The Love of Habib
Chapters 28.4

I waved to Ratna across there. He had just finished an assignment at the library. Smiling wryly, when I came to him, I accidentally turned my face towards Danis and Alisha's sister. It was purely unintentional. But what I didn't expect was the gazes we both met. I was stunned because Brother Danis happened to be staring at me. The look in her cold, firm eyes instantly reminded me of the day she was me who was not praying.

His eyes were exactly like this moment. There was no smile, no sweetness or tenderness that I saw when she interacted with Alisha's sister. My heart was once again stung, painful. Not strong, my eyes immediately turned away not having the courage to look again. I maintained my smile as I rushed over to Ratna at the library door.

"It's over?"

Ratna replied, "It's been. Let's go back to the dorm. This afternoon I have to go back to my hometown, so I don't have much time to spend in the boarding house."

As Ratna was about to return to her home soon, she urged to return to the dormitory as soon as possible. As a result we both ran small towards the dormitory, ignoring the scenery behind, I pretended never to see anything that made my heart ache. But for sure after today I began to dictate to myself not to dream back. Because falling is not fun. It feels too painful. And the pay is too expensive.

Huh, uh,

"Who am I? Wishing to a good man, why don't I look up before I start putting my heart to a man?"

It's a shame not to look at the time and place or who I fell in love with. Because if it is fate, the feeling will come by itself.

And I'm stupid to still serve it.

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At 08.00 pm arrive at downtown A and soon meet with relatives of his mother. He was well received and a friendly smile was pleasing, a lie if he did not feel happy with the hospitality of the people in his Mama's family. It's just that the heart can't accept all that easily. Let's say that up to this size she has never met them, people who are said to be her Mama's relatives. And after 18 years he was finally reunited with them, surely this heart had a sense of awkwardness regardless of the blood relationship between the two of them.

"Aish come here, from today you will sleep in this room. This is the room where your mother used to live. Even though we haven't lived in many years, we still clean and take good care of this room." Aunt Arum invites Aish into a room on the 2nd floor.

This house is very big with a big family in it. If considered well, this family background is much stronger than his father's family. For example in financial affairs. Their financial strength is clearly displayed through this house. This house is very large and spacious, but it is very strange in it is quite simple. There are no expensive urns like those that wealthy families out there should have. There are also no displays of beauty paintings in every corner of this house, instead there are paintings, but this house is even filled with very beautiful Arabic calligraphy writing. There are also pictures of the ancients. At first glance Aish knew that they were a generation of houses from the past because each of their eyes bore a resemblance to the Habib Alamsyah and the elders in this house.

"Do you like roses?" In the corner of the room was a red rose tree.

Not too high but not too small. From the veined trunk of his tree, Aish guessed that this tree might have been here for many years. Could it be that his mother really liked roses to plant them in the room directly?

Seeing the red roses in the corner of this room, Aunt Arum's smile expanded. He walked lightly and touched the petals of the rose that were burning beautifully with a smell that spoiled the sense of smell.

"It wasn't your mom who planted it. But it was Grandfather who planted this flower for Grandma as a form of seriousness when they married. Since this was Grandpa's gift to Grandma, this flower is well cared for and has a fairly long history. Because the grandmother could not care for the plant, this flower was once entrusted to other relatives to be treated properly. It was only after your Mama was big enough that this flower finally returned to this house and was planted here with the approval of grandparents. Nobody in this house likes to plant except your Mama, not even your aunt, so naturally this flower is cared for by your Mama until she finally leaves." Aunt Rumi smiled faintly.

His eyes flickered with a sense of nostalgia that could not be hidden. Truly, the memories that occurred for many years were as if they were dancing in his eyes. He could not hide how much he missed his heart to the figure of a brother who was always his front cover when facing injustice in the world.

"So after that who took care of this flower?" Aish pretends not to see the longing behind Aunt Rumi's eyes. It wasn't that he didn't want to sympathize, rather he didn't know what to say because he wasn't a good talker.

"Of course, treated by us. Inevitably we ourselves take care of it, otherwise how could this flower grow to this day?" He then turned his head towards Aish, his eyes narrowing as he looked directly at the clear apricot's eyes.

Aish blinked uncomfortably.

"Aunt Rumi, can I rest first? I feel like my body is a little sore after a long trip." Not to mention that he immediately separated from Habib Khalid after entering this house.

His heart was very upset. What is it with this family he thought?

Why he and Habib Khalid could not speak for long, it was okay if they did not stay together because that was what habib Khalid wanted. But it would be very annoying if the two of them were forced to separate, and did not even speak for long after setting foot in this house. Aish understood what they were feeling, but it was not his fault if they wanted to reminisce about him because from the beginning of the family it was this who broke off the relationship with his mother first. If this family did not break their relationship, then Aish would not feel too awkward. They started it, now they want to monopolize it, honestly, Aish doesn't like the way they do. So irritating.

"Oh, astagfirullah. Because it's too cool to talk, auntie forgot you haven't rested. Let's rest. If you need anything in this house, just call another aunt or family. They won't mind and are happy to help you." Aunt regretfully paused her intention to talk things over to Aish.

Being too excited to see Aish return home, his brain immediately spun quickly providing many topics of conversation to bring the family relationship between the two of them closer. But it seems like she forgot to read the situation to the point of making Aish feel uncomfortable.

"Of course, aunt. I'll call you if you need anything. I won't be shaken."

"Good, rest well. Never feel awkward here because this house is also your home. You're part of this family so don't take it for yourself." Said aunt Rumi would not want to talk much so that her nephew is not too awkward to be in this house.

Aish nodded obediently. He was really tired right now and didn't want to talk much.

Seeing Aish's tired face, Rumi's aunt smiled helplessly, giving in, "Okay, auntie will wake you up tomorrow morning after breakfast is made. Rest."

Cclack

After the door of the room was completely shut tightly Aish was finally able to breathe leisurely. He put his things next to the bed. Then walk through this room carefully as if looking for the existence or traces left by Mama in this room.

This room looks outdated, maybe because of its age is 'old', but even so it remains well maintained. Inside this room was one old wooden bookcase that was very sturdy and strong. From a distance this wood looks quite fragile, as if it could collapse because of a row of piles of old books arranged neatly without empty space. But when Aish's hand touched the wood, she felt that the texture of this wood was very hard and solid, clearly not as fragile as her appearance just now.

"Mama seems like a book enthusiast. With this serious hobby you shouldn't fall in love with Dad." Bistik Aish taunts his Mama.

"Hem, Mama is not a picky person when it comes to feelings. Shit he ended up choosing Dad." Gerrutu Aish blames his Mama's aesthetic on choosing a life partner.

After looking at the books carelessly, she turned to walk to her Mama's closet. This is a wooden cabinet, made of the same wood as that bookcase. When Aish opened the closet, she was stunned by the pile of books. There were no clothes and only physical handicapped books. Some have lost their covers, some have had their sheets torn to burn marks. Everything is in the closet.

"Well, now I know that part of my more dominant character comes from Dad." He shook his head while closing the closet door.

Not getting anything or anything surprising from her Mama's closet, she then walked towards the red rose that lived well in the corner of the room. Aish touched one of the rose petals, the fragrance was fragrant, but Aish preferred the fragrance of the rose from the wooden prayer beads that Khalid had given her some time ago. In addition to fragrant, fragrant roses in prayer beads that always remind him of the figure of a man who has dominated his heart. Remembering habib Khalid is a sedative in him. Because just remembering her smile, Aish knew that she was no longer alone in this world.

"We've just split up but I've started to miss him. I'm so spoiled." Shaking his head helplessly, he then went to pick up the items beside the bed.

Put it on the bed and open it one by one. Some of his belongings were brought home by Habib Khalid. Aish only left a small portion here because he would not stay in this house for long. It was not he who made this decision, but it was Habib Khalid who made this decision as they chatted on the way to the city.

"Eh, what is this?" Aish found a small box inside the folds of her clothes.

His memory is very good. Let alone carrying this box together, just look at it just this time. It was only natural that he was astonished.

Frowning. Curious, the slender hand stretched out to take the box. Carrying the box forward, he watched the box carefully. It's a small rectangular box, light blue with a white ribbon wrapped around it. When it was shaken, no sound could be heard from inside this box. In addition to not having a voice, this box also feels very light which makes him more curious.

"Could this be from brother Khalid?" He asked while embarrassed.

You see, only one man in this world would treat himself kindly and sincerely, and always act with unexpected scenarios. The answer is definitely habib Khalid. If not him, who else could touch his personal belongings freely?

"Bismillah." Slowly the white tape was pulled. After that he opened the lid of the box and only found a small piece of white paper.

Now there is an explanation why this box feels light and does not make a sound when shaken. Apparently inside this box was only a small piece of paper. But although small and did not have a heavy burden, he suspected that what was written in the paper was far more valuable than jewelry or other items.

"You need jewelry or not, whatever Khalid's brother loves me is always precious to me." Whisper to yourself.

"What does Khalid's brother write here? Why would Khalid's brother prefer to write here rather than speak directly to me? Is there anything Khalid's brother can't tell me?" Just thinking about it made his curiosity even more explosive.

So without waiting any longer, he immediately took the paper and unfolded it with a breath of breath. Em, as if he was running a marathon, the effect had come this far. And,

Deg

2 More days, please prepare yourself, my soul mate, Aisha Rumaisha.

The writing is not much, there are only a few words, but the effect is really very extraordinary for Aish. Long stunned, his body suddenly trembled until warm tears one by one began to fall from the eye fertilizer. This is his psychological reaction to receiving news or surprises that have long been expected. He thought it took him a while to be together, but it didn't really take long. In just two more days, he will officially have a new world and a life companion responsible for world affairs as well as his afterlife.

"God has come at last.The happiness that You promised me, the fruit of my patience and tears, thank you God." He cannot utter words other than endless gratitude to the Creator, the Supreme Scenario of the Unexpected.

To this day, he remembers that everything that happened to him was a dream. Everything is like a dream for him. So fantasy as to question itself, is this self still conscious and sane?

Isn't this self really crazy from hallucinating too much?

But whenever he felt in this position, many times Allah subhanahu wa ta'ala sent surprise after surprise to show him that everything really happened. This was not a dream nor was it a hallucination, but rather the real world he was going through.

"Yes Allah... My Lord... Truly the favor You have given me today I will never be wasted in this life. Verily I promise You, O God, and I solemnly keep my promise. He who loves me, who fights me with all his heart, and treats me with sincerity as if I were the only one in his eyeballs, I promise never to let go until I meet death. Even in the hereafter, I want to be the only angel for her. To be the only wife who will accompany him in the world and in the hereafter. O Allah for her sake I am willing to be a selfish woman, a woman who makes jealous of the heavenly angels because she is only for me and not for them. I want to be selfish.By being with her, I will be that woman. The woman whom the heavenly angels despised for my service to Brother Khalid, I want to be envied by them for the great love I feel for my brother Khalid, I want to be envied by them, I am determined to make our home a field of heaven until Allah is pleased with us and the heavenly angels are jealous of me. Allahu Rabbi, I leave everything to You. I know You will never forsake Your surrendered servants. Please listen to my servant, God..."