The Destiny of Love Rania
CHAPTER 19 (ELECTION PROCESS)

The call of the dawn broke the silence of the moment. The chosen servants of Allah, who were moved to fulfill the call, went straight to the mosque. Water that was still so cold wet some of their limbs, the nerves in the body were awakened from their rest.

One by one people came to a fairly large mosque in the city, the mosque named Ikhlas Mosque, who have hopes that people who come and pray there can be sincere in dealing with the challenges of life that they will, are and have faced.

An Imam of the mosque in Ikhlas Mosque was ready for his position, and noticed his congregation was quite crowded at dawn. Thank goodness, at least this as a sign there is still a strong human faith to fight the drowsiness that controls themselves at dawn that feels cold .

“Saf is straight and neat” said the priest in a soft voice but still heard to the back row.

A second later a sweet and loud voice was heard from the young priest's speech in chanting the holy verses of the Quran, so eloquent and almost perfect. So missed by the usual knowledge imitated by him.

At the first rakaat, the young Imam read the letter of Ar-Rahman. Where in the letter repeatedly the same sentence in the chant, the sentence derived from the substance of the Almighty.

“Fabiayyi ‘alaairabbikuma tukajzibaan.. then which favor of your Lord do you deny?”

The sentence is like the insinuation of the Lord to man, God wants to affirm to man that so much God has given pleasure to man during life in this world such as the pleasure of life, health, health, and health, sustenance and so forth that if counted can not be a single human who can count it but most of the human beings do not appreciate the favor, even deny it. Then Allah always repeats the sentence, so that people will be aware of the favors that Allah has given.

On the rakaat both Imam of the mosque read the letter of An-Naba’, which invites people to reflect for a moment about the big news that will befall their lives. Great news about the coming of the day of the resurrection, when the trumpet is blown. Hell is a place for those who transgress and who deny His revelations, while Heaven is a place for those who are righteous and who gain victory in return from God who keeps the heavens and the earth.

“Assalamu’alaikum, aki... how are you?” Fauzan greeted the Imam of the mosque after he finished reading his dhikr and long prayers.

“Walaikumusalam.. Ohh.. Mas Fauzan, Subhanallah... long time no see, how are you?”

“Alhamdulilah, Incredibly healthy aki.. aki healthy too right?”

“Yach. As aki see”

Fauzan talked with the young imam who was quite famous among the people who studied in the city, in addition to being the Imam of the mosque and Ustad, he was also a lecturer at an Islamic university, he teaches about the science of dawah.

“What family? Healthy too?” Ask the Imam to Fauzan.

“Alhamdulilah, healthy wife and my son happen to be less healthy. Maklumah aki.. again hard-wearing so often fall, generally overwhelmed to keep it, but still patient kok” Fauzan story. The young priest smiled, drawing from his face how much he also wanted to feel the mischief of his baby later.

“Afwan earlier aki, was it true a few days ago aki there mikhitbah akhwat?” Ask Fauzan.

“Yes. Benar” Answer.

“Nah, incidentally aki.. I am sure aki would like to get an answer as soon as possible from the newspaper, right?”

“Ahh.. aki Fauzan knows ne” he said while joking.

“Pictures of the face aki kok” said Fauzan as if teasing. The imam of the mosque was increasingly embarrassed.

“Masa’?” tanyanya did not believe.

“True. Coincidentally akhwat the akhi khitbah was my wife's one halaqohan friend. And. sometime around 7 they'll be here. Ukhti Nazwa will directly give the answer to aki”

“Subhanallah. Happy and surprising news aki Fauzan.” His comments happily. After that, before the sunlight appeared they filled the time with Tadabbur Quran, followed by some pilgrims who had not returned home. In the midst of the Qur'an, the priest and the ustad are ceaselessly praying in the heart.

‘May Nazwa my soul mate’ said that it turns out to be ustad Foury. Arab-faced man and cairo graduate who had been preaching Nazwa a few days ago.

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“You have prepared the answer, right Naz?” Ask Sarah on the way to Ikhlas Mosque. Early in the morning Sarah had come to Nazwa's innocence and picked him up, they went to use Sarah's car.

“InsyaAllah, kak” replied Nazwa steady. Even so still his heart still holds a little displeasure, he is afraid that this decision will make him regret later, but Nazwa again grows his confidence, he said, he had prayed isthikarah about 5 times and the result remained the same, he was more and more convinced this was the instruction from his Lord.

“May your answer later be the best answer for you and ustad Fory Nazwa, I am sure. Neither you nor Fory should be able to accept it”

“Iya kak” replied Nazwa.

The journey, which took only 10 minutes, finally ended, Nazwa and Sarah got out of the car and walked straight into the mosque. Inside the mosque was deserted. There were only about 5 people and one of them was Fauzan and Fory who were ready to welcome the two of them.

Nazwa stepped up for sure. Without a single doubt. Although his heart trembled somewhat when Ustad Fory's gaze was caught in his eyes. A hopeful and loving look. It was clearly visible in the Ustad's eye.

When they got close, they all greeted each other. Ustad Foury asked Nazwa for news, Nazwa replied that he was fine. Then they sat down, Nazwa sitting next to Sarah. He did not dare to raise his head, from then on he just looked down. A moment later, Fauzan opened the conversation, explaining the core of the morning's problem because he understood very well the current situation, a situation that makes the atmosphere tense if left too long.

“Ukhti Nazwa, I think can be given an answer now. Ustad Fory is waiting for answers ukhti” said Fauzan.

Nazwa took a deep breath. It was time for him to speak. It should not look tense, relax.. Nazwa whispered to himself.

“After going through Istikharah prayer about 5 times, and still there is only one clue that appears and there is only one answer that will be given. The answer is.. Hhhmmm.. I. reject the proposal…. Excuse me…. Thousand times sorry ustad...” Nazwa said loudly and clearly.

The firm answer from Nazwa made the three humans who heard it turn to Nazwa simultaneously. Sarah and her husband Fauzan were disappointed and hoped Nazwa was wrong and pulled his words just now. So did Fory, his face was immediately moody, looking down while several times taking a deep breath with a mouth that was comat kamit, I don't know what he said.

“You're sure Nazwa?” Ask Sarah to tell Nazwa that her decision was wrong.

“Yakin. Very sure” heard the words of confidence that came out of Nazwa's words made the couple give up, no longer asking Nazwa.

“Ya. It's okay Ustad Foury finally replied after being able to master himself and throw away his disappointment even though not entirely but he tried to accept Nazwa's decision. Maybe Nazwa is not his match. Perhaps his soul mate is still far away, or is near to stay the matter of time, Fory tried to comfort his heart which was troubled due to the rejection of the Nazwa.

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