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Not without reason Ayla immediately moved away when she knew the figure that had troubled her heart was in front of her. He quickly cleaned up the tray of food that he had just touched. He chose to step back into his class waiting for the next lesson to be filled none other than by his brother. Seeing the calm face of the brother made the girl sitting between the rows of student seats to sing her smile. Her heart warmed to see that smile rise on the handsome face of the man she had grown up with since childhood. How proud he felt to have a figure who was standing upright in front of the pulpit there.

“Dek.”

Ayla turned her head when the voice that used to call her by that name sounded to her ears.

“We eat yuk,” invite Faisal when they have finished their class.

“So you want to make Ayla fat? Ayla just had lunch before entering class,” protested to her sister.

“No, I know you are not eating. Udah follow brother,” said Faisal who immediately put his steps first.

“No, Brother. Ayla can't do it today. Ayla has an appointment.” His refusal instantly stopped Faisal's steps.

“Whose name? You are no longer shy away from Big Brother, right?” investigate Faisal who immediately found the ring from his interlocutor.

“It’s a secret. Relax, Ayla does not want a macem. Bye, Ayla first.” The girl immediately took her steps away without waiting for an answer from Faisal who was still pecking with a frown in place.His smile printed realized the sister who seemed to have returned cheerful as before.

The choco brown-coated girl let out a long sigh with several grocery bags that looked quite troublesome in both hands. It had been more than an hour the girl walked to every food court in Istinye Park which is very spacious. Sorting out some types of food that he was looking for was quite tiring. Fortunately today he did not wear heels as usual which would definitely make his legs hurt from traveling around a place this wide.

Feeling quite well with what he bought, the girl came out of Istinye Park with a cheerful face. Shadows by him the happy faces of children who welcome his arrival at the orphanage he will visit. It was there that he was promised to meet a middle-aged woman his mother's age who a few days ago he met while at the Blue Mosque, Mrs Khadija. Yes, he did live in the orphanage and became one of the administrators there.

From what Ayla heard, Mrs Khadija was indeed living a kara. Her husband had already met the creator, and he was also not blessed with children from his marriage. Since the departure of her late husband, Mrs Khadija did not intend to marry again. For her, there is no second love when all her love has been together with her husband's body.

That's why until now he chose to devote himself to a social foundation that takes care of children who are separated from their families, or indeed never know their origins since birth into the world.

Ayla immediately stepped on her gas pedal with a smile that had since expanded. He did not want to be late, he even felt impatient to meet a figure who felt to be a comfortable place to lean, even when the comfort was not found in his home.

It only took about twenty minutes until the car Ayla drove crept slowly in a beautiful yard filled with children of various ages engrossed in their respective activities.

Madam Khadija who realized Ayla's presence immediately rose and welcomed her. Unexpectedly the girl who a few days ago met him turned out to keep the promise to mine here.

Some children also run around following the steps of Mrs Khadija and scramble to greet Ayla with a cheerful face. The children cheered more and more as Ayla showed what she was carrying and evenly divided all the children there. Ayla's heart warmed to witness the bliss clearly imprinted on every child's face receiving her food. It turned out to be as simple as it was looking for happiness in this place.

“Kids .. You guys continue learning first yes. I want to accompany this beautiful sister to chat first,” said Mrs Khadija who was immediately embraced obediently by the children there.

Away from the crowd of children, Mrs Khadija invites Ayla to tour the parlour while talking.

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Again Ayla just stepped on her home page when the sun had changed tasks with the moon. The magnificent house like a palace looked as quiet as ever. There were only a few bodyguards standing guard in front of the gate and other workers busy with their respective duties. While from the end of the road, someone turned back the steering wheel so as to make sure the car that Ayla was driving successfully entered the gate.

Ayla guessed that her parents would not have returned. It was no longer something strange for Ayla who was used to making lonely friends. Her grandmother had been living with her aunt for a long time, adding to the frequency of her loneliness in the house. Back when her older brother was still living there, Ayla could at least still feel a bit of family warmth. But now there is no more reason that makes him feel at home in a magnificent building that is now his foothold.

Staring straight ahead, Ayla further accelerated her pace up the stairs that led her to the room. The only comfortable place of the breadth of the building that became his residence.

While waiting for the adhan isya to reverberate, Ayla pondered the sentence that Mrs Khadija said.

“Try to reflect, have you had a good relationship with your parents? No matter how bad your parents are, it's not justification for you to hate them. Have you ever asked, what is the reason for bringing them to such an indifference to you? No parent wants grief for their child. Remember, you can stand here right now on behalf of your parents who have brought you into the world. Ridallahi fii ridha walidain.”

Ayla was speechless, was her attitude wrong all this time that always ignored her parents? Didn't they create the distance between themselves first?.

Mrs Khadija sits herself in an old-looking garden chair. His eyes were straight ahead, no matter what he looked at.

“Try to remember too, is there a heart that may be hurt by your speech and deeds, as well as an obligation as a Muslimah that you have not fulfilled? Fulfill God first, then He will fulfill what you want.”

Ayla took her steps towards the makeup mirror that was displayed in the corner of the room, observing her reflection clearly from the tip of her foot to her head.

“I am a Muslim, but my appearance does not show my identity as a Muslim.” It touched its beautiful long mane unraveled with a nimble look.

‘Fill first God wants, then He will fulfill what you want’

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