Short Stories of Islamic Love
Love Two Strands Tasbih

“Ariphah... hiks hiks.” Suddenly Sinta, my best friend hugged me. He sobbed in my arms. I don't know why he's like this.

“What's Sinta? Why are you crying like this? If you have a problem, tell me.” I returned his embrace and tried to calm him down.

“Arifah, Dion is very evil with me.” The harder she cried and the more confused I became.

“Quiet first Sinta, calm.” I stroked Sinta's back. Just heard the sound of her sobs. A while later, I heard her crying subside. I let go of his embrace and clasped his hand.

“Do you feel calmer now?” I asked to look into his eyes. He just nodded his head. He slowly wiped away the tears that flooded his cheeks.

“Then, tell me, what's your problem with Dion? Why did you say he was bad? Didn't you say you were happy with her? I asked after Sinta looked calmer.

“It turns out, he just made me the betting material, Direction. I heard the same conversation with the gang. I didn't think he was that bad.” He came back crying.

“Astaghfirullah, be Sinta, you don't have to cry for her. It's no use.” I gently advised him.

“Arifah, it turns out that loe is right. Dating can only make us hurt at the end. I'm sorry because all this time I never want to hear the talk loe. I'm nyesel. I promise, I won't be dating again. I will deket the same someone who is already halal for me, I promise.” He hugged me back. I smiled at his promise.

“Sinta, already. You don't have to apologize to me, because you never did anything wrong with me. I am very grateful because now you have realized, that the courtship is not in luck.” I said softly, slowly I let go of her embrace.

“Already, now you remove your tears. Because your tears are too precious if you drop only for men like him.” I wiped the tears on her cheek.

“Still Direction, loe emang my best friend.” A sweet smile also filled her lips.

“Ahaha, loe emang great, man. Pinter really loe make a girl submissive loe. Nih, as our promise, the latest model hp is in the grasp of loe.” Said Fandi, my gangmate. I also received the results of the bet.

“Yes, who is the girl I can't conquer, huh?” I said bragging. My friends just laughed at my words.

“OK, if you feel great loe, I challenge you to naklukin his best friend Sinta, Arifah.” Challenge Irvan to me.

“OK, I'm jabanin. Look, there is not a month, he will fall over me, hahaha.”

“Emang loe already know who Arifah is?” Ask Rito.

“Belom, which one is he?” My toot.

“This time, I'm sure you'll be hard naklukin him, man. In this way, she is a child of ROHIS, her headscarf is like a mukena. That's very big, man. Trus, which I was horrified, he was the same anti-great name dating.” Obviously Fandi.

“If you succeed naklukin him, my favorite new motorbike will be yours deh. I mah, can ask again same bokap I.” Said Irvan who was the most famous in my school. His father was a director at an automotive company.

“Seriously, bro? New motor you bought last week?” I don't believe it.

“Yes yes, I'm serious.” Rigorously. My friends laughed again. I don't know what's funny that makes them laugh. But I don't want to care about it.

‘Bruukkk’

I hit a male student. I then lowered my gaze.

“Maaf” Saying I'm clean. I continued my steps towards the mosque. But just a few steps, he called me.

“Wait, loe Arifah, right?” the half yelled. I turned my body.

‘Dion?’ I said in my heart.

“I yes, what is it?” I asked while still lowering my head.

“Loe, how do you talk to people, anyway? What can you see on the ground?” He asked half mockingly.

“Oh, so. I want to learn religion just like you. Want to teach me about religion?” The question that made me flinch.

“Hah? Why are you asking me to teach you? Why don't you ask ustadz to teach you about religion?” My toot.

“Well, I want to be taught the same loe. I want... hij.... hij...... what is his name? I forgot?” His word.

“You mean hijrah?” My words fix.

“Well, the. Msak loe does not want to help people who are hijrah si?” Ask. I took a long breath.

“Yes already, God willing I will help you. But I'll take Sinta too. It is not good if there are both opposite sex. Later the three are satan.” My teachings.

“Oke, you can take Sinta.” I caught a glimpse of her expression changing when I mentioned Sinta's name. Little grim.

“Alright, excuse me, I'm in a hurry. I continued my steps towards the mosque for the dhuha prayer.

“Wah, it turned out to be exactly what Fandi said. It's alim's real man. Wiggling at a guy's face he doesn't want to. How about a date? Fortunately, my brain is pinter. I pretended to study religion. But how does he use Sinta all of them? Do you know if he's the victim of my bet? Argh... But no papa, for the sake of the motor.” I nyerocos myself headed to the cafeteria to meet my gang who had been there.

‘Drrttt’ when my hp breaks vibrate sign of incoming message.

“Arifah, I'm Dion, go home later, you can not, start teaching me about religion?”

That's the content of the message.

“Insyaallah, you got my hp number from where” I replied to a message from him. After a few minutes he replied to my text.

“It doesn't matter. Anyway I'm waiting for you at the pink cafe, back home school. “Why at the cafe? my thinking. I also texted him.

“Sorry, wouldn't it be better in the school mosque?” I am waiting for a reply from him. There was not a minute, and my heart was shaking.

“OK deh, it's up to you aja.” That's how it was from the sms.

I immediately met Sinta who was sitting alone in front of the class, to invite her.

“Assalamualaikum, Sinta.” I say hi.

“Waalaikumussalam, Arifah” he also answered my greetings.

“Emm, Sinta. So gini, the first break earlier, I accidentally collided with Dion. And at that time, he said that he wanted to study religion with me. Well, you want to not, nemenin I made him teach him religion?” I asked Sinta. He looked surprised.

“Hah, he asked to be taught the same religion loe? Careful, don't-don't, she wants it again. Trus, lest loe also be made the same betting material he. No ah, I don't want”

“Sinta, we can't su’uzon the same person. Who knows, he wants to change. Do you have a grudge, just like him?” many guessed. He breathed his long breath.

“Sinta, I understand very well how hurt your heart. But, what's the point of you holding a grudge against him? At any time, Allah can guide his creatures.” I said at length. After that, the situation became silent in real time.

“Love, how, you want?” I break the silence.

“Hmm, okay. I want. I want to take care of you. I'm afraid that ntar loe will be the next victim, made betting material.” The answer made me a little calm.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you very much loh.” I said and smiled at him.

“Sama-sama, Direction. Enter yuk. I want to bel it like. Sinta and I entered the class. Shortly after, the bell rang a sign that the break was over. We followed the next lesson.