Short Stories of Islamic Love
God's Plan is Beautiful

“Nis called that same principal, awaited in his room”.

“Oh Yes Ra thanks yes infonya”.

I rushed to the department room with a feeling of anxiety. What was the matter until I was called the principal.

“Assalamu’alaikum sir excuse me, what is it you called me here?”

“Wa’alaikumsalam, directly to the point just son want to ask for your help. You know Nando's behavior as a classmate, right? You want you to be able to change his attitude and behavior as well as the value of his dilapidated lessons, you have raised your hands against his delinquency. Since his mother died 2 years ago his attitude changed 180 degrees”. Obviously Mr. Hardi with glassy eyes.



“So, Nando is the father's son?”.I wondered because no one knew about this.

“Iya son, this is all Nando's secret too who asked to keep it a secret. So I hope you can help tak”.

“Insyaallah sir I will help you as much as I can.”

Today I started my action to eradicate crime, uh I mean to start the action to carry out the duties of Mr. Hardi.

“Loh why did you come here, who told you my address?”. Sinis Nando to me

“Oh this I asked your father for help giving private lessons to kamu”. My answer is relax

“Sok-sokan really yes, you think it's the most genius that sampe-sampe want to teach me everything. I've just come home and said to my bokap, I can manage my own life”. He said as he pushed my body and closed the door loudly

Okay I can't give up Keep fighting Annisa Nuradhani.

The next day I met him again at his house and this time he couldn't kick me out because I insisted on teaching him.

“Okay we start the lesson. There are 5 math problems I give you 10 minutes, just right?”.

“Lo crazy yes 1 about 2 minutes”. The answer protested me

“Try it first, don't say you can't before you try”. Denied it.

I saw that he was getting busy with my paper. After 10 minutes I forcefully pulled the paper and WOW what I got, not the answer to my problem but instead an animated picture whose face was replaced with a veiled woman. Did I just say. Does he mean to mock me?

“Good my picture, similar not same face lo”. He explained while making an unclear examination.

Just this time I saw him laughing after that ah. even though it had been 2 years I was in class with him.

The next day I did not meet his figure in the classroom, even until the lesson time was over I did not meet a piece of his body eh nose stem. Is he truant again? This one boy is outrageous.

I looked for him starting from the back stall of the school to the terminal where he used to hang out, but the results were NIHIL. I decided to go find out at her house and I asked the maid at her house.

“Tadi morning den Nando departing kok non aunty saw herself”. Auntie told me

“Kalo non want nyari usually den Nandi likes to go to the lake behind the complex if not yes he is in his mother's grave at the end of the complex”. Further again.

“Mother's grave? Is it true that he is there, try it first!”.my inner

I set my foot into the funeral duhh.

“I'm looking where it turns out you're here Ndo”. I said to her, she looked at me with a surprised expression.

“17 April 1972, Wow today your mother's birthday yes Ndo! Happy birthday aunty Winda, I am Annisa her friend son aunt”. I said while looking at the headstone that read the name “WINDA KunCORO”.

“Dasaran crazy”. The sinister to me

“That's why I know you said that too, right?”. Syndirate

No wind no rain Nando told me all his problems. I saw his eyes start to look glassy. For a moment he hugged me who was right next to him tightly, I could hear sobs between his arms.

“Astagfirullah haladzim”. My reflexes instantly pushed his body.

“Sorry Nis I accidentally”. He said guilty

“Iya I know, come on Ndo now we go home this almost magrib”. He also agreed.

“Tante Nisa same Nando said yes, do not be surprised if Nisa will often come here nemenin Nando”. I said while stroking the gravestone.

After that day Nando's attitude began to change, he more often met me to ask questions about religious studies and science. The relationship with his father also improved, Mr. Hardi himself told me that Nando had apologized for his behavior so far.

“Woy.. ngelamun aja neng kesambet new tau rasa”. His successful words surprised me.

“You are the one who persambet, come instead of saying hello even ngagetin all”.

“Hehehe sorry Assalamu’alaikum Annisa”. His grin was without sin

“Wa’alaikumsalam, tumben nyariin what is it?”.

“Oh.. so you can't help me knowing you just need aja!”.

“Ya already if you don't need”. Saying pout.

“That's it, ugly tau”. The answer is pinching my cheek.

“Ihh... already dare to hold ya, not yet muhrim tau”.

“Ohh does not mean dong, ciee shy yes face so red so gitu”. Said teasing me.

“Apaan sag enggak lah”.

“Nis I like you but wait a minute this statement is not a question so do not need you java. If later everything is ready and the time is right, I promise I will go directly to your father”.

“Create..?”. My answer doesn't understand

“Yes make your halalin dong Annisa Nuradhani Rivaldino!”. He answered with a smile.

“Since when did my last name change to Rivaldino instead of Azzahra?”.

“Since today whleee”. He said as he ran and dredged me”

“Awas you Ndo I report My father changed people's children's names carelessly”. I said while chasing him.

Yes, from that day everything changed, it turned out to be more beautiful to be exact. From that day on Nando decided to study at the Ponpes where my father served. He said to be closer to the creator and get closer to my father too (odd ni son). I hope what he said that day came true. I believe God's plan is beautiful.