My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
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POV Gus hafidz

waiting for the final exam for one week feels like a year, the heart is increasingly uneasy since hearing the words of the nurse at that time.

not without reason if my feelings are like this, maybe this is one of the so-called tests of feelings when not feeling love for His servant.

"Abang, Arif wants to go to campus first yes" said Arif who was wearing neat clothes about to go outside

"up what?" ask me still pokus on the laptop screen in front of me

"his rich taxi bang"

"don't, let Brother inter alja all brother also want to come out there is business"

"okay bang, ready"

"wait a minute, Brother change clothes first"

~

blue mosque, here I am now. after delivering Arif to the campus I immediately go to this place. usually if there is no activity, I would prefer to stay in the apartment or choose to go to the library just looking for books that can be used as a reference for my study materials. but today I somehow want to go to this place, before the exam is over and I will go back to Indonesia.

blue mosque or blue mosque is one of the tourism mosques that are still actively visited by tourists to worship.This magnificent mosque was built by Sultan Ahmed 1 in 1609-1616. why is it called blue mosque? that is because the building of this mosque is dominated by blue so the tourists call this mosque as blue mosque.

not only magnificent, this mosque is also surrounded by parks and blue sea, so it adds beauty to the eyes that look no when visiting this mosque, who is currently breathing fresh air in the courtyard of this mosque.

I sat in one of the chairs, taking out a pen and a book, and I started to focus on painting every scene around the mosque, I wanted to add one picture right in front of the mosque painting I just finished drawing.

Nurain, well I want to add a painting of his face here. close his eyes for a moment, imagine his fleeting face that was smiling sweetly. This hand began to draw every line of his face. slightly narrowed eyes, her eyebrows are not too thick, her eyelashes are pliable, her skin is white clean, her nose is sharp, there is a small mole on her cheeks makes her even sweeter when smiling. subhanallah, it is beautiful every creation of yours, Rabb.

done,,,

nurain picture with his light blue hijab that is smiling loosely has been finished I painted. I look at it for a while. 'hopefully anti can forgive ana and smile like this when I meet ana later' my inner.

after finishing painting and looking at it for a while, somehow it suddenly occurred to me to take a picture of the painting.not satisfied, yet, I took the picture again but this time it was taken with myself who was smiling while holding the painting. after I finished I again saw the picture of the photo. 'strange' the word that describes me at this time.for the first time this I do, usually I do not really like taking pictures let alone Selfi alone but this time it is quite the opposite.what is with me? the answer is I don't know either, but it is clear that one day this painting will be shown to him.

~

by late afternoon I returned to the apartment.on the way I stopped for a while just buying food for me and Arif later.

{assalamualaikum bang, today Arif license nginep in kosan temen Arif, firdaus}

suddenly the WA message came in, when I was about to get into the car. it was from Arif. I immediately replied to his message.

{waalaikumsalam may, but previously you can ask no paradise to be careful if hp anta can not be contacted}

in my own apartment sitting on the dining table eating the food that I had bought earlier and rations for Arif, for Arif, I had to save it into the refrigerator because I had already bought it but it turns out Arif instead stayed at his friend's place.Smark he was married, must have always been my view when eating is his smile, his smile, her face, and her voice.or perhaps the scene as she paced providing food for me was accompanied by her adorable babbles'.ah,, again I fantasized about her.

nurain, can anti feel this heartbeat every time you remember your name? does anti miss ana too, when ana misses you so much? or just the opposite let alone miss, the name ana was never in the heart of anti?. astaghfirullah, again prejudice that is not necessarily the truth always arises in my mind.

drrrttt

drrrttt

suddenly my phone vibrated my daydream about her. turned out to be a call in, without waiting for long I immediately raised the call.

"assalamualaikum hafidz" said someone over there

"waalaikumsalam wr wb" I replied

"kaefa haluk?"

"Alhamdulillah"

"what, ana interrupts your time?"

"no, why call Ana? anything important?" ask Aisyah, who is currently my interlocutor by phone.

"no, ana just wants to know how you are. out of it ana WA never got a reply then it's a phone call directly"

"oh, yes Afwan. lately ana busy for exam preparation then her not too focused on ana's phone"

"well, ana understands, but maybe at least if only reply to the WA message will not take long according to ana"

"yes once again Afwan"

"I'ts okay nothing. but by the way after the exam said Auntie anta will go back to Indonesia first, is that so?"

"god willing, want it like that"

"kalo can you know, after S1 is finished what is the plan between fidz?"

"don't know yet, maybe continue your education"

"is there no plan for, um, getting married?" aisyah asked suddenly in a tone that sounded a little nervous.

"kalo for that I don't know yet" I answered with a small laugh to melt the atmosphere so as not to be awkward. because I know what Aisyah meant to ask that. she wanted to know how I felt about her, not that I was too confident just that Aisyah several times asked who the girl in my heart was. But I had never answered her openly, yet I had never answered her, because I was afraid my answer would make her heart hurt, because it turns out her feelings I can not reply. Maybe if the time is right I will say who the girl I like, I will say, and it's not Aisyah.I'm sorry aish, for this feeling.