The Destiny of Love Rania
CHAPTER 27(MESSAGE OF LOVE FROM HIM)

The clock has shown at 02.00 in the morning, but the eyes of Fitra did not want to be closed. His drowsiness disappeared already and was replaced with curiosity about an object in his hand at this time. The thing that turned out to be a book. Yach!! Books that some days always make him curious and impatient to finish the content of reading a fairly thick book.

Fitra pervades the word for word contained in the book. Word by word that becomes a beautiful sentence and arousing readers, including himself. The way the speaker is so simple, honest and what it is. Fitra could capture this, and Fitra was convinced that the author also had such a soul.

Fitra was again swept away in his reading. And he stopped at a sentence that made his heart even more touched.

Time to Paint that Love...

If the word is a piece of heart, then I want this word, which is interwoven from the letters in my conscience Tuk to do'a...

That God may always present in your heart my love for you...

Just so you know that I love you forever...

That you may always see the twinkle of love in my eyes...

So that you can understand and understand every word I say to you is do'a that I want to be with you forever…

Together, holding each other's fingers, until our steps to His Heaven…

Because Love is colorless, it becomes orange as you mean it, and it becomes yellow, blue, and red as you want it...

Because Love for me is like a collection of narratives about honesty and courage about anger and compassion...

For Love is a unique and unspeakable painting, for it drowns us in wishful thinking and in eternal dreams and my love for you is a paradise I cannot enter without you…

Fitra smiled broadly. So clever this writer put the word together. The stronger the curiosity in the heart of Fitra to know who the author named Rania Nazwa is? He wanted to meet and just exchange ideas maybe, because Fitra admitted in writing he sometimes still had difficulties and wanted to get new knowledge from the author of the book painting in the blue sky.

A few minutes later, the sleepiness finally came. The phytra evaporated several times. It was time for him to sleep, and the blue-covered book was finished. There is a sense of satisfaction in his own heart because he has finished reading the book. And tomorrow he will continue to read the second book of Rania Nazwa, from the title alone is able to make curiosity and big question marks in the mind of Fitra.

‘When Love Because Allah’ Fitra repeated several times the title of the book. The author is not only good at stringing words, he is also good at storing curiosity for readers. A very mysterious writer. Fitra was more and more interested in getting to know him more deeply. But, how is it going? Fitra thought, a moment later a brilliant idea suddenly appeared. Why he did not ask for complete data plus photos and numbers that can be contacted through the publisher. Isn't the book publisher herself and Rania Nazwa the same? Da... Fitra nodded her head in agreement with her idea that came suddenly

Before going to bed, Fitra to pray tahajud 2 rakaat. Caught up in the third of the night he was still awake. Fitra was washed away in the precariousness of her tahajud that night. After the prayer, he prayed long. In his prayer he asked forgiveness from His Oft-Forgiving Lord, for his sin and his parents. Fitra asks for the way of kindness, guidance and ease in everything that will be faced. Not to forget also Fitra asked for a way to be met with his heresy....

“Robbi Hablii Milladunka Zaujatan Thoyyibah Akhtubaha Wa Atazawwaj Biha Watakuna Shohibatan Lii Fiddini Waddunyaa Wal Ajiroh…. O Allah, Give me the best wife by Your side, the wife I am applying for and marrying and the wife who is my friend in the affairs of the world and the Hereafter”

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Exactly at 07.00 wib Fitra is neat and ready to go to the Hidayatullah mosque which is still in the residential complex area. Coincidentally on the morning of the week Fitra was invited to fill a youth study event.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Yes... Siip Bos, ne already want to go there” Fitra seemed to talk to someone through his phone.

“Hmmm... wah.. wah... directly changed the profession of a child mama... from a nurse to a nurse…”, said Mama Fitra when she saw her only son down with the appearance of a famous ustad. Fitra laughed when she heard the mama's teasing.

“Alhamdulilah Ma, Fitra was given confidence by them. whereas Fitra felt the science of Fitra was still lacking Ma, still had a lot to learn again.” said Fitra humbled himself.

“Mama is proud of you Fitra.. you are actually worthy of being an ustad....a preacher like that.” said Mama again.

“Aamiin.. but Ma, for Fitra.. being a Ustad is not a profession or work Ma, but. more lead to an obligation.”.

“Obligation..?” Her mother asked bungent.

“Iya Ma, as we know that preaching is the same as delivering a good thing, whatever it is and however small it is that is important with regard to His commandments and prohibitions. Well, it is mandatory. but, before we must have knowledge first Ma, so that what is delivered is not deviated from the law syara’..” said Fitra softly.

“Mya sech.. mama understands, but... sometimes we are not necessarily as perfect as what we will tell others, you understand right? For example, gini. we tell people to do this, but we ourselves have not done it routinely, so. feel not fit, ngak fit… so the preacher deserves to be held by the ustad-ustad which is his religious knowledge is already high, not an ordinary person like a mother or father… if you sech already almost entered the criteria ustad sech mama look...”.

“Alhamdulilaah... Fitra always tried to be able to Ma, because God did not judge the results we will achieve but our efforts.... where have we reached?” replied Fitra while sitting next to her mother who was ready with their breakfast. Not long after, Papa Fitra was out of the room. And they had breakfast together – the same.

After that, Fitra was very happy. He walked to the Hidayatullah Mosque which was not too far from his house. Mumpung is still morning and the air is cool and clean, Fitra uses it to just exercise on foot. In the middle of the road, the sound of the motor horn slightly startled him. Fitra looked back.

“Asslamu’alaikum, Fitra.. why walk?” the friendly greeting of the motorbike owner made Fitra widen his smile, it turns out Ryan. His best friend since childhood.

“Deliberately Yan, mumpung is still morning. All sports”

“hehehe.. ntar late Loh, let alone you it will be a day today. Who will give a talk. Ayok.. with me..”.

“Lah..you, my intention to exercise on foot so failed total nech.” said Fitra with a laugh.

“Hahaha... Fitra, Fitra... sports can be later.. which is clear now you are again awaited by the mosque teenagers. they are impatient to listen to your extraordinary study..”.

Finally Fitra complied and got on Ryan's bike. Ryan is also one of the most active mosque teenagers, although not as a speaker but he is a very cooperative committee.

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On the morning of that sunny day, Fitra deliberately gave the theme of his study on Islamic Youth anti-plagiarism. Incidentally, following the study was devoted to teenage boys. Fitra took the topic because honestly his chest had ached several times when he heard the rise of brawls that often occur in the teenage environment, especially those who are still in school uniform, both Junior High and High School.

Fitra explained that there are 4 main causes of brawl. First, because teenagers are labile. Where there is an attitude of teenagers who quickly get angry, even his emotions are not balanced with the use of his reason, plus his faith is very low.  Second, because his family has problems. Fitra asserts often parents apply wrong and repressive parenting or do continuous emphasis – continuously. Third, because school management is sometimes ambiguous. Not only the students, but the lessons are not imprinted or even the lessons that do not shape the ethics of decency and religious norms.  And the fourth last is due to the influence of television shows that present sadism, vulgarism, and hedonism that teach solving problems with physical strength alone.

Therefore, the complete solution in overcoming this brawl is to return to Islam. The purpose of education is to give birth to an Islamic personality. The subject matter is also directed to foster patterns of thought and behavior that are built from Islamic aqidah.

Finally, Fitra gave some tips to teenagers to avoid futile actions such as following the brawl. The main thing is not to show emotion. Fitra advised to face problems with a cold head and heart. Like the word of the Prophet SAW. “whoever restrains anger, when he can satisfy his expulsion, then later on the day of the Resurrection, Allah will call him before all beings. Then he was told to choose bidadari sekendaknya” (HR. Abu Dawud –At - Tirmidhi).

The delivery of the material by Fitrapun was finally completed. Fitra is grateful that he can control the audience and get a positive response from them. At first it was nervous but after being lived everything became ordinary.

“Subhanallah Fitra.. true my guess, you are indeed skilled to be seoarang ustad. insyaAllah if there is a teenage mosque event again you will invite me to be a speaker again” Ryan said when the event was finished and Fitra was ready to go home.

“Syukron Yan, InsyaAllah... if there are no obstacles I will meet your invitation again..you are also great, as the chairman of the committee has been successful in making this event go well” Fitra praised back.

“Oya, this.. you take yes..” Ryan greets the envelope to Fitra's hand. Fitra immediately brushed it off.

“Sorry Yan, you don't know me. You know me how long you been trying? And I think you already know my principles, right?” said Fitra with a smile. Ryan was just shaking his head because he knew that Fitra would not be willing to accept payment every time he filled a lecture.

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The next day, Fitra went to the publishing house. There he met Irwan, his former high school friend who also worked in the publication.

“Where Wan? Can I get a photo and a full bio of a writer named Rania Nazwa now?”

“Sorry Sob, it's not as easy as I imagined it turned out. The author's close friend gave it, he needed to ask permission first the same in Rania. He would not dare to give without his permission.” Reply Irwan.

“Ooh.. Then I want this nitip to be just like him. About when is he here again?”

“I don't know either. I never met him either, because he was like keeping his form the same as ours. Who came to deliver the book yes his close friend, if not the wrong name Raisya. We asked Raniaya where, he replied again obstructed..”.

“No matter what, you just love his friend it” said Fitra later.

“What is this one?” irwan asked as he received a blue envelope.

“A mere greeting of admiration for the contents of his book”

“Hahahaha.. letter yes... gini day is still a letter-suratan...” ledek Irwan.

“Not... just a Message and impression from me...”.

“What message? Message of Love, hahahaha...................” Irwan laughed out loud.

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A blue envelope stopped in front of her as Rania was busy diving into her writing in front of the laptop.

“What is this?” Rania asked confusedly to Raisya who was sitting on her bed.

"The deposit of ‘someone’” Raisya replied with a naughty smile.

“Who?” Rania is getting curious.

“Open aja first”

Carefully Rania opened the envelope. There's a piece of paper in it. Also blue, the beloved color of the sender probably, Rania thought in her mind.

“From Fitra Riandi..” said Rania and then stared intently at Raisya.

“Iya Rania, she's your secret admirer, she's a writer too. Wanting to know you, he was amazed by your writing. That's what I heard from Irwan”

“Oohh..”.

“Loh kok only ‘Oohh’?”

“I also want to read her book, Raisya.. can ask you please ngak, I want to read her book. How?”

“Ya easy, just ask Irwan. Later yes..”

Now Rania's mind refocused on the blue piece of paper. What is it? Slowly he opened the paper. Raisya who was sitting on the bed immediately moved to where Rania was sitting.

Silent. Raisya's voice broke the silence.

“Message of Love from Him. Give me Inspiration Yes Rabb........” said Raisya. Read the big headline on the top of the paper. Rania took a breath. Then the two of them drifted away in the long writing.

“Assalamu’alikum Wr.Wb. Greetings to Rania Nazwa, I'm Fitra. Honestly, I'm very interested in your books that I find very evocative and inspiring. Previously, if my letter seemed presumptuous because somehow there is a sense that wants to greet you and know you….. After all, I also happen to be a novice writer who is still hungry for knowledge.not only do I even all humans in this universe need a science. However, there are various ways that they can do to get the knowledge…. Just like the way I think it is possible through a letter that my friend said impressed this ancient can be a gap for me to explore the science of writing from you. I hope you can accept and understand it yes, yes, because if not through this short letter how else can I greet you? Didn't you leave an address or phone number? Its’ok, it does not matter.it is a principle of life and every human being has the right to maintain its principle as long as it does not deviate from the provisions of Allah Swt. Okay. Syukron has taken the time to read this letter, I do not look forward to replies just want to convey the message and impression only.. Walaikumusalam Wr.Wb..

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