My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
love letter to the angel ??

after being absent from the qismu amni me and Maryam immediately went to their respective dormitories because we happened to be friends but since we entered this cottage we have never been reunited in one dorm, we have never been, we only one class and one major is religious.well in my lodge there are three majors for high school/Aliyah students namely IPA, IPS, and religion and another here akhwat and ihwan certainly separated not united like a school in general to avoid the name of his ihtilat or a mixture between men and women.

"assalamualaikum,,"

suddenly someone knocked on my door, and Hani, one of my children, opened the door at the origin of the sound

"waalaikumsalam, eh tea Iam want to tea nurain yah??" greet him kindly.and without a stale base I immediately approached the origin of the sound with neat clothes

"it's ready !!" I said to hold my best friend's hand

"yes come on, Hani we go first well assalamualaikum," said Maryam as she passed away leaving Hani

"tumben-tumbenan anti-return to his cottage is still daylight, keep new nyampe already directly hijacked to the perpus again?" maryam asked as if she thought of strange behavior

"hehe, we don't want to graduate again so ana wants to be more diligent so that the munakosah can give anti value" I replied cengengesan after we were in the library.

Maryam azzulfa, she is my best friend besides being smart she is also beautiful and Sholehah, thanks to her I became more enthusiastic about learning so her Alhamdulillah until now I have always been in the second rank after her hee,, I have always been,, it is difficult indeed if you want him because after all I also learn from him, but walopun he is smart in various things one of my advantages from his memorization, namely in terms of memorization, I always win one step from him and from there we complement each other as friends.

" uh yes nur is not anti miss the book well here?" he said while looking at the books lined up in the library

"yes almost forgot, help find first yuk Iam when it's nyimpen under the table which well?" I said while searching under the library desk, because it just so happens that this library is quite spacious "meet !!" I continue to be excited.

"Alhamdulillah is still that sustenance! uh but what is it?" maryam asked when she saw a blue paper that had fallen from my book, we picked it up and opened the fallen paper

*T**for angels in the garden of heaven*,

I'm sorry if you're presumptuous to write this down on paper, though,,

first ana saw you enter the garden of heaven, ana considers her ordinary just like other santriwati.

there is never any special attention or special feeling even when we meet often.

maybe you are not aware of our accidental meeting as well as ana,

but until one night, after ana performed the prayer of istikharah, suddenly came a woman with her white hijab face so shady and her eyes so glowing, she said,

she smiled at me as if walking to take me away.

until I wake up and take a stand, maybe it's a guide from ALLAH or just a sleeping flower.

ana also did Istikharah for the second and three times and again the face that was always smiling welcomed in my dreams,

until I dare to write this letter to the angel in the garden of heaven

"cieee got a soul mate!" ledek Maryam after we both read the contents of the blue paper. And in this library there are only the two of us so we dare to open and read it directly.

"but I'm not sure if this is a letter to me!?" my answer because I doubt it was shown to me walopun found in my book left in the library