Short Stories of Islamic Love
Find Me In A Third of Your Night

This empty valley in my heart no one has ever touched it. Where are the inhabitants.

The afternoon wind blew to calm the pensive soul on the edge of the city park. I breathed deeply like I was lacking oxygen. Dizziness in my head this thought no one had picked me up with his white horse. I'd better go home.

“Assalamualaikum, ma'am I came home” I said.

“Waalaikumsalam, where do you want?” ask mother.

“I am from bu city park, refreshing mind hehehe” replied me.

“Ya already, you have been praying ashar or not?” ask mom again.

“Alhamdulillah already ma'am, it was in the city park musholah. I want to take a bath first bu” pamitku while going to the room.

Oh yes introduce me Sisil, Sisil puspita. Women who are 30 years old but have not been able to perfect their religion by getting married. I do not know how much longer I have to wait for God to send his soul mate for me, but behind it all I remain patient waiting. I currently work in government offices in economics and banking. Thank God I can help pay for my daily needs because I only live with my mother, father and mother have been divorced since I was a child.

“ahhhh freshly finished bathing, my fatigue disappeared instantly” said.

I love to read novels because he distracts me from the full extent of my work at the office.

Adzan magrib. I fulfill my duty to God.

Tonight is the same as the night before only being able to chat with my mother. I looked at her pure face, I held her terat, the hand that always held me, wiped my tears, I loved you mother.

Kringgg….

My alarm clock rings. I turned off the alarm clock, the time showed at 1 am, I stepped my foot into the bathroom to get some water. I performed my evening prayers solemnly. There was no sound other than my prayer. When I finished praying, I prayed to Allah.

“Yes Allah, the servant has long been alone, where is the soul mate of the servant. Seeing that my servant friends are married and even have children, I am eager to perfect my religion. Find us soon, O God. Amin”

The rays of the sun burst into my room and hit my eye peluk, I opened my eyes slowly. It was morning, my heart.

I put my feet in the bathroom. It didn't take long for me to get ready for work.

“Morning of bu” Iwhy my mother who was preparing breakfast, I kissed her cheeks and hugged her.

“Abuh you are already big kok still like a child, already there breakfast, later you are late to work” he said.

“Iya mom, I'm breakfast”. I'll finish my breakfast immediately. My mother's cooking is second to none.

“I went to work first ma'am, assalamualaikum” I kissed mom's hand and rushed to the garage of the house to pick up my favorite motorbike.

The atmosphere of the city is always crowded in the morning, I have to be fast so as not to get stuck in traffic. Last night's rain added to the bad atmosphere of the morning, the street was muddy and there were some that were inundated with water.

In the fork of the road my motorbike was nudged by another motorbike.

Bruckk. I fell down and O God my clothes were all dirty. How do I get to the office in clothes like this?

He came up to me and took off his helmet. The handsome, the astagfirullah take care of your eyes, I said in my heart.

“I'm sorry, I accidentally mbak. Dirty clothes, well how is this” he said look guilty face of him.

“It's okay mas, I can go home to change clothes. Next time be careful when riding motor” I replied advising him.

“Ya already mbak, how about I take you home to change clothes and as my responsibility because it has made mbak fall from the motor was” he said again.

“No need mas, I can go home by myself” I replied while leaving from him.

I rushed home as fast as lightning, I was too late. When I got home, I went into my room and changed clothes. My mom seems to be in the back. It's better not to say goodbye, besides I'm too late.

I pushed my bike fast, the road feels loose now. I got to the office. Huftt finally, my inner. I entered this big building, I'll get a call soon.

“Bu Sisil please to my room” said head sir. What did I say. What a fucking day.

Tok..

“Log in, sit” command head pack. I followed his orders too.

“You know why I called here?” tanyakanya.

“Iya sir, I tau” replied me.

“You are very late ma'am, you are working intention not sih” snapped.

I just ducked.

“I'm sorry sir, I had a small accident on the road so I was late to the office” said.

“Alright Miss Sisil, you we still forgive, but don't be late again. Now please work back” he said.

“Thank you sir, I'll excuse you” I replied and walked out of the room.

I rushed to my work. Because of the guy I got a reprimand. There is a lot of gini, O Allah.

I finished this job and it didn't feel like it was time to go home from work. I rushed out of the office.

I sit on the bench of this park again, every time I come home from work I take it here for what else if not to calm my mind. Again the same, the prince of the white horse never came even though his presence was always invited in my evening prayer. I covered my face with both hands, feeling very tired.

“Hai mbak” greet someone.

I who was still busy with my cloudy mind was not paying attention to the sounds around me.

“Mbak.. Hi” greet him again.

I looked at who greeted me from earlier.

“Eh mas earlier, we meet again, what is it? Sorry I did not hear mas call” my word is friendly.

“It's okay, I can sit here” he said as he pointed at the empty bench next to me. The bench in this park is indeed made to sit two people.

“Eh yes, please” I said let him sit down.

“Emmm that I was sorry ya” he said again.

“It's okay mas, I have forgiven kok”.

“Hem if you know whose name mbak? My Son mbak” he said.

“I Sisil, call Sisil aja yes put” I replied.

“So, where do you work? Not married yet? Where to stay?” the cerocos.

“You are just a journalist like haja haha one-one dong nanyanya”.

“hehe yes sorry deh” replied.

“I work in a government office, I am still single, not married, I live in a residential complex rahma jaya block B. What if you put?” my many.

“I am a teacher and also still single hehe, living in the alley in front of this city park” he said.

We also spent a cheerful afternoon in the park, exchanging stories and experiences, he was a humorous figure as it turned out, I was made to laugh continuously until it exploded.

We ended this beautiful afternoon by exchanging phone numbers. I went home on my favorite motorcycle.

I kept to my usual routine when I came home and in the third of the night I still prayed the same prayer to Allah.

We had breakfast this morning. Mother-made fried rice teases me with its aroma, delicious.

“Mom saw lately you become different nak” said mother.

Uhukk.. uhukkk I coughed at my mother's words. I drink water first.

“Different how mom, just feeling mom alone hehehe” replied me.

“Ya has continued your breakfast” he said.

“Good bu”.

Routine as usual bore me, but now it's a little different from the presence of a son. He used to call me sometimes just to remind me not to forget lunch. I just agree. There is happiness in itself when he cares about me. Sometimes I wonder if I like it?

It didn't feel like I was two months closer to him. This feeling is getting real. But I'm no longer a woman. My orientation is now just getting married, maybe to her.

Today we took a walk to the tour around here and ended up in the restaurant, indeed my stomach is hungry.

He held my hand, looking me in the eye. I'm nervous.

“Sil, I have liked you since the beginning of our acquaintance, this feeling is really big for you, I want you to be a part of my life, be my wife sil” he said.

I'm moved. Is he the prince of the white horse who picked me up? Is he the one God sent to answer all my night prayers? I was silent, not knowing what to answer. In my heart I am happy.

“emmm.. I'm not a teenage girl anymore put, I want to get married soon. If you're serious about me, let's go see my mom. Verily Allah's Ridho is from the blessing of parents” I said.

He nodded in agreement.

After eating we went to my house to ask for my mother's blessing.

We've reached my house. I got out of the car and went into the house.

“Assalamualaikum bu” salamku.

“Waalaikumsalam. Uh who is this?” ask mom to point at the figure beside me.

“Sit first ma'am, later we explain” said me again.

“Begini bu...” says

“Let me explain. Introduce my mother son, I have long liked my mother's daughter and I want my mother's daughter to be my life companion and also I hope my mother gives us blessing. There is no doubt in the words of the son.

My mother was silent for a moment.

“What work do you do?” ask mother.

“I am a bu” teacher said son again.

“Mother does not agree you married” said firmly mother.

“Whataaa. But why bu?” I said open the sound. I was surprised, the son was no less surprised by me.

“She's a teacher, her salary is not much, with a small salary like that can she make you happy” said mother is very piercing. I saw the eyes of the son very sad.

I could not help but cry.

“Why ma'am? I'm an adult, I'm happy with him. I don't measure the happiness of a treasure mom, I've been waiting for someone to propose to me for a long time. He answers all my prayers ma'am. Can't you change your mind? I want to build a happy little family with her mom. Restui we” said I begged.

Mother with tears. I was sobbing, and so was my son.

“You think he answers your prayers, son, but are you sure he's your soul mate? I just don't want you to have the same fate as a mother who failed in the nak” household said the mother while sobbing.

Mom left us in the living room. I'm confused how this is.

“Putra, go home. Reassure your heart that I am indeed the one in a third of your night. If you are sure of the answer that God gave come here with your parents, but if it is not possible we are not yet mate” said I strengthen it and strengthen me.

He left my house. I rushed to my room.

In the early morning I put my tahajud. I want to ask God for guidance. I will do it with a sad heart. My tears broke in my prayers. I don't make a sound, only clear droplets are always coming out of my eyes.

O Allah, if the son is indeed the prince whom You sent to accompany me until the end of my life, then launch our relationship, open the heart of the mother so that she receives the son. But if the son is not my soul mate then keep” my prayer screams in my heart.

For a week the son had no news, my heart said the son would come back but in reality he disappeared. Maybe he is not my soul mate.

Since that incident I was more often in the room, it felt the atmosphere of the room was more friendly to my current feelings.

Tokks..

The knocking of the door broke my daydream

“Just enter ma'am, the door is not I lock”.

Mom's hesitant steps slowly approached me who was engrossed in staring out the bedroom window.

“Pardon mom son, it looks like mom has been wrong, seeing you like this mom so sad, you are unhappy because of mom, forgive mom who is just selfish” said mother while crying.

Hugged my mom.

“No ma'am, don't apologize. I know you are because Mom loves me. He just disappeared ma'am, maybe he is not my soul mate” answered me.

“No son, I'm sure he's your soul mate, I approve you nak” said mother.

I held my mother, we cried each other.

Tokk tokk tokk

The sound of knocking on the door made our crying action stop. Mom and I went out to see who was coming.

I opened my door and it turned out he was there, the son came with his family. God, your plan is amazing.

I'll let them all in.

I looked at his face, I really miss him.

“The intention of our arrival here to propose a mother's daughter to our son, putra” said the son's father.

“Pardon mother's remark yesterday son yes son. Khilaf. Now I leave everything to sisil” said my mother.

I nodded assuring “I am willing”, I finally said.

“Alhamdulillah” unison all of us.

Smiles on all of our faces. The happiness God promised has come. Thank God your path of destiny is always surprising, O Allah.

“sil” says son.

I held my head up to wait for him to finish his words.

“For this week I have offered a prayer of instruction to God and the more I come here I am very sure that indeed you are the match outlined for me” he said.

I smiled happily. God did create his creatures in pairs and now I find my partner in prayer patience in the third of my night.