Short Stories of Islamic Love
The Angle Of Love

Love, all of a sudden I'm interested in telling my story. A story that leaves a question and I'm not sure of the answer either.

It started when my best friend and I were sitting in the park waiting for someone. Shortly thereafter, the awaited ones were present. For a moment I was stunned by him slowly coming at us. With my eyes unblinking straight, he watched as he walked closer to us.

“Mas.. Maaassat.. Just plain dongliya.” whispered ayu to me.

He kept approaching us, with his elegant clothes, a long hijab-wrapped robe covering his entire aura. But that's not what keeps me looking at him. But it was her attitude that made me wonder. He looks confused and awkward. When she arrived, ayu immediately asked us to get acquainted. I was a little nervous about introducing my name. And with a sweet smile she mentioned his name. Dina, that's her name.

A strange atmosphere happened at that time. I was nervous and silent, dina was also silent, ayu was confused and did not say words. To find busyness, we start one by one issuing each hp. The atmosphere remained silent.

The clock kept going, the drinks we ordered were reduced. We finally decided to go home. Dina went home alone, while I went home alone with ayu.

While walking towards the parking lot, that's when everything in my head came out.

“Yu, kok si dina was secretly yes?”

“Indeed, did he talk?”

“Yes too yes.. But earlier ayu was silent also”

“I was confused to say what.. Why did you see him so far?”

“So I was surprised to see him, why does he look confused?…”

“Ouh that, maybe he hasn't pede mas”

“Means?”

“Iyaa.. He just recently looked like that.”

“Oh yes? Deh good.. The girls are beautiful when they look like I”

“Tu right, said aja mas was stunned by her beauty”

“Not.. Don't misunderstand”.

Begin my curiosity to appear and want to know dina further. I asked for her number with ayu. After ayu gave her, I tried to call her. But this was me, I was still nervous and canceled my intention to call. Then I decided to text. Shortly thereafter, Dina answered my text message. For a moment I thought, I finally told myself to call him.

“Assalamu’alaikum”

“What is edo?”

“Nnothing, busy again huh?”

“Ngak kok just finished ngerjain kaj”

Our conversation went long, it turned out that the person was engrossed. Since then I have started to know Dina. We shared our stories with each other and brought us closer together. But this is not the essence of my story, because my intention at that time was close to him just because I was interested in his intention to improve and he wanted to accept my motivation and advice. If you think about it, there is no harm in taking others to a good path. Although I myself am not sure that I am good.

And it's time for the story to begin. That's when my best friend Fahmi introduced his friend to me. At the same time ask permission if the servant wants a cost with us. Because we only cost the two of us, I also allow the servant to join us. In the first day of my time with us, I started to get to know him. And what's interesting about him is that he's very active in storytelling.

When the night, as usual, after doing the job I called dina. because I was too excited, I did not realize it turned out that fahmi and the servant were watching me as long as I called. After I finished calling, Fahmi looked up to me.

“Almost every night call continues, but never introduced to me”

I smiled when I heard Fahmi say that. I also showed you a picture of Dina.

“Oo so here is the love that has been called continuously?” fahmi said with a smile.

“Open... It's a friend, not who is who”.

“Ah do not have to lie, any beauty, graceful, insyaallah ya definitely.”

With a curious face, the servant also took a look at the photo dina and said a word that slightly offended my heart.

“Fahmi, we can't judge people by their looks.. It can look like an ustadzah but inside is not a good woman either. Kayak clothes are a lot of makai, now again tren”.

It doesn't seem appropriate for a man to say that, but yes. Hopefully he doesn't intend su’uzon.

Day by day I slowly recognized my father. In addition to staying one boarding house, his nature is also very interesting. Without me trying so hard to recognize him, the man has shown me who he really is. Indeed, it has been described as human, morals can be better than angels and can also be worse than demons. There are some qualities of the servant that disappoint me a little. Starting from often said dirty, a little haughty, and impressed hypocritical.

And there came a moment that made me very surprised, which is when ayu told me that the man without my knowledge was trying to get close to him. Ayu was very sure of that because it was the man who said it himself. It's just that the man didn't dare to openly show if he liked to be raised because he assumed that me and dina were close and courting.

My worries have arisen. Given the traits of the servant that I knew made me think that I should have gotten a better man from the servant. But my worries gradually decreased seeing the bad nature of the servant slowly change. I'm not sure of the cause. But I am thankful that he started to improve. He began to wonder at me about worship, memorizing prayers, and short letters. From his behavior, looks sincerity he in improving himself. I was amazed and moved by his good intentions. And neither should I prevent him from approaching dina.

Without thinking well and looking for a wise way, I decided not to communicate with her again, and stopped joking with her in order to show that there was nothing between me and dina. Abdi also understood the situation and took a deep path to approach dina. After that I realized that the way I took was wrong. Dina no longer wants to greet me and our relationship is like an enemy. It was very difficult to repair our friendship. And it only dawned on me that what I had built was destroyed to its foundation.

Their harmony became the flames of jealousy that burned my heart at that moment. And I also realized that there was nothing wrong in my story but myself. And this is where I want to tell you how I look at love. From what I understand, love does not have to like, but because it is ordinary. Love is in Arabic which is rooted from the word “Ahaba”, and is used in the term kegemanaran (hobby), which is created from habits that continue to repeat. What makes me regret is not because it belongs to someone else, but a moment that was created and no longer repeated.