Short Stories of Islamic Love
Love Partama And Last Me

A very beautiful morning. The new clock shows at 07:30 and soon I will arrive at my place of work. I've been working in a garment company for a year as an administrative worker. A job I really like. Understand with this SMK pilgrimage I must be quite satisfied with what I am getting right now. Even though I am currently only completing 4 more semesters then I will become a bachelor. This college while working activity must be done considering the economic condition of my family who can no longer afford my college. My dad was just a primary school teacher and my mom was just a tailor. So it must have been very difficult for them to continue to finance my college and also my sister's school which is now in 2nd grade High School.

“Assalamualaikum Nik! How are you today?”. “Waalaikumsalam. Thank God, I'm fine! You're Yu yourself? When did you get to Garut?”. “I arrived yesterday almost noon! Oh yes, is there any new news here during my leave stay to Garut?”. “It looks like there isn't. Everything is fine!. I went to my room first yeah, Yu!”, “Ok. Happy working yah!”. I'm just smiling. I put my foot into my room. The room was still quiet only Wiwit and Dewi were seen in the room. Understandably they are both anti-overtime so inevitably early in the morning they must already be in the office. Unlike Sandra, Heri, and myself who almost every day come home late at night. I stepped towards my desk after first greeting them. I was surprised to see a flower arrangement on my desk. I noticed that the flower had no name for the sender only a piece of paper that read “STENUMBER BECAUSE YOUR SMILE IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE I'VE EVER SEEN”. I wanted to ask them but I expressed my intention. Let's have a new lunch hour I'll ask them.



“Nik, why not eat, why?”. “Ah not Yu, I was just confused, who the hell sent me flowers. Beautiful and from the shape, it looks like the price of flowers must be very expensive. I'm sure that only ordinary employees like us will definitely not be able to lose money just to buy flowers!”. “You've asked your roommate?”. “Already, but the answer is the same they do not know menahu”. “Do you have a suspect?”. “Nggak Yu, anyways where there is a crush on a poor girl like me”. “Ah, Nik, poor is just your feeling. Poverty is relative depending on where people look. You may be poor in wealth but about faith and piety I think you can not be said poor”. “You can just Yu, I'm so suspicious lest you send the flowers to me again?”. “That kind of thing is just the work of a coward. We all agree that there is no love in our friendship. Aye right?”.

I'm just smiling. Bayu's right! If without his help he'd have gotten to this point I wouldn't have gotten this job. We were both friends since Junior High. At that time I was a new student from Bekasi while Bayu was my upperclassman. I'm Grade VII and Bayu 2 levels above me. Well, I'm SD in Bekasi. But since my father was transferred to Bogor, the school automatically moved when I was 1 month in class VII of Bekasi Junior High School. My house and Bayu's house are not close it takes 15 minutes to go to his house on foot. I don't know why we're always together wherever we are. Even until college we still choose the same university but different faculties. Bayu takes Law while I'm Economic. Bayu has now finished his studies and he has officially become a law scholar. But he is not ready to be a lawyer. Be this job still he lakoni.

Bayu's position here is also no less important. He is our head of personnel, so it is only natural that I can enter here even if only armed with SMK's visa. I used to think Bayu loved me. It was because of Bayu's attention to me that I considered too excessive. To be honest until now I never knew what it was like to fall in love. Many men tried to approach me but all retreated for fear of facing Bayu. Understandably Bayu has a black Taekwondo tire. That's what finally made me believe that he loved me. I was mad at him because I wanted our friendship to be sincere without any frills. I want Bayu to be my brother not my lover. We have not talked for a long time. Until finally Bayu came and convinced me that I am only a sister for him because he is an only child who wants to have a sister and I who is the firstborn want to have a brother. We promised that there would be no love between us.

“Nik. You are called Mr Erman tuh!”. “Moreover this time? Isn't he bored of seeing me?”. “Udah, you just enter maybe you want to be given bonus”. The goddess left while shearing a smile that to me was a strange smile. Knock on our big boss Mr. Erman's door. He is the president of this company. Half of the company's shares are his.

“Log in!”. The baritone voice was familiar to me because almost every time I got an invitation to this room. If other employees want to see the face of their leader I can even say I am bored. I went in and said my regards. “Asalamelaikum. Father call me?”. “Waalaikumsalam. Yes Nik. Come login!”. She smiled looking at me who was just standing in front of her without trying to sit down. “Come, sit”. I sat right in front of him. It's not the first time I've sat opposite him and strangely every time I've faced him there's something beautiful infiltrating my heart and my heart is pounding erratically. “Look Nik, mama tomorrow is your birthday. I want to make a Surprise Party. How do you think?”. I'm shocked. What is my position so that he can ask for my opinion. “Sorry Sir, are you not mistaken. I'm just a fool, sir, and I've never made a Surprise-Surprise Party that way. So I feel inappropriate to give a comment”.

Finished already, I glanced towards the wall clock. The clock showed at 5pm. My work hours are up and my work today is done. I have to see Bayu. I'd like to ask for his help in conveying to my father and mother that I still need to be with Mr. Erman. “Come on Nik, we're leaving now!”. “But sir, I have to see Bayu first sir. I want to send a message to my father and mother”. “Please, or let us both go there so that one time way”. I just nodded my head. All eyes are looking at us. This is my first time walking with a man other than Bayu. “Yu, I still have a little show with Mr. Erman. Can I ask you a favor, pass this on to mom and dad?”. “You want a date well?”. “Udah story tomorrow already want to night!”. “Ok deh, but you owe me a story well?”.

“You with Bayu look very familiar!”. “Number Sir, we've been friends” for a long time. “Oh yes, the plan is we want to shop where?”. “How about in Plaza Jambu Two aja”. Erman laughed at my choice. “Why are you laughing?”. “Why don't you choose Bogor Mall?”. “There the price of the goods is too expensive sir, after all I have never been there. Is there a Mushalla like in Jambu Dua Pak?”. “Yah obviously no donk!”. “Then, until there I want to pray Maghrib first yes Sir?”. “Bby, I happen to also want to pray”. “Alhamdulillah!”. “You why say Alhamdulillah Nik!”. I'm appalled. I'm sure my voice was very slow but why could he hear it?. “Kok silent, why Nik?”. “It is better that the problem does not need to be clarified sir, I am sure even without me explaining it you must have understood why I said Alhamdulillah!”. “Alright, but there is one request of mine, if outside the office you do not call me Father! Ok?”. “Alright!”. The metallic BMW car has entered the parking lot of Bogor Mall. All this time I saw the Mall only from the outside. This is the first time I've been to Bogor Mall.

After finishing the Maghrib prayer, we circled the Mall. After we finished buying the items we needed for the Surprise Party tomorrow, Mr. Erman invited me to eat at one of the restaurants inside the Mall. I chose to eat pizza. We enjoyed the pizza at the restaurant. I chose hot orange for my drink while she chose a cool drink. “Nik, how long have you been wearing hijab? Aren't you dizzy with such long clothes? Even though girls your age, fit well wearing tight jeans skirts or tight jeans combined with tight shirts! But you don't seem interested in clothes like that?”. “The answer is the same as the answer of Mr eh sorry, Mas Erman's answer can be so?”. “Bby, it's even better! Let's continue!”. “When I ask why Mas every day wears a shirt complete with tie and suit!”. “I don't understand you mean Nik, I wear this shirt well because this is my job as a leader of the company”. “Then I wear this shirt because of my demands as a Muslim. Regarding those who do not wear clothes like this, maybe they do not know or know but consider clothes like this just makes a hassle. Though they do not know someday what they wear should they account”. “But Nik, the men are lovers of beauty and the woman's body is one of beauty and to my knowledge love beauty is also part of iman”. “Perception Mas is wrong, it is true to love beauty is part of faith, but what beauty was it?. If we love the beauty of the universe created by God, we will certainly say Subhanallah that is the love of beauty that reflects some of the faith but if we see the beauty of the curves of the female body we must say why, Astaghfirullah, because the beauty of a woman's body can plunge us into works. A simple example, by enjoying the beauty and beauty of a woman's body, will arise orgasm. We so fantasize how to make a beautiful body that we can “Enjoy”. Finally it plunges us to think of raping for the unmarried and for the married will be sinful because surely he will imagine the woman even though he is “Connecting” with his wife. This is what sin” says.

“But all that for me Nik, too extreme. Then if I love my wife who wears the hijab and I know exactly that her body is so sexy it is a loss if only I am a knower. I will never see the admiration of my friends eyes for the sexiness of my wife's body”. “Like that Mas said a loss, precisely Mas very lucky. Because of what, the person whom Mas loved the most only offered his soul and body to Mas. Try Mas imagine, if only Mas's wife showed the beauty of his body and all of Mas's friends were amazed, what Mas sure they are only “Kagum” but not “Nafsu”. The admiration of God's beautiful creation with lust has a very slight difference. Not necessarily they are clucking it comes from admiration, how about decakan it comes from the lust of who loses. Know Mas, a good wife isrtri who can keep her property and honor for her husband and by closing the letter she means to have kept her honor”. “Not playing, it's fitting that my mama can change to hear your words. Now I want to ask you one thing. What does your relationship with Bayu mean?”. “Why suddenly did Mas ask that?”. “I just want to know because I saw you guys so close. Go home and go always together. Men and women getting too close can be dangerous. I'm sure you'll know better than I”.

“Mas, Bayu and I do have a relationship. I love him and so does he. Am satisfied with that description?”. Erman was silent. His face that I had seen was so friendly and friendly suddenly turned so dark and very unsightly. “We'd better go home Nik, and regarding the surprise party, let me not want to waste your time”. Erman is leaving. I was confused by the change in attitude. I tried to chase him to the parking lot. “Sorry, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly change like this?”. “I don't want to disturb your relationship with Bayu!”. “Relationship how do Mas mean, did Mas not see I was saying goodbye to Bayu and did Mas can see if our relationship was interrupted”. “You don't be too naive Nik, you're Bayu's girlfriend. What says Bayu if we get too close”. Without me knowing I was laughing. I find it funny with Mas Erman's words. “We'd better go home than you laugh laugh not clearly so!”. “Mas wait, Bayu and I do love each other like his brother and sister and also love each other because we are fellow Muslims. We are not lovers or dating. No!”. Mr. Erman I saw that I was surprised by my statement. The surprised face was so handsome somehow my heart rippled finely.

“Sorry Nik, I thought you guys were lovers. Let's go home”. As soon as we were in the car, he didn't start the car right away but instead said something that almost knocked me unconscious. “Nik, did you gladly receive flowers from me this morning”. “What! So it's a flower from you Mas?”. “Yes, let's be honest Nik. From the first moment I saw you, I felt like you were the type of woman I was looking for. You are principled and you always believe that whatever you do must be right and you never regret the decisions you make. Another thing that fascinates my heart is your smile. I don't know why I want to be the first and God willing to be the last for you”. I just ducked. I'm sure my cheeks were red. He tried to grab my finger, but I gently removed my hand. “Sorry Mas, I am not your mahram. If indeed you want to touch me, we must marry first”. “What? So you want to marry me? Tell me when are you ready to be my wife?”. “As far as you are Mas, whenever I am ready just 1 my request. Please allow me to continue my S1, even if we are married later. So that I deserve to accompany you Mas!”. Erman just nodded. Thank God I offer you, O Allah. You have given me a good man. And most importantly of all, I love her.