Short Stories of Islamic Love
What secret?

“Assalamu’alaikum, introduce my name Zahra Aswa, transfer student from Junior High School N 1 Jakarta, hopefully you all can help me in learning and adapting in this School, thank you Wassalamu’alikum” I said when introducing myself to my new class and school

“good Zahra you can sit next to Sonya, she happens to be the secretary of this class and sit alone” said the teacher as he pointed towards Sonya sitting

“please children now you open your Math book” added Ibu Santi and the lesson took place

Time for the first break

the sound of the bell broke the tension in the middle of the lesson, and the eradication of worms began to protest in the stomach

“hai Zahra” says Sonya cheerfully

“hai also” I replied with a smile, “owh yes school mosque where ya?” addku

“it's on the deck of Teacher's Office, what's up?” answer Sonya

“I want to pray dhuha, you want me to go there?” I replied while making a request to Sonya

“ya already ayok” replied Sonya while pulling my hand

Arriving there I immediately took the water and pray, I had invited Sonya to pray but she did not seem accustomed, yes I did not want to force her, I did not want to force her, because in Islam it is not permissible to only invite and remind each other. After finishing me and Sonya back to class, right at 14:00 WIB we went home. On the way home I met a group of Hope Junior High students who happened to be next to our school, I saw a student who I seemed to know but was unsure because it was a little different.

“hei you are Zahra right?” he said while approaching me

“iya is right, this is Kesa yes?”, ask you curious

“iya this is me Kesa, wah your hijab is getting bigger aja”, said Kesa while looking at me from top to bottom

“Kes who is he?” a man's voice approached us

“oh this is San my friend during Junior High, his name is Zahra” Kesa said to the man but I just looked down without daring to look at the man

“Zahra introduce this Password my classmate” said Sonya, seen Sandi reached out her right hand

“Zahra” I said while clenching both hands in front of the chest

“eh, he, Sandi” said nervously while pulling his hand

“ya already yes Kesa I go home first, Assalamu’alaikum”, I said while leaving them both

“Wa’alaikumsalam, da da!” reply to Kesa while ignoring hands

My first day in school was good, and now I started to get busy with various tasks, I moved in the second semester so I had to really be able to balance the lessons and activities that I started to participate in. This morning I came early because the picket when I arrived in class there was not a single person, when I was about to take a broom was heard the sound of people coming, and the sound of people coming, because the school was still very quiet so I was scared so I quickly picked up a broom and hid behind the door, as he was about to enter my class I struck him lightning-fast without seeing who I hit out of fear,

Bruk (sound of people falling) “au auh this pain, what the hell is it?!” he said annoyed

“Astaghfirulloh sorry yes, emm sorry but who are you?” ask the boys I don't know yet

“aku Satria Pandu, you are very bad the class leader himself just do not know” he added again

“ya forgive me just entered two days ago, where can I know all the classmate” replied I still with my face down

He just kept quiet and sat on his stool, I began to sweep, at first glance I saw him writing something on his notebook, I hope he does not get revenge on me.

The clock shows at 06.30 WIB and friends start coming.

“Zahra sorry yes I misfortune, which has not been picketed what?” sonya asked nervously as she put down her bag

“it seems to stay nyiram flowers only who have not” I replied casually, because if everything that does me is okay I don't mind

“ya already let me who watered yes, already now you sit sweet ya” said Sonya while encouraging me to sit

I'm still not good with Satria, so at rest I said what happened this morning to Sonya. Sonya was shocked, though,

“Ra you chat with him?” sonya asked excitedly between shock and disbelief while holding both of my shoulders

“iya might be spelled out gitu”, I replied casually

“wah very lucky you, you know Salsa he was always chasing Satria, every time Salsa spoke to him, surely Satria will go” he said seriously

“hust already so ngerumpi” replied I reminded

The lesson began, when I was about to pray dhuha I met with him, it seems he also wanted to pray at a glance when I took off my shoes I saw him smile at me, he said, but I was concerned that maybe he was smiling at Sonya. As I was about to put on my shoes again I saw a glass of ice right next to my shoes, because I didn't know who I was leaving but there was a letter on my shoes, when I read it I was very surprised.

~ Assalamu’alikum, Ra sorry this morning I was angry with you, I do not mean rich that, sorry if I ngaggetin you, Wassalamu’alaikum ~ so the contents of the letter, when Sonya came out I quickly pocketed the letter and went straight back to class.

“Ra I went back first yes, this you can continue right?” asked Sonya to me who was gluing the stick

“owh yes of course” I replied briefly because I was seriously composing the sticks

Sonya left us too, because I was afraid to talk to Satria for help so I did it myself, then suddenly…

“already here replace you who mgewarain flowers only let me continue to” said Satria while asking for sticks from me

“you can?” ask me to still hold the stick

“wah you really ngeremehin si!” he said annoyed

“ya not so but neat ya” replied me while putting glue and sticks on the floor

Finally the work was over I was immediately permission to go home, as well as Satria, if Salsa mah had come home from earlier picked up the driver. I immediately paddled my bike, it happened to be my house and Satria one way so we came home together only about 200 m from Sonya's house, heavy rain flushed us, and there was no rain, we were forced to take shelter at a stop not far from our place. The wind brushed off my veil, making him wave incoherently, causing me embarrassment and confusion.

“S...Sat, you are cold huh?” I hesitated as I watched Satria shiver

“e...engak kok” said with cold grumbling teeth

“don't lie, just wear my jacket” I said as I stretched my jacket over to him

“gak ah time I wear a girl's jacket, is it your not cold?” ask Satria

“no ordinary guy, I like the rain, hehehehe” said me while laughing

In the midst of laughter I saw him looking at me strangely, then I stopped and we met in the eyes that we did not realize

“Astaghfirulloh, already use cepet” I said as I stretched out a jacket towards him with a lowered view, then he wore it thankfully the rain began to subside we continued our journey and separated at the intersection of the complex.

Ting tong, the sound of my doorbell. Umi immediately opened the door and sounded a bit of a conversation,

“Ara please bring a drink to the living room yes it is his friend Abi who came from Bandung” said umi when he arrived in the kitchen

“iya umi, but how many people?” much

“buatin 7 cups, yes umi to the living room first” replied umi

After finishing making a drink I immediately delivered to the living room, looking Om Seno, Aunt Sofi his wife and Kak Farhan and his sister Salwa. In the middle of talking,

“ini Zahra yes?” said a woman of Umi's age

“iya” I replied briefly with a smile,

“wah Zahra is already big yes, whereas back when I came here he was still kind of not Han?” she said to her son Farhan

“Assalamu’alaikum” said Abi when approaching us, when I was about to go to the kitchen Umi pulled my hand,

“already come sit here, weukan have not met the family Om Seno” said Umi persuaded me to sit with them.

Talks lasted long enough until Azaan ashar and they stopped to pray, Farhan the eldest son of the Om Seno family became a priest, he happened to be on holiday from his cottage in Gontor, Gontor, after the prayer we eat.

“Rafi, this wife of yours is very good cuisine” praise my father's friend

“ya of course, but this time you miscalculated Seno, this is what cooks Ara” said Abi confirmed

“wah really, you are great ndok, paslah anyway” said wife om Seno

I just smiled and was a little confused by the words of Aunt Sofi, secretly I was amazed Kak Farhan the eldest son of Om Seno he was a hafis Qur’an, and after graduating later he has got a student duty to Al-Ahzar University, masyaalloh. Astaghfirulloh why do I think of Kak Farhan, this I should not be afraid to be a contemptible thought, I shook my head to disperse that thought. When om Seno was about to go home I gave a doll to Salwa Kak Farhan's sister, because he said he liked it luckily the doll had not been opened from the plastic so it was not shy if you want to give thanks,

“ayo said what his brother” is, Kak Farhan told his sister

“thank you brother” said Salwa gently while hugging me

“Rafi don't forget yes don't tell anyone ok” Om Seno told Abi

“insyaalloh, hopefully not wrong ya” reply Abi

“what secret?” ask me and Brother Farhan together to our parents

Umi just smiled, as well as Om Seno's wife I don't know what they're talking about right now, what exactly were they discussing when me, Salwa and Farhan went to play in the back garden?.