Short Stories of Islamic Love
All Because of God

Cring.. kring.. kring. Reflex, I'll turn off that alarm immediately. Half-four o'clock. Immediately I woke up and read the prayer, after that immediately took water to purify myself all night prayers. I held my blue prayer rug, and immediately solemnly faced him. In the solemnity of my prostration, I left some prayers to the Creator. After the greeting I took the time to recite and recite the Quran while waiting for the dawn prayer to reverberate. Drrt.. There was a sound of vibration from my HP marked with an incoming SMS. I smiled reading it, apparently my best friend Lia needed a ride to go to school, because her motorcycle was sick again and was in the workshop. I reply with short, solid, clear letters. “Y”.

“Morning Abi, Umi..”.

“Beauty..” answer them simultaneously. I sat in the front seat of Umi. At first glance I see the table, my smile expands. “wah.. umi, thank you already masakin favorite food Zahra “.

“Iya zahra's.. Umi make your favorite food because Umi has not cooked this” for a long time. Yeah anyway.. Umi memamg has never cooked this for a long time, if not the last one might fit me in class 2 High School. Hmm. long time.

“Abi.. Umi's.. Zahra to leave first ya”.

“Iya, be careful on jalan”.Abi replied.

“Yang diligently learn!!” Umi added.

“Iya Umi”. I kiss Abi and Umi's hands. I am so grateful to have parents who love me. Like Abi and Umi. They always pay attention to me. I often ask for something and get filled. Understand that I am an only child.

“Zahra says goodbye, Assalamualaikum.”.

“Waalaikumsalam.

“Ya Allah Zahra. I almost want to go alone earlier”. Said Lia who was annoyed at me a moment after I came.

“He he he... sorry the road jammed anyway.!”

“Hmm. Let's leave for the hunt late.!!!”. Replied Lia who was still upset with me. Hmm. My best friend likes to snack. But, I am grateful to have a friend like Lia. Although he likes to snatch, but he is very kind and attentive. When I was sad Lia always comforted me, and I remember in tenth grade I forgot to do PR and I whined to Lia. Turns out Lia went straight to my house to teach me. That was late at night. And Lia had just returned from out of town.

Of course, when he arrived at the campus there were many students who had come. I parked my bike and together Lia and I ran to class.

“Alhamdulillah.. not late”.

“hu..iya Ra, Alhamdulillah”. Answer Lia.

“Lia, come with me to yuk library.!”

“Ngapain?

“Ya want to read the book Li. cook want ngamen”.

“Yes can only, you are short of money trus ngamen in the perpus is quite the result can be for both.”

“Hiii... Lia ngawur speaking!” ketus. While pinching Lia's waist.

“Aww..” shouted Lia. “Zahra.kok I pinched anyway.kan I was just kidding. Yes already, not so I anterin to his library”. replied Lia ketus.

“Lo... Why is that it..? I'm actually upset, but why are you the one who snags. Oh yes, I give it. Sorry about Lia. Don't sulk dong”.

“Ya let's go!”. Answer Lia briefly.

Fortunately, the atmosphere of the library was not too crowded. I walked down every shelf trying to research maybe there was a book I needed. And I took the books and brought them to the table.

“Ya Allah Zahra. Strong read it.?”. said Lia astonished to see me carrying so many books.

“Emang why?, can't you..? I really need”. Answer me in an annoyed tone. There are a lot of books that I bring, and I'm not sure I can read them either. But, that's okay, it's a stress-relief.

“Honey his brothers, dear friends. That's Lia..?”.my answer that directly cut off Lia's conversation. “Lia, until when the hell did you stop recognizing me as your guy. I don't want to love someone right now, I want to.”.

“Want to focus on your college, want to focus on how happy your parents are, and you want to focus on God. I-so. I understand that, Ra. But, ever since you knew Fahri, you've been different. You're not the Zahra I know. You are afraid to try to love someone again. Fahri also left you. I know you like Fahri. But, that's it, Ra. Lupain Fahri's. There are still many other men who are better than Fahri”, said Lia who immediately cut my conversation.

“Please Lia, stop. Don't talk about this anymore. Don't involve Fahri. And I'm not afraid to fall in love. I just want to improve myself, my attitude, my morality, I want to emigrate in the way of Allah. Yes, it is Lia. I'm going to class first. Assalamualaikum..”.

“Lo.. lo.. Iihh, kok left me anyway. Yes. cuddle up this child. Why do I also discuss that. Duh Lia. Last talked about it. Kapok”. Lia.

That afternoon my school hours were over. On the way to the parking lot I met Lia. “Lia, I'm sorry I couldn't get you home. You're having a sudden business”. My speech.

“...Zahra. Still angry with me, about that I talked about Fahri. Sorry Ra...”.

“Ngak Lia's. I'm not angry. Yes yes, I'll go first. Assalamualaikum”.

“Waalaikumsalam, beware Zahra...”. I just smiled and left.

I went straight to my favorite place. A place I used to come to comfort myself, to calm my heart, a place I could use to pour out all my grievances. Yes, Mosque.

Because I haven't prayed Dzuhur, so all of you. Take the water of the wudlu and immediately solemnly face God. Mention all the prayers in my last bow. And I poured out all my grievances on Him. I only believe in God as a place to give up all my troubles. After the prayer, I folded the mucena I had used to put it in the bag immediately. Suddenly, my eyes fell on one spot. Looking at a man who was also currently looking at me. Somehow the memory of a few years ago, as if now played back. I could not escape the tears, and now it began to flow. The man walked up to me. And why does it feel like my legs can't move, it feels like they're on a nail.

“Zahra..”. call Fahri. I was confused, my body was shaking.

“I want to talk to you”. Further.

“Sorry, I have to go home”. I answered, and left immediately. But my intention was hindered when Fahri suddenly touched my shoulder. I was shocked.

“I beg you, Ra. 5 minutes aja.”. pinta Fahri

“Alright..” replied. Fahri took me to the terrace of the mosque. But after a few minutes, not a word came out of Fahri's mouth. “Kalo emang no one is talking about I want to go home”. My speech.

“Don't Zahra..”.

“Eehh... Actually I want to talk about 5 years ago. Me...”.

“What..! I want to explain your departure at that time. You've made me sad enough, Fahri. You don't have to explain anything anymore. Enough 5 years I have continued to be friends with the quiet, the silence of the night, and the roar of tears, resisting longing. I've always wished the Power to bring you back and bring me to meet you at a wonderful time. To take off all my shady. And hope you'll keep your promise”. I answered that immediately cut off Fahri's conversation.

“Sorry... have been tormenting you with that feeling for 5 years now. But, I can't let you continue to misunderstand me, Ra”. Fahri replied, which immediately shocked me.

“Mistake understand..? what?”. My speech.

“5 years ago, when I said I was leaving. You get angry right away, you assume I don't love you anymore.You didn't give me a chance to talk. And then you go away with your anger. And I can't hold you back. Zahra, I know you're still mad at me, but my departure wasn't for leaving you. It's because I fight for you. I was ill at the time, and I had to go abroad for treatment. If you think I don't love you anymore, I won't be here for you, Ra. You have misjudged me”. I fell silent after hearing Fahri's explanation.

“Zahra, I love you because of God, there is no other woman I love besides you. Ra, there was a time when I lay weakly helpless, enduring excruciating pain. As if I would like to give up, but I remember my promise to you. The promise I made. And that's what kept me going, Ra. And by the permission of God, I am now back, Ra. And I want to keep my promise. I want to live with you in search of the pleasure of God. I want to guide you to his paradise. Wait 2 days to come, I and my parents will come to your house to propose to you”. Fahri. I couldn't help but cry after I listened to Fahri's explanation.

“Fahri, sorry I misjudged you. And also, I thank you. With your return, my longing has been avenged. And it has been changed into a prayer-bitan, which I will always pray that we will always be together until the appointed time of Him”. My speech.

“Zahra, our sacrifice is done, and my longing for you or your longing for me has been avenged. In this house of God, happiness comes to us. All this happens with God's permission. He has brought us back. Ra, we meet because of God and separate also because of Allah”. Fahri.

I don't know what to do, I'm so thankful for the happiness God has given me. Yep. This all happens with God's permission.