Short Stories of Islamic Love
When Copet Bertasbih

Both feet in shoes were running so fast in a place so crowded. Obviously crowded, the name is also a market. Both legs were running followed by many feet behind him which was also no less fierce running. Suddenly, the owner of the leg hit someone.

“Aduh, sorry-sorry!!” said the owner of the leg who was apparently a woman.

“Astaghfirullahal’adzim” said the young man he hit. The woman gave the young man a bag, then ran away. The young man looked confused coupled with many residents approaching him who thought that he was a pickpocket. He tried to defend himself. Fortunately, the owner of the bag came.

One afternoon, a woman wearing a short black shirt, long torn jeans, a shoe she often wears, hair unraveling on her back, hanging out on the side of the road all by herself. Women are just like those in the market. Debbyna. He saw a man wearing pants and a long cocoa shirt and peci on his head, standing on the side of the road waiting for public transportation to pass. Debbyna's eyes were fixed on an object slightly visible in her pants pocket. Wallets. Debbyna approached, watching the surroundings, picked up the wallet and planned to run. But the plan failed miserably because the man's hand was lightning fast holding Debbyna's hand. They looked at 10 seconds.

“Astaghfirullahal’adziiim.” said the man who then released his hand and immediately shifted his gaze so that he no longer looked at Debbyna. Likewise with Debbyna who is now busy looking for other views. I don't know why he didn't take the wallet.

“Sorry.. This is my wallet back in.” Debbyna said while looking down. The man took his wallet.

“Gue excuse me.” continued Debbyna who went to avoid a man named Muhammad Fakhri Maulana. Fakhri just yelled something at Debbyna.

“Assalamualaikum!!” Debbyna heard, but was silent.

The day still looks dark. Debbyna rushed to the bathroom after being forced to wake up from her deep sleep. Finished from the bathroom, he passed his mother who also wanted to go to the bathroom.

“Deb! Are you awake? Tumbens. We pray at dawn in the mosque!”.

“Mom ngaco deh.” replied Debbyna. Sounds so beautiful in the ears. Adhan dawn.

“That's who is adzan bu?”.

“Not knowing. Usually that's not the sound.”. Debbyna went back to the bathroom.

“I want ablution, continue to go to the mosque with mom.” he said. Debbyna's mother was shocked to see her son's change in attitude.

Prayer is finished too. Debbyna was still in a frenzy looking for the muezzin, while carrying the face in her hands also wearing a hijab and covered clothes. He told his mother to go home first. While searching for the muezzin, he heard the same voice as the muezzin, reciting the holy verse of the Qur’an in the mosque. Debbyna. And apparently the owner of the voice was Fakhri.

Debbyna was standing on the side of the road. Suddenly, the phone he was holding was taken by someone and taken away.

“Ra! Kyara! My phone is it!” Debbyna ran after him. Apparently Kyara, her friend who is also a pickpocket.

“Debbyna?” he did not recognize Debbyna while wearing the hijab and covered clothes.

“Lo how the hell is it? Pickpockets really want to pickpocket.” said Debbyna immediately approached Kyara. He tells Kyara that he likes Fakhri.

“What??? Do you like Fakhri? Do you realize what you just said? You're a Deb copet! While Fakhri is the son of pak ustadz.” explained Kyara. Debbyna looked the other way. He immediately went closer in the direction he saw, followed by Kyara.

Debbyna was sitting in a house in front of her parked by a car. Mr. ustadz's house. They listened to the chatter between ustadz, Fakhri, and their guests.

“Stupid??” kyara. Debbyna's tears are dripping. He ran. But damn it hit the trash. In addition, a voice from Kyara calling Debbyna was also heard by Fakhri. Even Fakhri had seen Debbyna running. At first, he tried to chase but in vain.

Debbyna never again appeared in front of Fakhri, never attended congregational prayers at the mosque, and wore a hijab and covered clothing. He went back to the old Debbyna. Debbyna who did not close the aurat, also Debbyna who is a pickpocket. He thought that his attempts to change because of Fakhri were futile.

This morning, it appears Debbyna was running from the pursuit of residents due to her actions pickpocketed in the market. A voice stopped his steps.

“Debbyna! Stop!!!”. Fakhouri. Fakhri approaches Debbyna and takes the wallet in Debbyna's hands. He handed over to the lost, and dispersed the citizens. He's back to Debbyna.

“I know, tandem is not allowed. But there's something I want to talk to you about. I'm disappointed. I thought you changed. Debbyna, who I know, is the one who often participate in congregational prayers in the mosque, which always closes the aurat, and certainly not a pickpocket. You're not the Debbyna I know. Assalamualaikum.” said Fakhri then left.

Fakhri's words that morning, made Debbyna reflect. He realized that his actions were wrong. He should have changed not because of Fakhri, but because of his own willingness to get better. Since that day, Debbyna again closed her aurat, congregational prayer in the mosque not because she wanted to meet Fakhri but for worship, he never even invited Fakhri to chat when meeting, he said, he also became a njai teacher at the mosque, and another Debbyna was no longer a pickpocket but a former pickpocket.

Debbyna was tidying her veil in front of the mirror. He immediately went out of the room, meeting 2 guests. Apparently mr. ustadz and Fakhri. Their intention was to propose to Debbyna. Matches at that time, apparently Fakhri refused. And Debbyna's problem is a former pickpocket, Mr. Ustadz knows because Fakhri has told her stories. Debbyna smiled sweetly in response to the proposal.