Short Stories of Islamic Love
I Like You In Silence

I'm going to go to college and meet him. ah. I'm going to go to college and I'm going to see him.

I've loved it for a long time, even from the first semester of college, not first sight. It starts with a sense of admiration for him. Darting until they become like. It even flows until it boils down to loving him.



Me and him were one class from the beginning until now, from semester 1 and now semester 6. And the feeling I have never changed. The figure I like can I describe like this, he's someone who is good at hanging out so that has many friends, has a personality that makes me like it, he's someone who is good at getting along so he has many friends, humorous with the manner and manner in which he told stories made me smile behind my face, intelligent with great insight, responsible for the education and training he was used to, and what made me love him the most, he has good manners, good religion, and looks very fond of his family, especially his parents.

That morning I was standing in front of the campus, near the classroom. Usually I do that not because I want to know the info, but just camouflage so that no child sees me with a strange look. Or it was just me who felt like there were thousands of eyes pointing and gazing at me obliquely and sharply, from the start I got off my bike, walking towards my class, he said, and even in class.

a long time later he came, came to me. No. But his class is there. Then I sat on the long front balcony. I opened the book I brought from home. I was so embarrassed when I was there. It's not that I dare to just keep the line between me and him, more precisely between men and women.

“Here is it his class?” I turned my gaze to the person who asked, I stared for a moment, really for a moment, and then I took my gaze toward my book again. He's the one who makes me feel embarrassed. Hearing his voice alone made me unable to forget, a heavy voice, and accompanied by his distinctive style.

“Iya” I answered briefly, whereas many questions I wanted to ask him. But I can still control my mind, so no words are spoken again after.

“The father hasn't come yet huh?” he asked while standing in front of me and sitting next to me, bounded with a huge pillar. He was next to me, there was only a pillar supporting the upper ceiling. He was covered in that pillar.

“Not yet... You have already got info make a list of PPL KKN?” ask me to ventured after fighting my faint and brave little heart.

“Yes, there is an even semester, special, equally odd, if that special semester in what month is it?” askaku. My little brave heart is mastering, unlike usual, I asked him a lot.

“But you don't know, the problem has not been divided from there” replied in a clear voice but a little vague, like facing towards me just stuck pillar. It was very clear, and very close, I think he was right next to the pillar. And I glanced at her feet a little bit and she was next to me.

He was a man who looked me in the eye for a very short time when we were talking about college, or just passing in front of me, or accidentally our gazes met each other and really briefly me and him directly diverted to the others. It wasn't just once or twice, I think quite often, so it made me feel like he was looking at me from where he was. Even on the day that he and I sat next to the pillar, I think he chose to sit there to keep himself or myself from being slandered.

She and I have an impassable limitation, on my principle that I will not date before marriage. Makes me look like I don't like anybody. So that I can't get close to him to play around. Look at it for a long time, or say I like it. Even on the day that he and I sat next to the pillar, I think he chose to sit there to keep himself or myself from being slandered.

I hope she also has a commitment not to date before marriage. It is my hope and my prayer. I always say his name in every prayer I ask Him, at the end of my prostration, in every raindrop, and on the sidelines after the Adhan to the iqomah. I really don't know what kind of person he is outside of what I saw on campus. Does he have that commitment? Is he committed to another woman? Or did he like me all this time like I liked him too? I really don't know. Because he and I really look good from the outside. Because he and I have absolutely no more communication than college. Or it was just my feeling like he was watching and watching me from a distance.

That afternoon after a qualitative research methodology course, I drove my bike to the mosque in my major. The state of mushola is not too crowded because the time shows at 12:40. I entered the mosque, and there were 2 male friends in my class who were getting ready for prayer. While waiting for them to imitate me I also get ready. And before long “dia” came, I just saw it coming, without paying more attention. It was heard he took ablution and his footsteps entered the mushola.

I stood up from my seat, I opened my mask with my head down, then I accidentally looked forward and just as he looked at his master giving his cue to straighten out the shaf, because the hijab that borders between men and women is not high I immediately bowed my face as she looked at me. And not long after that, his voice sounded. It was the first time I heard takbir from him, and I became his aunt.

“Allahu Akbar”.