My student, my husband
Two People Who Still Love

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What can be done by two people who want each other to come to the meeting, and now the Maha Rahman gives an opportunity. What can two hearts that are equally glued to longing without expression, and now stand before each other.

They could only look at each other, harboring an indiscernible sense of belonging. Not unable to tell each other, will feel haru with the presence of a meeting. But, because of all the languages, of all the vocabulary, no one can represent what they really feel.

So do not be asked, when the netra is both foggy clear water that is ready to plunge out. Because the heart is almost unable to accommodate taste, which cannot be represented in a word. Only a form of praise can possibly bring happiness.

Glory be to You, O God, who has given you the meeting.

- Najwa Aini

Netra Mirza and Najwa are framed with glass when accidentally a pair of windows of their hearts are linked to each other.

There is a sense that cannot be expressed with a series of words. There is a lump of longing that cannot be shed by hugging each other.

Both of them were silent without a word. Only a neutral gaze can inspire a sense that is still springing up and will never die.

"Ustaz Mirza-" Cantika said softly accompanied by a smile that grew.

He then swung a step, approaching Mirza who was still standing in the doorway, followed by Andrea who walked behind him.

"Assalamualaik." Mirza said a greeting while cupping both palms in front of the chest and without forgetting accompanied it with a smile.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, Ustaz." Andrea and Cantika returned the greetings with a compact. Just like Mirza, both of them cupped their palms in front of their chests.

"Syukron Ustaz, has fulfilled our invitation," said Cantika with a smooth and polite speech.

Mirza responded to Cantika's remark by nodding slowly and smiling faintly. "Afwan," he replied briefly without looking at the other person.

After the host and all the invited guests sat down, Anggit whom Andrea trusted to be the MC started greeting with his signature voice. He asked Najwa to come forward and read kalam love as an opening ceremony tasyakuran.

Najwa swung down his head, landed his weight and said hello before reading kalam kalam love.

Verse by verse melted to the heart of all who heard the voice of Najwa, not least the handsome young Mirza-ustaz who once adorned the days of Najwa Aini by becoming his priest.

Imperceptibly, a clear circle dripping from both corners of the netra Mirza and Najwa kala flashed a beautiful shadow as they recited the verses of love together in the middle of the night before the two embraced and united love.

A pair of Adam and Eve separated by the destiny of love that pronounce istighfar in the heart. They ask God for forgiveness for the feelings and memories that do not necessarily fill the space of thought.

After saying his greetings, Najwa swung in haste. He walked to the garden behind the house to shed tears of sorrow.

Mirza was only able to stare at the back of his ex-wife with a sad look. He has absolutely no power to pursue women who are still loved because they are no longer bound in halal ties.

"Mas, I caught up with Naj first huh." Cantika whispered while asking Andrea for permission to follow Najwa and Andrea also allowed it.

He then moved from a sitting position, then took his steps to catch up with Najwa who had reached the back garden.

Naj, be patient and rest assured that your love will be reunited one day - whisper the Cantika heart on the sidelines of the step.

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Sorry if there is a wrong word and scattered typo.

Thank you and much love for the brothers who are still faithfully guarding the story of 'Muridku, Imamku'. 😘🙏