My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
His name is Yasmin

POV Gus hafidz

tonight I was busy tidying up the items I wanted to bring back to Indonesia for a few days, because the final exam was just finished and Alhamdulillah all went well. just waiting for the value to come out and so on has it I finished finishing my S1 in Turkey.

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The sound of my phone vibrating, I stopped it while it was in order to see who was calling, as it turned out,,,

"assalamualaikum umma" my greetings to umma there

"waalaikumsalam wr wb, how do you want tomorrow to go to Indonesia?" tanya umma there who already knows that tomorrow I will return to Indonesia.

"insyaallah umma, this is hafidz again sorting out the goods for departure tomorrow" I said with enthusiasm

"the spirit sounds right" said umma who seemed to know what I was feeling

"definitely umma, will tomorrow hafidz want to see the same Babah, umma, also the same ade-ade hafidz"

"sure it's just that?" tanya umma who again knows the reason I am so excited to return to Indonesia

"god willing" I replied a little embarrassed

"it's good if the boy still does not want to open, umma will not force, but after later you are here many who want to umma ask hafidz"

"about what umma?" ask me curious

"there deh, umma do not want to tell now let the eldest umma child is curious. have already yes assalamualaikum"

"but umma,, waalaikumsalam" the phone connection was cut off and umma managed to make me curious. ah,,, can aja umma do that. actually I know if umma just want to reply me who still not really open about nurain against him.

by the way, what is anti-nurain doing now? tomorrow I return to the cottage, will I see you immediately? ah, God, this longing is torturing my heart.

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this morning I have prepared everything, starting from the suitcase to be brought, the apartment is neat and cleaned, I have taken a shower and stayed breakfast. bismillirrahmanirrahim may Allah send forth all.

"lho, does Zul have his face pale?" I asked Zulham when I came out of the apartment, and it just so happened that his apartment was next to mine.

"help me fidz, my stomach hurts so much" she said with a hand holding her stomach as she held back the pain

"let me take you to the hospital instead of Zul"

"no need, I just need a break. Please open the door of my apartment is his password" he said by calling the pin to open his door, but I saw his pain as severe because his face was getting pale

"the wealth is not enough just rest, let me wait to the hospital alone"

"no need to fidz, really"

"don't argue anymore, wait a minute yes I take the car keys first" then with a little rush I went back inside to pick up the car keys in the one in my room

"here, let me papah" finally Zulham agreed to be taken to the hospital.

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"how do you think my friend is sick?" I asked when I saw the doctor coming out of the examination room

"do you have any family friends who can come here? because your friend has to be operated on in about an hour and I need approval from the family"

"what's my friend sick, Doc?"

"your friend has appendicitis, so he feels pain in the abdomen which is incredible"

"alright then, you can come to my room now"

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at 11:00 Turkish time, I just got out of the hospital after making sure my friend Zulham was completely fine. Thank God the operation is smooth and I have also contacted his family in Indonesia.

I sat for a while on a chair outside, just to tell my family in Indonesia that today I am not leaving.

{assalamualaikum umma,, Afwan hafidz is not going to Indonesia today, because you have to go to the hospital,}

Yardim Edin,,,,, the,,,

Please,,,, please,,,

suddenly I heard the voice of someone asking for help, I ran trying to find the origin of the sound.and right in front of the hospital there was a woman trying to pull out her hand which was pinched by the iron grill.

"god, why did your hand get in here" asked me when it was right in front of him

"my phone fell off, and I tried to take it" he explained as he lowered his head trying to get his hand out

"can you help me get my hands out of here?" he asked while raising his face towards me, at first glance I was stunned because of the beauty that God gave to his face.

"i better call the experts first so that it is easy to remove your hands and your hands will not be injured"

"no need, you better help me any way because if you have to wait for experts will eat a long time and I am not strong because my back is very sore" her words with a face

"well I'll try" then I try to stretch the iron grill to stretch a little because the iron happens to be broken that's why his hand can get stuck

"Alhamdulillah, finally your hand can come out" I said as I managed to pull out his hand

"thank you for helping me, oh my name is Yasmin I am from Indonesia" he said, extending his hand

"same, I hafidz" with no replying to his hand

"oh, I'm sorry, you're a devout Muslim" he said, pulling back his hand

"it's okay, I'm just trying to take care of each other. are you Muslim?" I asked him convincingly about his religion, because I did not see a necklace of crosses around his neck

"yes, I'm a Muslim, just," he did not continue

"it's okay you don't have to tell me, it looks like your hand is bleeding is it necessary to go to the hospital to treat it first?" ask me when I see her hand a little torn

"it seems so, but then let me be alone"

"well then, I'm sorry first.hopefully his hands quickly healed.excuse me assalamualaikum" I also walked away from him

"wait," he stopped me, and I turned back

"what, are you uncomfortable seeing me?" ask him suddenly

"does she mean?"

"well, because I don't think a Muslim should wear a cover on his head?" I smiled at her innocent question.

"maybe you mean hijab?"

"well, that's what I mean. I'm sorry if I'm sassy, but I think by using hijab then the beauty of women will not be seen"

"in my opinion on the contrary, with a hijab a woman will look more beautiful and with niqob female beauty will be more radiated and awake.maybe that is what I can answer for your doubts" then I passed by leaving the woman named Yasmin strange, whether she was not taught by her parents, or if she was wrong in getting along,, but when viewed from his words he is a good person and also innocent.may Allah provide guidance in his view of Islam.