MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#Episode 27's. "You Reap What You Sow" (What you sow is what you reap)

*fahry

The sun started to crawl up. He was still fluttering on the bed, while leaning lazily on a pile of pillows. Staring blankly at the ceiling of his room. What an apparition that explained his current mood.

The dilemma he had felt in the past few days, seemed to have changed into an acute level of anxiety. The story has changed. It's not about choosing anymore. But about letting go.

After yesterday he was panic-stricken by Sherin who suddenly disappeared from the Hotel, last night he was again stricken by a nestapa that increasingly dashed his hopes.

The stifling sight of the drama performed by Fathin and Joseph he witnessed last night, instantly blew away the remaining despair. It was a complete accumulation of pettiness that made the pulse in the head even more mercilessly torture him.

His heart was broken even before He convinced himself of Fathin's feelings for him. The story ends with a sad ending, even before his love is welcomed. Become the true definition of the phrase,

"Wood before growing"

He sighed fretfully once again. His brain again could not be reconciled with reality. Still feel at home presenting all the memories of the girl, ignoring the moans of her increasingly troubled heart.

He rubbed his face rough and then got up from the bed. A moment later pick up the cigarette lying original on the floor and take it out to the boarding terrace.

Sit down to throw yourself in a lounge chair made of fiber while making a match and lighting a cigarette. Suck it deep and then blow it rough. The surrounding atmosphere became thick with smoke coming out of his nose and mouth.

It flinch long enough. Pondered and pondered. Repeatedly reassuring the choice of the heart. It looks like he really has to let go of the girl sincerely, then, refocus on his love struggle with Sherin, the first love that is now back present.

"Why, lo? kayak virgin left married! it doesn't fit, you know!" He was stunned for a moment. He was too engrossed in playing and drowning in the dilemma of his heart to be even a little unaware, if there was a figure who had been sitting in the chair next to him.

Hurriedly turned his face and immediately found the face full of ridicule from his colleague and best friend, Arga, who he knew to be an MC at the makrab event last night.

He clucked faintly and returned to focus on smoking his cigarette. Sucking it in, exhaling again and lastly eroding his butts that are still many.

"Where is he?" asked Arga without further ado, as if he knew exactly what was struggling in his brain right now. He laughed with his careless expression.

"Don't accuse!" His leg was flat without looking.

"Can you move on from Sherin?" Still with her pretentiousness the man asked.

"That was last night, a reality show or a gimik doang?" He even chimed in with his impulsive questions.

Arga suddenly frowned to hear his question that felt like curhatan mother-emak rampong in a vegetable mang cart. His colleague suddenly realized that what he meant was the declaration of Yusuf the campus general in front of the makrab audience last night.

"Wait, wait, you know that girl?" Arga asked unexpectedly a little less trusting. He nodded slowly. Once again a sigh of despair, and Arga could see that of course.

"Gue saranin, you back off before you get caught. This Rival lo is heavy. There will be no chance of marriage. Anyway I see like that girl likes Bang Yusuf!"

This time Arga like a referee who always gave Referee Stops Fight in an amateur boxing show, because the kite of a Jab that made him Knock Out aka KO in the early rounds.

Really more clarifying the end of the story of love does not reach it. Again he laughed. What a terrible picture of fate.

"Btw, I'm surprised you, in addition to you there are diamonds that shine, you even still ngarep a star that is not flabby!"

"I mean, lo?" He who from the beginning was still reluctant to serve the ravings of his colleague, suddenly enthusiastically asked while facing Arga. And unfortunately the one in the face even laughed widely while shaking his head many times.

"This, Lo who is not sensitive or the children who are baperan, how the hell?" He turned back on his head which felt more mumbling. What a ridiculous story offered by Arga. He really doesn't understand.

"Ck, you what the hell, I asked you instead of back, who do you mean the glowing diamond?" He was a little upset.

"Acum lo it! During this time your brain has been _gap ama old love story lo ama Sherin, so, you do not realize that all this time Dian likes you!" He was unable to speak. His voice disappeared in his throat before arriving at his lips.

Oh, my God, let alone this. Scene episode one, two has not finished, even in briefing secuel that is no less dramatic.

"Di_Dian's? Ngaco. Dian I consider my own sister. He's a rohis boy, no way he wants a student to break like me. Don't you know what?" Kilah.

"Of to you, you want to believe it or not, which is clear if I may advise you to withdraw from the rival ama bang Yusuf, try to bales tuh, Dian to lo."

"Bullshit!"

"Gini day, where there are girls who want to give more attention if there is nothing behind it. And heyy, besides the girl is an expressive creature, her mood, her heart can always be read through her expression. You are insensitive!" Arga still persisted with the belief that he felt strange. Making the folds on his forehead more and more layers.

"Ck, you know ah, I've been quite dizzy with my feeling to Fathin who just started to grow, but suddenly Sherin came back. So please! don't add to my brain burden with that shit!" He said that with a slightly hardened jaw, he described his emotions as unstable at this time.

"Sherin's back? mean lo?"

Again he threw his breath away rough. A moment later he nodded weakly with an increasingly empty look.

"A few days ago, Sherin suddenly connected me, __," He finally told me everything from the beginning, about the One who fell in love with one of his new cadres, Fathin. About Joseph suddenly taking over the attention of the girl to the sudden presence of Sherin along with her surprising changes because he had become a convert.

Not to forget about the dilemma that has plagued him lately, confused between choosing to give up the girl for Joseph and refocusing the fight with Sherin or persisting with a sense that has just grown with the risk of hurting Sherin.

Arga who had been so enthusiastic to listen to every speech, now seemed to be stuck, silent did not react. As if joining the dilemma determines what he wants to say as a suggestion for him.

"Lo has been horrified. According to you, how should I? honestly, I'm still pretty sure of my own feelings!" He hesitated with his flat nose.

"Who's feeling?" Arga looked at him intensely.

"Both!" Sahut again.

Arga followed with a heavy breath. Sighed a little more before saying sure, then,

"If I may suggest, mending lo serious back ama Sherin. Sacrifice him to be equally you don't mess around, Bro! besides you already have no gap to enter between Bang Yusuf and the girl. Um, if it's about Dian, I'm sure he'll understand. Especially if she knows about Sherin who has become a convert, Dian will definitely number her feelings for the sake of Sherin's happiness!"

"Gue thinks so too, but I still think I saw Fathin am bang Yusuf!"

"Gue understands, but I'm sure, slowly but surely, you can accept, just wait for the time that will heal everything." Sahut Arga tried to encourage her heart.

"Sometimes life doesn't give you what you want, not because you don't desire it, but because you desire so much more! (Sometimes life doesn't give us what we want, not because we don't deserve it, but because we deserve more than that!)."

Arga reassured him. The corner of his lips was interested in finding his best friend this time suddenly turned into a doctor of romance for him.

It seems to be starting to sting. A little bit of Arga's encouragement began to affect him. At least the pulse in his head that had been tormenting him since last night was now beginning to decrease.

"Thank's, Bro!" His speech later, which was answered by a nod from his best friend, as a sahutan.

He basically decided to decide something similar. But, the girl's charm was a little difficult to fill from his memory. Making it stuck for a long time in a heart game that is still doubtful because it still saves a speck of despair. Trying to find a gap that can change an impossible to being a possible. But the truth is there is not the slightest bit of empty space for him. His movements were completely locked to death, Skak Mat!

"Btw, my nyamperin tumben, you want a report that you've broken up with Andin?" He chuckled at the end of his sentence when he asked because Arga's face suddenly turned sour to hear the name Andin, his possessive lover.

"Huh, I want something. Do you know Mitha?" Arga snorted as he threw a question at her. It seems like his best friend's heart still holds a resentment towards Andin.

For the sake of hearing Mitha's name, her memory finally returned completely to the incident that happened between Mitha and Andin in the campus cafeteria yesterday.

"He's my new cadre in Hippelwana. Ama Fathin's friendship. Lo don't macem her. I don't want Andin doing anything Mitha because of jealousy, you get him!" He said flat but quite firmly through the pressure of his voice.

This time Arga did not answer. The man laughed out loud. This time it seems like a pinned position without a split ensnare his best friend. He loudly wonik if Arga is feeling the same dilemma with him even though a little different plot.

"Lo how do you know Mi__,"

"Gue likes that kid!" Arga said to the point before he finished asking.

"Gue does not know since when, which I obviously want more deket ma him. I am tired of worrying about the pattern of Andin connections that are getting sicker and sicker to know! She's so childish. Her bad that I hate so much! (he's too childish. What a bad thing I hate!"

Arga seems to want to express all the kesah dihati. He also chose silence, listening while looking for the common thread of the problem his friend said.

"Lo finish first lo ama si Andin relationship you just started making a strategy plan for naklukin Mitha. Simple!" Chilled relaxed.

"Lo is simple-simple just talk doang, it's me, Andin is one of the rare cpecies, selfish, reckless, want to be strengthened but do not want to change. Ck, my stress has long faced him. You have an idea gesrek doesn't make him tell me without having to turn on "the next people" I ntar?"

This time he was crushed while raising a soft fist on Arga's shoulder that looked upset with a waiting expression. Instantly comes the idea that really gesrek according to his best friend's request. He chuckled again before then saying pretentious, sure,

"There's only one way, you pretend to be stressed, Ga!" His mouth was still with his last laugh while putting his index finger on the forehead with a slanted position, making Arga cough for choking with cigarette smoke that had earlier mengepuli face look.

"Andin ba__," He did not continue his chatter because Arga interrupted him quickly,

"Crazy, lo! You told me to be an RSJ patient? What, really, a lack of work! I have no talent for being crazy. I can't act crazy!" Arga's grievances endlessly swore at him.

"Gue just had the idea doang, anyways you ask the idea of gesrek, anyway. That's what's going on in my brain!" Again he laughed. Not yet he had imagined what would happen if Arga pretended to be crazy. It would be very funny, he thought.

"Yes, I'm going in first, get ready. Today I'm going to Sherin's. You're not coming in?" He said as he stood up to leave Arga who was still with the expression "undesirable"_nya.

"No, I'm going back. Ntar the night I wait lo in the new cafe owned by bang Fadhil in front of the mall Mandonga." Sahut Arga finally stood up. The two shook hands by pitting a slow fist as a farewell gesture.

"See, you!"

"Too!"

***

*Yusuf

Early in the morning He had contacted Gery, the friend, to ask anything He wanted to prepare before leaving. However, He had to prepare everything because He had to stay at the mosque for three days.

He began rummaging through his closet looking for prayer clothes, but nothing he found. The only thing he's got, is a suit kurtah gave Gery last night. He pricked himself. Really apathetic very himself turned out all this time for religious affairs. To the extent that the prayer clothes were never stamped in his brain to keep it at least as anticipated if at any time in need.

He also took some sheets of casual clothes, boxer, gloves, towels, pants and toiletries plus men's facial care knick-knacks he used. Not to forget the masculine-scented luxury perfume flagship, then put all of them into a backpack.

In order to avoid many questions from the residents of the house, he decided not to directly wear the clothes Gery gave. He was wearing an outfit as usual, trousers plus a shirt whose sleeves were rolled up originally.

He stepped closer to the mirror. Cut his handsome face in there. Tidying up her hair. Last snatched the car keys, wallet and his phone on the nightstand.

"Let's start the adventure!" He grinned with his big smile before finally walking out of the room. Step down the steps of the stairs to a large room where there is a set of super wide and long dining tables.

The atmosphere in the dining room had begun to boisterous by the voices of his brothers and their families. Except for Mas Tio and Mbak Tiana because they both decided not to stay at the house last night.

As usual, he in a relaxed and indifferent style threw himself in the seat closest to Mr. Surya, his father. He was not ignorant, since he appeared behind the wall between the room and the living room, almost all eyes were on him. But he pretended to be stupid.

He was even busy greeting his nephews who were sitting sweetly in mini chairs enjoying bribes by mouth from their respective mothers.

"Good morning kids!" Excited spirit.

"Morning, uncle handsome!" Serempak bak commanded all the boys to know.

"Eat a lot of good food!" Fill the plate with fried rice.

"Wheel, Boss!" Again the boys answered in unison.

"Where are you going, carrying a wolf pack?" Ma'am Meisya asked as she was just starting to enjoy her breakfast.

"There's a show for me!" Origin legitimate.

"Ck, how the hell, just wanted to be asked about semalem already want to go. Can't be delayed what went, but there's all this here?" Tiara asked shortly after the children ran to the front room because they had finished breakfast.

"Yes, I said, Skarang just said it. What do you want?" Relaxing still seriously enjoying breakfast.

"That's a serious smalem, Suf? you mean, you're not going to play with people's children, are you?" This time, Citra asked. Usual usa.

"Gue doesn't like pleasantries. I am srius. Why am I wasting my time if not srius!" Still in his cuteness style. A quick glance of his eagle bead glanced at the papa who had not yet voiced. Papa looks disgusted with the food in front of him. As usual, Papa does not like to talk while at the dining table.

"Why is it the same with Fathin?" Stopped his mouth for a moment. The net is now really fixed on the full face of authority.

Silent...

For a moment, all was silent while staring at papa with a dream waiting. But the waiting is still not going to speak. Instead of answering, the middle-aged man grabbed a tissue and wiped his lips after sipping a glass of water given by the step mother. A moment later stand up to move while speaking,

"Papa wait for you in the living room!"

Everyone threw their eyes at each other, except her. He chose to finish his meal immediately and hurriedly stood up to follow his papa steps.

"Gue first!" Say it to everyone who is there. Walk away from the dining table without waiting for all the answers.

"Papa just wants to be clear before we start. Are you really serious about your intentions?" Papa opened the conversation, breaking the silence created. He realized that the question was directed at him. He also nodded without a sound.

Everyone in that place had no voice. Mr. Surya looks mangosteen, then continues,

"Papa likes the kid. Polite and know how to carry yourself. Think of your answer as a man's promise. You know, the man he's holding is his word, his promise?"

"You sorted out all your business on campus. Papa's gonna meet his parents to propose to you. As an adab and a tribute to his family, don't go there!" This time he wanted to interrupt the protest but the sharp gaze of Mbak Tiara which meant a ban made him finally silent, resigned to accept the decision of the father.

"Papa hope, after this you can stop playing around with life. You are quite adult. It is time to seriously organize life. How do you want to manage the family later if you are just watching yourself, you are still not becus! Remember the household is not a realm of trial and error if suitable continued if not disperse. You must be a responsible man before you decide to enter this realm!"

"You have to be a man who respects your women. You see the faces of all your sisters, especially the twins who are still in the search for identity. You don't want them to be treated badly by their husbands?"

"Dad, Pah!" He said briefly.

"It depends on how Papah, Tio, you too Fero treats the women who are beside us. Because Papa is convinced that with the law of the harvest, the law of karma is always there. That's why Papa has been trying to be kind and respect your Mami because Papa wants all of you to get the same treatment from your partner!"

Papa spoke softly while reaching for the shoulder of the woman beside him, the woman he had not fully accepted, when in fact the woman was kind and sincere. Papa looked at the faces of his daughters one by one with a glassy bead. The atmosphere in the room was instantly overwhelmed. All eyes were glazed over and she was no exception.

Somehow his heart broke hearing every strand of papa's advice this time. All this time, though, He always tried to avoid meetings like this because he refused to listen to advice that He considered nothing more than an unfortunate chatter that only entered the right ear and then without permission came out through the left ear. But today he is still stuck here. Felt so deeply in what his father said.

His heart was cold, a long dry tub met the rain. Moisten his dry heart that has long been arid with advice. Instantly He promised to really change, of course, in a better direction as the expectations of those who are in front of him now.

"Thank you, Pah!"

He actually wanted to say a lot but for some reason, what managed to come out of his mouth was only such a short exclamation. He could not find a short sentence that could represent his current mood except that word.

"Bak can see, the girl is a good girl. He looks very educated in terms of speech and behavior." Mbak Meisya finally voiced after previously participating solemnly listening to papa's speech.

"Yes, Mommy! I can see that too. Her son is cool, soup and like loving because children are sticky all over smalam." Add Mbak Citra again with a smile on the lips.

"I have loved it since the first acquaintance. I like the look of his eyes that are sad but sharp impressed firmly. Sister Sarah smalam said, the child has a calm character that is soothing but can change firmly for things that do not make sense. Ma'am thinks you need a companion like that who can worry about the cute nature of your stupid time." Tiara's sister chimed in. While the men just nodded confirming what their wives said.

In his heart he laughed a little at his brother-in-law who was so submissive and succumbed to the women. He became afraid himself lest his fate would end soon if He was already a husband.

"What is this stragic emang yah nasip all men if already married? can only surrender and submit to the rules of the wives. Why is the dominance of women in the household so strong?" His mind was full of questions. His face was attaching a horrified mimic. He shuddered faintly.

"Lo do not be horrified that, ntar lo will be rasain also if already in our current position, Lo will never win their opponents!" Mas Yoga chuckled as he said this. Everyone laughed at the joke of Mbak Citra's husband. He just smiled in this.

"Yes, I pulled it off first. I'm late!" The appeal to all.

"Bah, I'm walking the skarang!" He stood up to step but suddenly there was a whisper telling him to watch the step mother. He turned back and spoke flat, too,

"I'm on my way, Auntie!" I don't know, he still can't call the woman Mami like the others.

"Yes, baby! You be careful, yeah!" As usual the woman will gently touch him with affection. Not at all offended let alone angry with the name "Tante" pinned. Make him come back in no way to feel a little guilty. I don't know, in the last few hours his heart has been a bit melancholy. Easy to be sensitive and somewhat unbearable.

"Thank you!" Still flat but at least he replied.

"Be careful!" All in unison speaking towards him. He raised his hand in response.

He walked out after grabbing his car keys and cell phone on the table. Leaving happy faces adorned with knotty smiles on the lips that stared at his back further away and finally disappeared behind the exit.

Beeping..

He pressed the automatic key to open the car door. He was about to run his car but suddenly his tail caught an object that quite caught his attention through the reflection behind the rear vision mirror. A rather large gift lay sweetly in the seat behind the wheel.

"God, forgot. That's the papa gift that Fathin ready yesterday." Say it to yourself.

He finally went down again and opened the door behind to pick up the box. Walk back into the house. All are still cool in the family room.

"Bah, sorry this in forgot smalem. Papa's gift from me with Fathin." He said slowly while handing over a rather large package to his papa.

He could see how on his face the feeling of happiness emanated when receiving the gift. Not without reason, this is the first time after so long papa received a birthday gift from her. All this time he was so ignorant and indifferent to things like this.

"I don't know what Papa likes. All of those ideas were also Fathin's choice. Hope you like it!" He said it again in the same style. Flat. Cuey!

"Thank you, tell your future son-in-law papa!" Papa's face again shone.

"Yes. I'm walking!"

He walked back a little run out. Soon his beloved car moved slowly out of the garage and in an instant disappeared, fused in the crowded crowd of vehicles chasing each other to precede each other.

He suddenly remembered Gery's message to bring worship tools, especially prayer clothes. He thought of stopping by the Muslim outlet where he had shopped with Fathin before. The corner of his lips was attracted. It seemed like there was something in the form of a brilliant idea in his head.

He then sent a short message to Fathin's number. Again smiling knot reading contact Fathin's name on his phone.

To: GirlQ

"Ready-prepared. I'll pick you up in 15 minutes. Go with me to the place yesterday! I don't accept rejection!"

"Ok, honey! I'm coming!" The screech with a radiant face. Stir with a strange rumble that increasingly tickles his heart lately with a pounding and erratic hissing.

"Damn it!"

TBC>>>

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Afwan jiddan /sorry as much as possible for the readers who are still faithful to follow this dimeh story, because one thing or another, z can only continue this delayed chapter.

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