My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
greetings, Ahmad Zaidan Syukrillah

Maryam POV

today I intend to go home with nurain.we plan to stop by first to the house assyila, after which we also plan to play games first before returning to each other's homes.

one side I am happy because I have finished my high school years, but on the other hand I am also sad because I will not feel together again with my best friend.

it will be difficult for us to meet each other again. assyila in Bandung, I am in Purwakarta, and nurain live in Garut. moreover, we will also have a busy life of each of them for sure.

qodarullah no one knows what it will be like.sometimes what we think is good just the opposite.or what we think is bad turns out to end well.

when passing through the front of the house of the babysitter mother I saw gus hafidz who ran in sports clothes, funny look because of his very different appearance from his usual.

it's true my guess Gus hafidz wants to talk to nurain. I choose to stay away from them. while waiting, I open my bag, I, I looked back at the same paper when I got the letters from someone I didn't know who the sender was.

a few minutes later nurain came back to me, so even Gus hafidz I saw had walked away.I originally wanted to open the letter is nurain, nurain, and let nurain aja who read because somehow this heart is not ready to read the contents of the letter itself, but it turns out I have to listen to the story about nurain first.

'later, the fitting of eating together new I tell nur about this letter' my inner.

the initial plan that wanted to spend time together before returning to their respective homes turned out to have to be postponed. because somehow suddenly nurain felt anxious and asked to go straight home to his house.

earlier I wanted to accompany, but nurain refused by reason of fear to trouble me. whereas we have long since and there was never a word to trouble each other. but what can make me finally go back to Purwakarta.

"son, eat first if you are ready to eat. we eat together yuk" said Umi knocking on my room door

"iya umi, Iam to it" I got out of my bed and put the pink paper into a drawer I hadn't opened at all.

'later read it' my mind

"iam, tomorrow so you want to sign up for UIN?" ask Fatimah tea when my family and I are eating together

"insyaallah tea so"

"to UIN where is this Bandung tea what is Jakarta?"

"hmmm, still confused actually"

"continue tomorrow will visit to UIN where first?"

"hush, again the tomb do not while chatting later sprained" said Umi who stopped the chatter of my brother and me

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on the top porch of my house, I silently looked at the pink paper that I still did not open as well.

kayak her deg-degan that, even though I do not know what the contents of her letter are. after the paper back in the circle that I do not know what its benefits. I finally ventured to read the contents. bismillah,,, uh,,,

Bismilbornrahmanirrahim,,, bismill,,

The assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh

greetings to you angel of heaven,,,

I don't know what to put on this piece of paper

because this hand was so shaky when the black ink started to scratch

yesterday I always waited for this day to come

the day you smile welcomes your graduation

congratulations,,,,, congratulations,,,

for your earnestness in seeking knowledge for these three years

I know you're a smart woman

every year is a champion

but yesterday with a smile and a sincere applause when your friend changed your position

I became aware that anti is the best woman, God willing

Mary az_zulfa

by saying bismillah

asking you to be halal for me

god willing in two weeks

I'm gonna go to your parents' house

and if I may ask, then,

until that time comes

it is Istikharah, that your heart may accept and choose me as the priest of your hereafter, God willing

sorry if all this time,

the scratching of my pen is interfering with your concentration

and disrupt your time

greetings from me, please,

Ahmad Zaidan Shukrillah

ustadz Ahmed? so all this time he's been writing these letters? I never thought he was the one God chose to be my future priest.

long ago when I first entered the cottage and he taught the book of tools, really I was fascinated because of his intelligence but still tawadhu. he who was so keeping the view of every so haram for his view.

well, I know that because every teaching he never once looked at us women, because, not not not to be afraid to see but because it is so glorifying a woman that I catch from her attitude.

"what's quiet again?" suddenly my brother's arrival awakened my daydream

"don't you, don't do anything" I replied a little nervously

"masa? ko ku kaya again bengong that"

"what's the ride? other people fancied the cold of the afternoon air"

"but, what's that behind his hands?"

fatimah's tea turned her gaze towards my hand that was grasping the pink paper earlier

"not__not anything for tea, just paper" I answered

"kalo kuman ko nervous paper that?"

I was silent for a moment, then gave the paper to my brother without waiting for long, my brother opened the paper and read it carefully.

"mash God Iam, anti hitbah?" said Fatimah tea with glee

"umi and Abi know yet?" asked Fatimah tea again, I just shook my head in response

"let's tell them the same!"

"don't tea, Iam ain't ready to say it"

"why?"

"iam confused tea, the new graduation has already hitbah-an. iam want to go to college was once rich teteh"

"masyaallah de, is there a ban that should not be hitbah before college? besides, if in Hitbah you can't go to college? who have married a lot while studying ko. as long as there is a husband's permission, and still sure the candidate iam must be ngizinin" tea Fatimah tried to give understanding to me

"ko sure as that? do you know who wants to hitbah Iam?"

"teteh do not know much anyway, only if you keep in mind his kayak ustadz Ahmad who supports the same education. let alone he is a teacher"

"amin, insyaallah tea, but do not tell me first the same umi Abi yah. iam want istikharah first to convince Iam's heart" I ask gently so that Fatimah tea do not say first with our parents

"yes, I won't tell you first"

"thank you for tea"

teh Fatimah just nodded with a smile, then hugged me lovingly.that's how my sister, always been my confiding place and always there for me, in every situation whatsoever.