what I did!" He still has doubts about what is happening now. Steven really took a big risk by doing this for him. But the relentless insistence of his beloved brother finally made him unable to think much more.

Both of them immediately ran out to the big motorbike parked in front of the house. In an instant, the two had been on a motorbike which was now running at high speed splitting the morning road by noon, the city of Bandung.

"This, as long as there you use the sister card first, this is enough for you to use later there. You take care of yourself, Dad! This promise will not be long. Brother will pick you up soon. Grandma will understand everything!" Steven handed a Debit Card in his hand shortly after taking care of all his departure affairs at the cashier. His eyes were endlessly wandering around making sure no one knew the two of them.

He hugged Steven again, the brother who was so dear to him, before they finally separated when he heard an announcement that the plane that would be in his overlap would soon take off.

"Follow, brother to all! I love you same brother. I will always doain brother let Allah take care of brother.Hiks..hiks..!" He again sobbed while drowning his head in the chest of his beloved sister.

"Yes, same, Deck! Come on now you go inside, soon the plane takes off. Careful dad!" Steven took off his embrace and wiped away the clear fur that soaked his smooth white cheeks.

In the plane He was unceasingly grateful to Allah SWT who had truly revealed his wonders. He became convinced and strengthened his heart to become a devout Muslim.

Arriving at Kendari this afternoon, he did not go directly to the grandmother's house. He decided to stay at a hotel in the number by pass for a few days while preparing mentally steel to face what he will face tomorrow. He wasn't ready to face Grandma and the others here.

After weighing everything, he finally decided to contact Fahry, a lover of hearts who never escaped his memory. However, he definitely needs Fahry's help with his problems this time. Luckily Steven had taken his cellphone and he still memorized outside the head of Fahry's mobile number.

There was a longing that was so strong when he first heard the voice of his loved ones. He really cannot control himself. He cried sobbing indicating he was very depressed this time.

And at this moment, he seemed to dream that the moment before him now, the figure he had so longed for for so many years, stood looking at him unmoved. The manic really can't compromise. Kubangan on the eyelids that had previously survived there, finally could no longer settle there. He wept bitterly and without realizing that he was now a Muslim, whose teachings did not allow two different types of people to touch each other in the same instant before the bond that justified them, He stepped closer and submerged himself in the chest of the field that stood stiffly fixed for a second then returned his embrace with so martyrdom.

He spilled out all the pain he had felt all along. He sobbed for a long time there until making a denim jacket worn by the man was wet with tears that seemed endless.

"Ehemmm, Sherin, let's sit down come on, it's not good that we're seeing people from around here!" The heavy voice suddenly realized that it was one reality.

He's no longer Sherin in free mode like he used to be. He is now a Muslim. He shouldn't have lost control like this. He suddenly felt ashamed of himself. The two sat facing each other at a table in the corner of the cafe. He deliberately chose a place that is somewhat protected from the free view of other visitors.

"So-sorry Fahry, I-I couldn't control myself just now. I'm too used to this!" His speech stammered while pointing at the hijab he was wearing which practically made his beauty level rise in stages.

The face in front of him still looked confused. Without even taking her eyes off her pretty face. Make his brain hard work looking for the right sentence to start the conversation this time. In the next minute, the heavy sound began to be heard.

"How are you doing, Sher?" His heart rippled back. The soft voice never changed. The voice he so missed.

"I-I'm good Thank God!" Her mouth was soft while bowed. He still did not dare to look at that face for too long. The atmosphere suddenly stiff as if this was the first meeting and introduction for the two.

"Well, how's your family doing?" Fahry asked questions again. But this time his heart suddenly slipped. His memory returns to remember that at this moment he is really not okay.

"Good!"

"Alhamdulillah. You're not afraid we're _ !"

"I ran away from home! They don't know I'm here!" He quickly cut the question that was about to be thrown Fahry. He could not wait to explain his current condition.

"God has given me guidance to worship him properly again. But no one's family accepted it. Dad locked me away for almost two weeks in the barn because I didn't want to give up my new faith!" It started to glaze over. As powerful as he is now, but he cannot lie to his own feelings. He misses his family very much. He is very not used to living alone further away from the mother like this.

He then recounted a chronological sequence of his escape without exception. His face was so crumpled and tired. Making a handsome face in front of him now also shed tears as if carried away by the flow with his life story.

"You who are patient, I will always be there for you. We're gonna get through this together. You will not be alone!" He stuttered as his hands were grabbed and held tightly, as if to give him strength.

It doesn't feel like late night. Both refused to separate. But again He must realize, He's not the old Sherin. He must start learning to control himself. Learn to respect himself because he is a Muslim.

"Please escort me to the Inn Hotel. For a while I'll stay at the hotel first. I don't dare to face grandma!" He finally said softly after he was satisfied to bring out all the uneg-uneg in his heart, including acknowledging the sense that has never changed for Fahry to date that is responded to with the same taste of his lover. That was enough strength for him.

"Come, I'll take you now!"

Both of them walked out of the cafe. His heart was now filled with a feeling of happiness that he longed for. Happy when the feeling is welcomed again.

TBC....>>>