Pursuing Love Ustad
Rara Rahadi

Rara had just finished teaching, then stepped foot into the campus garden. Rara sat down and threw her ass on the park bench. He glanced at the park atmosphere that looked quiet and silent. His mind started to wander.

Initially Rara chose a teaching lecture as well because she followed the Fakhri bang. Rara tried hard in order to become a lecturer after graduating from college at this University also only because of the Fakhri bang. But for a long time and how hard Rara's efforts approached Fakhri. He always kept his distance from her. His attitude so far was no more than someone he had known as a child.

Bang Fakhri never even looked at her as a woman. Doesn't he realize how I feel about him. It feels impossible, even though I have even asked him to be my lover. Although the answer I received from an ustad is still the same, there is no term dating in Islam.

And Rara finally chose the easiest way, by being able to continue to be next to the Fakhri bang. Although not every time, but at least every day they will definitely meet at this campus. Suppose that bang Fakhri knew, Rara even willing to hijab just for the sake of Fakhri. Rara incarnated with a new look, as a lecturer beautiful soleha, soft-spoken, and polite.

Evidently not only the student line who praised him, but also the singles lecturers who were planning to approach him. It feels with a face that looks like a typical middle eastern descent, sharp-nosed, beautiful face and tiny lips, it is appropriate that the last banyk coveted Rara.

Not so with Fakhri. The man never looked at Rara. Rara had thought it could make her jealous, deliberately indulging in the affection of the fans on her campus. And in fact, all that is just an illusion Rara. Bang Fakhri was only a shadow to Rara.

Your owner

A heart I never had

Which is present as

Part of my life story

You I love

With all the feeling in the heart

I always try

Be as you ask

I know you actually know

But you choose as if you do not know

You're hiding my love

Behind the mask of your fake friendship

You made me a shadow lover

To accompany when you feel lonely

I've been following stories for years

Love itself

Maybe it's true

Love is no longer valuable

When you have no treasure

I know you actually know

But you choose as if you do not know

You're hiding my love

Behind the mask of your fake friendship

You made me a shadow lover

To accompany when you feel lonely

I've been following stories for years

Love itself

Love itself

O-ho ......

I know you actually know

But you choose as if you do not know

You're hiding my love

Behind the mask of your fake friendship

You made me a shadow lover

To accompany when you feel lonely

I've been following stories for years

Love itself

Love itself

For years, I've been running a story, my own love.

Rara sang her Shadow Lover song "Cakra Khan" which she heard through earphones that had been attached to her ears.

The song really pierced deep into Rara's heart. He felt the exact same feeling. His chest seemed to explode. It felt like Rara was getting tired, she had already arrived at a saturation point, which made her heart become wondering for itself. Should I end it?