Short Stories of Islamic Love
Sama

“Love is a gift of God, from Him to man to man.”

The central birds chirp in the sacred building built in the mid-1987s. The new sun is crashing in the eastern horizon, starting their busy daily activities. Fitri is my name and I am waiting for Angle to worship at Maryam church near the city park. My family and the Angle family have been friends for a long time. We never look at the religion we belong to. Because we believe that there are only 2 good and evil.

After we finished the service, we went to the mall. Josh's lover Angel also came along, until at the mall we parted ways. I went to the bookstore, and they went around. I'm looking for a novel for my collection.

“Bruuk” a book fell on my head. “Aw” I rubbed my head. Someone ran towards me.

“Sorry, I didn't accidentally. You okay?” The man said worriedly.

“Oh... it's okay I'm good.”

“Em.. I'm cristian. You?”

“I Fitri”

From there we made friends, reminded each other, and shared with each other. Not infrequently we take each other to a place of worship. Angle is very happy, mom papa was also happy to know Cristian.

Almost 2 years we were together, we were busy with each other's activities. Cristian is busy with his office business, me and Angle are busy with our skipsri. We steal free time just to ask for news or take a walk in the park.

Either because I was together a lot or because I really, really, I started to like Cristian. Angle and my family warned, not forbade. And this week, he asked me to take him to church. I am happy as a flower. Too bad he's a typical person who's not good at revealing his feelings.

“Married to me, Fit..” I was shocked, he said so, indeed his attitude to me was very warm, not infrequently he gave me attention like a lover.

“A... what? can't be Ian. You know that my religion doesn't allow it”. Although I was happy to hear it, my faith refused.

“Move your faith..” He said doubt.

“Ian..?” I can't believe what was said.

“Are we not the same? you said that. As long as we don't hurt each other, you say we're the same. Fit... remind me when you told me that when I followed your faith”.

“At that time..you were just playing around, Ian. I don't want you to change because of me, I want you to change because of your heart.”

5 Years later

I work in a publishing house, Angle is in modeling and living in uncle sam's country, and the last word I heard was Cristian was in Dubai.

On Sunday, I invited my family members to eat out. Enjoy time together. When you feel hungry because you are tired of walking. Papa decided to eat at a restaurant.

“Ma... I'm going to the bookstore across from ya”. I said after performing the dhuhur prayer service at the mosque.

“Iya.. dear, cauti”.

A Bible fell out of someone's wheelchair when I came out of the shop next to the church.

“Sorry..” I said as I approached the couple. And how surprised I was then, when Burhan and aunt silvy were sitting in a wheelchair, they were Cristian's parents.

“Irsyaad!” Call aunt Silvy to someone who's walking closer. Everyone looked, that guy was Cristian. He looks different, he's more mature, more mature, and he carries a prayer mat. Could it…

“Pa, mom. Oh... om aunt how are you?” He shakes them all up.

“By-good. How about yourself? long time you did not play to rumah”. Answer Papa

“Good om. Hi... F.. Fit”

“H.. hi Ian” I'm nervous. Looking at it now, as if the burden on my shoulders, the tightness in my chest had disappeared.

“Om... may I speak..” Said Ian or Irsyaad his name now. Silent…

“Om, aunty.. I asked for the blessing to ask Fitri to be my wife.” His steady voice without a doubt broke the dinner.

The days that I spent longing for her, will now pass beautifully with her. We know that sincere love will lead us to be with Him in the end.