Short Stories of Islamic Love
Unexpected

The sun was back in attendance, leaving her smile cheerfully greeting the earth. Rising and rising along with the dawn shade in the eastern horizon that hastened to disappear.

I entered the school along with several other students. The pace filled the school gate that since thirty minutes ago has been wide open waiting for the presence of students who are not discouraged to study. canaries chirping dance here and there while enjoying the cool of the morning. The peaceful aroma of the trees growing green rose as if to complement the cool of the morning.

I walked down the tenth-grade corridor and stopped right at a classroom where the top of the door was emblazoned with the Roman numeral ten combined with the alphabet A. The toska backpack on my shoulder I put on the bench. In the classroom, I found many students busy chatting with occasional booming laughter filled the class of silent breakers this morning.

“Afaf!” someone called right beside me, startling me when I was just about to continue reading a novel.

“Yaa Allah.. Rit, you want to make me a hanger?” I grumbled with the sudden presence of Rita.

“Sorry. Send me to the canteen dong.”

“Cantin? It's still seven Ritaa.. You don't have breakfast anymore?” My eyes were still on the novel I was reading.

“Lazy breakfast at home.. Asking at school. Yukk!” Without warning, Rita pulled my hand forcing me to follow her. It always is.

Rita and I knew each other a few months ago. When we were appointed by the MOS committee to be a couple (friends) in charge of recording all senior names in the eleventh and twelfth grades at MOS a few months before. Our recent meeting made us friends. We are even in class, so are we.

“En 5 minutes only Ta.. a few minutes more bell in.” I commemorate Rita who was just about to eat the sandwich she ordered.

“You are yes.. It also just wanted to eat kok.” Rita put the sandwich back in her bite. While I was still busy glaring at the novel that had stopped reading it.

“Duh Taa.. I went to the toilet first yes want BAK.” My pampit then moved without caring for Rita's reply.

BRUK!

I just got out of WC school, accidentally bumped into someone who happened to be passing by the wc corridor.

“Eh sorry, sorry.” I said worriedly to someone who knows who it is. Nabrak who am I?

“You're okay?” with a hoarse voice the man asked. Guys? I was wide-eyed when I heard the typical hoarse voice of the young man and had a glance at the shoes he was wearing.

“Eng? W-W-I'm okay. Brother?” I nervously answered her while glancing at the signboard and the class on the right chest of her uniform, but I didn't really notice her name was just focused on her class, XI IPA.

“Ma-Ma-Af yes sis..” Mumbled again. And still with nervousness, I couldn't look back at him anymore. My head could only bow because of the nervousness that must have been clearly drawn on my face.

“I was wrong. Sorry yes.and next time, be careful deck. See you!” It passed.

DEG!

“apa? Why is my heart so wide? I don't usually feel like this. Usually my meetings with seniors have a casual effect. But this time it was different. Is it possible I.. ah, not maybe.”

“Once again sorry yes Faf I left you earlier.” Rita said with her guilt.

this time Rita and I were enjoying the coolness of the school garden. Two glasses of lemon juice complements a garden filled with shady trees.

“You should have followed me to wc Taa.”. Somehow I felt annoyed Rita went back to class without waiting for me to come back from school.

“Ya.. bel has already sounded. There are some teachers who see me still hanging out in the cafeteria, can get angry right me,”

“Yes has passed. Even though you are upset so until tomorrow it will not happen again.”

“Eh, Faf?! Are you smiling like that?” rita called out at once to look at me who at that time she found I did not pay attention to the reason and was busy smiling.

“You didn't hear me talking?!” any more. Rita called out, this time stronger towards my left ear. Fortunately, my ears are made by God. Try it made in China may have been damaged since the beginning of the acquaintance with Rita.

I closed my ears with both hands, “Denger kok.. danger” I tried to eliminate his suspicions about me who had previously smelled a smile. “Why? What a.. huf! No-no.” Me.

“You why smile Faf?” And it turns out Rita was a real close friend of mine. The proof is that he is still curious about my behavior which is (maybe) difficult to understand.

“Do not..” Rita circulates a glance around the park that every few meters there are tall shade trees.

“You possessed??!” guess it. He screamed again, shifting himself a little away from me.

I dodged, “What the hell? You are rit. haha”

“Finished.. you smile yourself so..”

“Trus? Why are you smiling like that. Wonder me..” curious rita is still not dead.

“Nothing kok” I laughed a little while sipping lemon juice is still full.

rita murmured in disbelief, “You lied right? We have been friends for a long time. Yes not long too anyway.at least you story kek.” Further.

“Ya. Earlier...” I was silent. Not continuing the sentence I was just about to say. My gaze was fixed on the figure who was walking towards me and Rita was sitting down. Rita followed my direction. He looked at her who was getting closer.

“You were the one I accidentally hit, right?” tanyanya started with her distinctive raspy voice.

“D-Di-He? My feelings are broken. What's kok?”

“Hey! The one asked was daydreaming?” he shook his hands in front of my face. Makes me come back from daydreaming. Why else me?

“Eh, eng? I-Yes kak.” I answered nervously. Again the nervousness was present.

“A-What's up. Brother?” Still nervous, I tried to ask him about his arrival.

“This.. earlier you forgot.” He's handing out a book? the chocolate-covered novel to me.

“Eh? Oh God! Ko-Kok can I forget ya?”

I smiled at him who was walking back to us.

He passed away leaving me and rita who... eh? he smiled mischievously with raised eyebrows, what mean?

“Ohh.. I now know Faf. Really understand.” Rita nodded her head looking at me with narrowed eyes.

“A-Appaan anyway!” I said indifferently, then grabbed a glass of lemon juice and went back to sipping it until it ran aground.

“Do not hide the red cheeks, I understand sis! We'll both girls” elak rita by winking her left eye.

“Ceritalah.” Pinta rita weld. Lah?

“he said he already knows. Already understand.”

“hm.. still in doubt. Scant. You should tell me now. Come dong..” now rita smiles widely flaunting her fenced white teeth, braided teeth.

Teeeet! The teeeet!

the bell sign of the end of the break rang. I smiled freely, Rita sighed disappointedly.

“have I fallen in heart at first sight? He's a big brother of the class.. Seniors. What is Afaf? wh why? Is it because of the charming smile that froze you? Is there a smile that is frozen? Ahh. nah-no. only there is a strange gurgle that fit directly, there is another sense when he is near me. Ohhhh. afaf! during Junior High you have learned, if you think of the opposite sex that is not mahram is the same as zina. Yes, zina of the heart. Conscious faf...conscious!! You are a Moslim, you can’t violate the rules of Allah. your God!” I used to self-destruct by chattering alone in my room when I got home half an hour ago.

Ting!

the notification line took my mind off. Immediately I unlocked my hp.

Rita Cania: Assalaamu’alaykum afaf gorgeous

Madeena Afaf: Wa’alaikumussalaam. Di mode

rita cania: yang

madeena afaf: quibble?

rita cania: the curse of the afaf princess

afaf madeena: as long as you want aja muji mulu the mother

rita cania: yee. praised instead mocking praise behind the cake.

afaf madeena: ogah sy nek

rita cania: wah lah lah luh lu. No children yet kira2 dong if you want to call me grandma

afaf madeena: let alone the child, the prospective priest has not yet arrived sist wkwkwk

rita cania: uh, when did you have a child but no one wanted to? Sometimes 2 you have it too

afaf madeena: when was I wrong?

rita cania: yes

afaf madeena: yes?

rita cania: MISBEHAVI PAS ADA KAKEL DISAPPOINTED

rita cania: do not blush her cheeks

madeena afaf: n't koq

rita cania: yes. Td I saw. L a n g u n g

afaf madeena: ah already! So I thought a's

rita cania: syp mbak's thoughts?

afa madeena: same mind mas2 meatballs on the sidewalk!

afaf madeena: wear it again

rita cania: wkwkwk peace!

afaf Madeena: I'm not going to talk

rita cania: scr ga. It was ;p

madeena afaf: zebel deh x_x

rita cania: udh first yay friend. Don't be sebel2 later kakel kece shuka. I do’ain you guys feel the same way deh:) luph

rita cania: wassalaamu’alaikum

afaf madeena: jgn girik2 deh rit

afaf madeena: wa’alaikumussalaam warahmatullaah

I smiled thinly read the contents of chat rita before closing with greetings, “kou kok know the hell I feel? But everything is just taste. And it's temporary. Do you know the heart? All taste can be felt, but it is not entirely his will with that taste. God has the power to change it and even eliminate it whenever He wants. And sometimes, the taste can change because the circumstances and atmosphere are no longer the same. But why not with me?” I felt the circles running down my cheeks. Walk up to the end of my chin, then drip. This time I remembered something else. Mind nostalgic. About something. Far back there. Memories. Be with him. Long ago.