The Charm of Love Tiara Khoerunnisa
Straighten Intention

Bi, this house is quiet, since Robi lives in the cottage, he will certainly rarely come home here", said Bu Arimbi.

"If only I could still have children, I would not be lonely like this, there would be Robi's sisters born", but all that was left was hope that would not be possible to achieve.

"If you want, there's still another way Madam" look at bi Mimi.

"The mother can lift the child from the Panti, there must be many children who already have no parents, take care of the orphan is very good, a lot of blessings" explained Bi Mimi.

"Emh.., it could be Bi, later we look there, who knows there are children who match with me.

"Bi, I was planning to start designing Muslim fashion, the local market just first, I see here many women who are hijab",

"Well, good it's Madam, so in addition to earning, Madam will also get a reward, for making clothes that can close the wearer's aura", Bi Mimi's smile.

"Ah.., Tiara.., I will make Tiara as the model", smiled Ms. Arimbi.

"Yes Madam, that way, Madam will not go back and forth abroad anymore, and Bibi will not stay alone continuously here", Bi Mimi smiled.

"Iya Bi, I will think about the concept first, and that good one, later during the celebration of the Islamic new year, what is the name Bi, who likes rames, torch marches",

"Oh.., it's an Islamic new year, a Hijri, ma'am",

"Well, that's a good moment for the latest model of Muslim clothing" Ms. Arimbi looked enthusiastic.

"Tomorrow, take me to Tiara, while looking at Robi, we talk about this with Tiara", invited Bu Arimbi.

"Why not just be with Master, Madam?", Bi Mimi asked carefully.

"No need Bi, this is my business, my business, let me take care of it" smiled Ms. Arimbi.

Not unwilling to involve her husband in every affairs, but Bu Arimbi did not want to feel disappointed, when the husband was acting out of his wishes, especially if he had to hear her husband talk about Rena.

****

Robi seemed to be still sitting while reading the books Abah gave him, he looked enthusiastic, not bored - his boss he asked Abah.

"Don't be too porsir, just a little, and start practicing, because our science will be awake if practiced",

"For example, today Nak Robi began to memorize short letters, so let him memorize, read the letter in every prayer, Insha Allah, his memorization will be awake" explained Abah.

"Change.., this is so much, what I will be able to learn all this", Robi holds one by one the books in front of him.

"God's Inshaa can, most importantly, know the key" Abah smiled.

"Key?, what key?", Robi looked at Abah.

"The key is to get knowledge and be facilitated in looking for it",

"How is Abah?", Robi looked back at Abah.

"That science belongs to God, we will get it from a teacher, so if we want to be facilitated in getting knowledge, we must obey the teacher, obey and obey the teacher", Abah smiled.

Robi looked mangosteen hearing every explanation from Abah.

"The main thing is to straighten out the intention first, seek knowledge to get God's Ridho, and do good to fellow humans, do not be arrogant, and remain humble when we have got what we are chasing",

"Next, complete the effort, do not just stand still, do not be quickly satisfied with what we have achieved, remember!, above the sky there is still the sky",

"Ikhlas only, all have been arranged, we just follow the path that already exists" explained Abah.

"If it is hard to see, if you think , it is difficult, how can we learn all this, but if you are sincere in living it, everything will feel light, and easy", Abah patted Robi's shoulder.

"All will be easy with the permission of God", Abah smiled.

"Just be excited, son!, Abah sure, you can, just learn the basics first, which is considered necessary, so that it is learned, can be directly practiced, so that it is memorized" Abah again advised",

"Well Abah", Robi smiled.

"Now Abah lives first, Abah also has something to learn for the lecture material tomorrow, if you are tired, rest first, there is already a bed, Abah has prepared", show Abah to the room next to him.

"Okay, thank you",

Abah left Robi alone in the reading room, he immediately went to his bedroom.

After Abah's death, Robi continued her studies. Robi began to explore the procedures of fardhu prayer and congregational prayer, along with his readings.

****

Marisa starts to feel troubled, she feels something has changed with her, she wants two weeks late, this may be the result of her free association with Dery, also with Briant.

This he had not dared to talk to Bi Iroh, his aunt would definitely feel embarrassed, and would definitely be very angry with him.

"Oh..., how is this?, if it really happened, my Aunt and I would definitely be kicked out of here" Marisa muttered.

He still seemed to be awake in his room.

Until there was a sound of quick footsteps and began to settle behind his house.

"Capture.!, catch.!, the sound of people shouting is getting closer to his house.

Despite her fear, Marisa begins to peek at the situation outside, she looks through the window slit.

There was nothing strange, but after that, he saw a black shadow in front of him, right in front of his face

"Dery..?, this is Dery, why is he here?", Marisa clearly saw Dery.

"But.kok, it looks like he's hiding?, from whom? Who's after him" Marisa muttered.

Marisa was still standing in front of the window of her room.

Up to two people who walked half-run approaching his house. "His memory?, quickly disappeared", one of the men spoke.

They passed by his house and passed down the alley . They soon returned and stopped in front of their house.

"No sir, maybe he's hiding, we're looking around here, last he looks here" one of them said.

They seemed to start looking, and Dery was increasingly restless, he seemed to start pushing the window of Marisa's room.

"I have to help Dery" Marisa muttered, slowly unlocking her window and "Bruk", Dery's body fell on her bed.

Marisa quickly locked the window.

"Aww", the shocked Dery complained in pain, but Marisa hurriedly covered Dery's mouth with her palm.

Dery glared at Marisa, but she fell silent. He realized there were two cops out there chasing him.

"No sir, he's not here" said the man from outside.

"Maybe he really got away, let's continue the chase", there was a conversation from two people out there.

And the two men, now left Marisa's house.

Slowly Marisa took her hands off Dery's mouth, the two of them now looked at each other, they did not expect, could meet again in very different circumstances.

Marisa appears to appear ordinary with her sleeping negligee, and without makeup. So did Dery, he now looks catty with his hair, and pursued by the Police as well.

"You?", they said simultaneously.

"Yes.., this is how I am now", bowed Marisa. Get her thoughts, this is Marisa's chance to make Dery responsible for everything that happens to her.

Marisa immediately hugged Dery, "I'm sorry", she said. Marisa deliberately tightened her embrace.

Dery, who initially wanted to be angry, now felt lured by Marisa's aggressive actions.

Dery returned Marisa's embrace. However, Marisa was in his heart.

His name is also a cat, not given any fish, he will seek and steal, this is his own fish that comes, yes immediately executed only. Know what they do next?.......

****

Ustad Fikri had already woken up to echo the initial adhan. Before going to the mosque, he went to the front gate first to check the security.

He found the gate still locked. "Faithful", he muttered. He immediately returned to the mosque, but his steps stopped when he saw someone coming out of the front door of Abah's house.

"Who was jan so soon", he muttered, he sharpened his eyesight, recognizing who was the one who had just come out of Abah's house.

"Robi...?, that's Robi....?, why is he at Abah's house?, the bottom of the thief?, ", growled Ustad Fikri. He was going to run after Robi, but Abah was not long out of his house.

"Change..., did Abah allow Robi to stay at his house?", exasperated Ustad Fikri.

"This cannot be allowed", Ustad Fikri clenched both his hands. He followed Abah from behind to the mosque.

***

In a rented house, a woman was busy making wet cakes, cakes that she would sell tomorrow at the market.

"Mom should meet you, I'm already missing, and to convince me that it's you, my son", he muttered as his hand continued to pull out the steamed sponge from the mold.