The Humaira Virtual Zone
Honest Statement.

Ghaza stared intently at a young man who was chatting with Humaira. Whoever that person was, or his own friend Ghaza did not accept at all if there was a person who was very familiar with the girl. Right, Ghaza had always had more feelings for Humaira. But he was reluctant to say, because he appreciated if Humaira considered him to be just a sister.

I don't know when that feeling was lodged in the bottom of his heart. Most importantly, he was trying to fix something. This week he will make a deposit to Habib Munzir, complete memorization of 30 Juz Qur'an with sanad connected to the Prophet of Allah shallahu alaihi wasallam. Something very proud of both of his parents. Making both of them this afternoon will be present to accompany Ghaza.

Ghaza deliberately invited Syafiq to join him to pick up his parents. It was unexpected that Humaira actually insisted on coming with them. Once Humaira Airport looks the way first, followed by Syafiq behind him. Leaving Ghaza with a burning feeling of jealous fire.

A few minutes walking, the three of them stopped on a bench in the waiting room. Sitting comfortably awaiting the arrival of Ghaza's parents.

Ting!

Ghaza stared at Humaira's flickering mobile phone screen. A WhatsApp message came in. The girl was still busy chatting with Syafiq. Discussing the world of lectures and the culinary world. Syafiq is the son of a famous chef in Indonesia. Without a doubt, Ghaza had permission to borrow Humaira's cell phone. Opens messages secretly without the permission of the owner of the phone.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh, you have to look at this!"

Ghaza stared at the message from Icha. After much deliberation he decided to reply to the message.

"Wa'alaikumussalam warrahmatullahi wabarokatuh, yes why Cha?"

"Look at this photo, it turns out Aa Alif is really married!"

Ghaza looked at Humaira who was still chatting with Shafiq. He stared at the girl, imagining how devastated Humaira would feel if she knew about this. Ghaza gazed back at a screenshot image sent by Icha. There was a young man wearing a white robe with a turban. Accompanied by a woman wearing a white robe, with access to flowers on the white Khimar she wears, do not forget the white veil of silk cloth that also covers part of her face.

Alif Fikri married a veiled woman a few hours ago. Ghaza looked back at Humaira, not finding the girl on the left side of the bench. Ghaza decided to sigh. But he was again toyed with by fate, when Humaira who is now on the right side of the chair while reading a message on the phone he was holding.

Humaira looked at Ghaza while shaking her head slowly, Ghaza smiled gently while nodding once. Humaira wants to shed her tears. But he could not do it, so his heart ache pierced the happy news. Didn't expect an Alif Fikri that he thought was like giving sure hope. Even getting him back hurt. A few days ago, on June 30, Alif asked him for a prayer. Humaira thought it was just a joke. Besides Alif said next month, now it is already July 7. Counted one week from Alif asking for prayer. But the young man had officially married a veiled girl.

"I think he prank me the cake before," said Humaira staring me at Ghaza who was now burning with emotions that began to overflow.

"Ikhlasin yes brother."Syafiq came with three bottles of drink cup, indeed he said goodbye to look for cold drinks.

"Allah, I don't know how to respond. Get rid of the wedding! Marriage is also gone! when is the wedding?"

"Now can too."Ceplos Ghaza with his signature whimper.

"Teh me if I were to be absolutely destroyed, teteh strong yes! I'm sure it'll get through all this. I'm really upset with Aa Alif. Wicked him!"

Ghaza looked at Humaira who was still reading a slow message from Icha on his mobile phone. He looked at Humaira while smiling warmly.

"I'm fine!"humaira comments when she finds Shafiq's gaze turning into a look of mercy.

"I'm happy for him, I'm happy for him! you don't have to worry!"

Ghaza showed Icha a reply message to the owner of the phone, after seeing Humaira nodding a sign of approval. Ghaza sent the reply.

It did not feel like time had rolled quickly, until the three of them were made aware by a couple who immediately embraced Ghaza. Humaira believes they are Ghaza's parents. Unlike the Shafiq who already knew the two, he immediately shook hands with Ghaza's father and cupped his hands to Ghaza's mother.

"Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. sorry son, you guys were waiting too long for the plane to be pending for 1 hour."Ghaza's mother asked for understanding.

The three children answered the greetings of the mother. Humaira introduced herself, as well as Abi Rashad and Umi Laila as Ghaza's parents.

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GOR Pesantren Ar-risalah is filled with various kinds of flowers and other decorative trinkets. It looks so beautiful when it has been decorated in such a way. In the framework of Tahfiz Al-Qur'an graduation this year, they have guests from Indonesian universities. Who else if not the entourage of Ghaza and his friends.

Some people invited their parents to put on a crown. Later the memorizers of the Quran will give the crown to the beloved mother. Same with Ghaza's parents. They are here to witness the success of the child. All dressed in white clothes. Humaira looks beautiful with a white abaya that she is wearing.

Ghaza approached Humaira, giving him a crown-shaped brooch. Humaira received it with both eyebrows linked.

"Make what?"

"I can't give you the crown yet, so Bro, yes, our children will be loving."Ghaza asked Humaira to wear the brooch on the rectangular hijab the girl was wearing.

After putting it up, Humaira looked at Ghaza with a strange feeling. He was confused by what Al-Ghazali meant.

"I'm sorry if I'm being so presumptuous and disrespectful, if I can deliver. I have the same intention of you, if you want. God willing, next month we can get married. It just so happens that my parents are here, so you can help me make your application,"Ghaza spread a smile as bright as the weather this morning.

Humaira was at a loss for words. He stared into Ghaza's bead of eyes, not finding the lie there he could only sigh.

"Don't Joke Al! We are 8 years old, Al!"emphatically Humaira tried to resuscitate Ghaza from the error.

"Good is about numbers, love comes from God, I don't mean it. Just think well. I'm here in God until next week, I'm waiting for the answer yes. Then excuse me, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh."

Humaira stared at Ghaza's departure, she answered the young man's greeting softly. Sighing back he thought about what was happening at this moment.