Short Stories of Islamic Love
Destiny Never Lies

The night of August was so bright, the star-studded sky glazed over. So bright, that Nadia who sat pensively looking at him was smiling happily. His hands were dancing on paper. Poetry, that's his hand dance. He again imagined his meeting with Alwan, the son of an ustad who had shaken his heart. Upset and hate that is the feeling that Nadia is feeling now.

Last afternoon when Nadia and Lia were walking back to her class they accidentally met Arif, she hit Nadia. The book he brought fell. Nadia looked at him angrily, not because of his book, but because of Arif, Yesterday he had to make and rewrite twice the task he had made because the task was eliminated by Arif, he also often makes himself scolded all-out by his grandfather who is a kyai in the boarding house. Coupled with Arif's previous attitude that often made him angry and almost expelled from the pesantren. Nadia pulled him to the mading management room, Nadia there because she was the manager of mading, the atmosphere was quiet only there was Ani who observed Nadia with worry. He knew what Nadia would do. Lia ran out of nowhere. Nadia clenched her hand to hit Arif, she was no longer able to be patient.

“Dia, don't fight!” Ani held Nadia's hand, trying to break up. Nadia easily let go. Nadia moved away when a hand pulled her firmly. Nadia let go, she looked at the person who pulled her angrily.

“Sorry Ukhti,” said the calm-faced, eagle-eyed man. “Maybe you won't be expelled from the pesantren if you do, but my brother will be expelled if you start it” Alwan, he continued. Nadia did not answer, she thought about her actions.

“Ukhti is here to improve Ukhti properties right? Ukhti's father entrusted Ukhti to Kyai who was Ukhti's grandfather for that reason,” Alwan looked at Nadia who was unable to speak, he smiled. During this time Nadia thought she was in the boarding school just to get an education.

Nadia was upset, repeatedly she lost during a debate with Alwan. They also often compete in terms of achievement and martial arts. His imagination came to a halt when Lia called out to him.

“He does not daydream, come here!” said Lia asked Nadia to join him and other students who were discussing the latest info.

Nadia was busy with her paper. He repeatedly deleted his writings, but he was not satisfied with the results of the answers he got. He plays the eraser in his hand, this is his habit when he is lazy, he throws up. He threw too far away and eventually fell under the teacher's desk. He panicked, he looked for another eraser in his bag, nothing. Labels, also not found. He did not dare to borrow from his friend because his repeat supervisor was notoriously fierce. Once the problem is answered, Nadia cut the paper in her book and then paste it in the writing that she will delete on the paper.

“Completed,” he said softly.

Quietly the man who is much adored santri princess was watching Nadia's behavior. Alwan smiled seeing it.

“So it's hard huh?” ask Lia when the replay is over. Nadia did not answer, she just smiled.

“Ukhti..” call a man from a distance.

“Ukhti,” now the voice is getting clearer, the person calling is behind Nadia.

“Call is not clear, say the name or what it is,” Nadia commented.

Alwan smiled hearing Nadia's words. “Ukhti.. Nadia Nuril Anisa,” her smile is still perched on her lips. Nadia was surprised, she was curious about the person who called her full name, spontaneously her eyes met with Alwan, Nadia beristighfar in her mind, she immediately lowered her head.

Alwan handed him an eraser, on which was Nadia's name.

The end of the school year, it means Nadia and other students will leave the boarding school they love so much.

“We will not argue anymore Alwan” muttered Nadia in heart. He did hate the man of the santri, but in his heart the deepest there is his name, “Muhammad Alwan”.

Nadia and Lia are about to leave her room when a letter gets in her way. Lia took it.

“For Nadia,” Lia read it, then handed it to Nadia. “Maybe from your secret fans,” she continued, Lia smiled saying it. Nadia did not tease him, he opened the letter that turned out from Alwan, Nadia smiled. Lia came closer wanting to read it, Nadia moved away, leaving behind the spoiled Lia. The writing is so beautiful, the letter is short, the content is, the,

To Nadia, though,

Like, a breath I think I can't touch

Like time passed without saying

Like a cloud that cries without ever making a sound.

Like that, the heart paintings are stored yet exist.

A taste that cannot be expressed in words.

Who is waiting for you,

Muhammad Alwan

Nadia could not hide her happiness. Someone who had been teaching him about life turned out to give his heart as well. Lia snatched the letter, she read it and smiled. “You should reply to him!” girang.

Nadia finally decided to reply to her letter that afternoon. He sent it through Lia.