My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Love Letter to the Angel Part 3

uh, that's Maryam nur" said Asyila pointing towards the chair near the fish pond, as we walked about to head towards the hall to continue searching for the whereabouts of maryam

"that's it, she's alone again" I said as I looked at Maryam sitting by herself staring straight at the pool

"samperin yuk" said Ashila, and we immediately approached Maryam.

"assalamualaikum" I said and assyila along with a deliberately hardened voice

"wa__wa'alaikumsalam" replied assyila in surprise

"however anti, why here neng alone later there will be a new passing nyaho you know.we from now on fun tau here" assyila sat beside Maryam while embracing her shoulder

"yes, what's going on here? still wearing uniforms again, why not pray duhur?" much

"no more obstacles, no more obstacles" answered Maryam while glancing at me at a glance

"definitely haven't eaten yet?" ask me again, and Maryam just shook her head in response to my question

"nih, we brought it from the kitchen. Afwan well we eat him first. about his fit was nyamper to the room anti, said his anti is still in the class Iam. uh, fitting diaperin to his class already no, his anti is still in class Iam, sampe muterin hut nyari people whose word is still in class tau nyangkut here" said assyila explained

"masa?? o Allah, so it does not taste good ana. anyways you are much better until muterin hut for nyari ana.emang you think ana run away so be sought after all. but by the way Syukron yes has been brought food.ana so it is not good with you guys" said Maryam with a grinning smile

"tumben is not good, usually straight aja tuh" I said with a guyon tone, but Maryam only responded with a smile while starting to put food into his body

"hunger Iam? Ampe as soon as he ate" the turn of the assyila who asked because it might be surprising to see Maryam who ate with her voraciously, as well as I felt astonished

"hehe, laper is also his name" Maryam replied

"it's weird, you know why laper instead of going to the kitchen instead of coming here?" I said commenting. Maryam did not answer and was still cool with continuing to feed food into her mouth.I and Asyila did not ask much more to let Maryam finish her food first.

"Alhamdulillah, very Syukron well you are always the most concerned" said Maryam when finished eating

"but we don't bring water, Iam, forget" said I who just realized that Maryam should drink after eating

"no papa, in her rich ana bag there is still a little" Maryam opened her bag, and sure enough there is still leftover drinking water that she always carries if going to the madrasah.

"but by the way anti why the hell Iam, ko today is very strange" Asyila began to ask the same thing I wanted to ask Maryam

"strange why ana?"

"well, it's strange that it's not unusual to go home with us, not, not usually cringed about the last exam to finish his unusual and anti-return from the madrasah instead of going to this dormitory even wandering here to no more activities" asked asyila nyerocos, who was not involved in the study, I just kept quiet hearing

"it's not strange, it just so happens that ana again wants to be rich that way" Maryam's answer that I think is less reasonable.I observe Maryam's face carefully, I observe Maryam's face, because according to my instinct there is something that Maryam hides from me and assyila

"anti ko ngeliatin ana is it nur?" ask Maryam who might be intimidated by my gaze

"euummm, anti-fake no more, right?" askaku full of search

"what lie? yes, I am rich for that reason"

"and not hiding anything from us again, right?" ask me again to make sure, because I was hesitant with Maryam's answer. I'm sure there's something Maryam is covering up.

"what the hell is it, people have nothing to hide from you" Maryam replied by taking her eyes off me

"okalah if it does not want to say the same to us, maybe we are not people who can be trusted nur then his word our friend does not want to open with us" now Ashila is commenting by saying something that I'm sure will make Mary want to be open to us. Not that we want to know her privacy or want to interfere with Maryam, she said, It's just that I and I try to be attentive and care if Maryam is having problems, or one of us has problems then Maryam's attitude will be the same as ours.

"that's dong from earlier bestie! yeah, well, what's the story with us now?" I asked Mary, but instead of answering Maryam took a book out of her bag, she opened it and handed it to us.

me and Asyila looked at each other not yet understood what the book was given to us. without asking any more me and Asyila took the book from the hands of Maryam,,,

"Who is this from?" ask me and Ashila when they see a pink paper already open behind the plastic cover in Maryam's book

"ssstttt, don't be loud later anyone will hear.have you read it, and want to read it while holding a book if anyone sees unsuspecting" said Maryam explained.well, I'm sure,, we understand Maryam's intentions like that so as not to cause slander that can lead to punishment and prejudice, as I experienced before. Me and Asyila were not much asked anymore, he said, and focus on writing neatly arranged in that pink paper.

A Love Letter to the Angel of Paradise

O you who are glorified by Allah

greetings from my servant Allah who always waits patiently for this day

waiting three months feels like so long, but this is not comparable to my wait before her who always asked God for guidance to give me a clue who will be my life friend

after I got the answer through a dream that God willingly is a guide from God,

this heart is not calm but quite the opposite

I was tested again with a wait that required me to be more patient

god willing, I am willing to live it

it is true what is said that to get something nice and beautiful is not easy

it takes patience and determination to get it

in the first and second letters I wrote,

I once said that I would come to you by asking you directly to your parents

but I feel like I'm being selfish for not letting you know who I am first

and I also want to apologize, because the writing I made before has caused a lot of prejudice, because,

for whom and from whom

so at this time I want to say that this letter I wrote is for the angel who lives in the garden of heaven

to the angel who always smiled softly at everyone he met, and

to the angel I have always waited for in happiness

greetings, O thou whom I call the angel of the garden of heaven, and

greetings, O you who are called Maryam Azzulfa,,

from me

of God's sinful servant