The Tarnished Holy
Fikhar's coming!

My heart beat faster as the car I was driving entered the yard of Nafisah's house. It's not Thursday, I came here to fulfill Hashim's call telling me to come to this Maghrib . I don't know what he wants to do to me .Either to explain that his daughter was in a nod, to escape misunderstanding, being judged or whether or not, but to be honest I was not really ready for this fact .

I paused for a moment, trying to catch my breath as my sight seized the two-story house.

Then in the next second I froze, a pair of neutrals I did not dare even just to look at another object .It's too beautiful just to miss .How not , the face that I missed for a month is standing there, on the balcony staring at the sun that is about to sink.

But , there are those who then make this chest tight .When his hands were trying to dry his tears, he was still crying a lot, I was really afraid that his eyes were hurt because he was crying too much. "Lord, redeem those tears with happiness even if I am not the one next to her !" I pray in my heart, hope God hears .

Let them think of me as a coward, let me not care .The important thing is that I can look at it at will, without any hatred, without being shouted at .Let me be like this & look at his face from a distance until satisfied even though it is far away like this .

The girl has a tiny nose, but looks cute .Her lips were thin in natural red color, while her skin was pure white .Her eyes are big, but what I like about her is the black woof that I often see under her eyes .

I admit, I'm used to seeing beautiful women .From blonde to jet black .From the mini-nosed to the pointed or from the narrow-eyed to large .I almost found it, but I don't know..The definition of beautiful like her in my opinion would be more suitable if pinned to Nafisah. The girl is really pretty, but so natural .In her face, I always had peace and in her face I often realized that the beauty of God was so real .

I don't know what makes him so perfect in my eyes . Either because he is an ustadzah who understands the science of religion and in love with many mankind .Or because of the morals which he said had bewitched who had met him, come .I thought I was late with an obsession but only one I knew .My heart could shake even more violently, if only to hear his name .

There is a feeling that rises in the heart, then affects every thing in my life .And I feel, all my life I've just felt this kind of feeling.

I'm disappointed in my interview .My eyes scoured all over, but I was fully aware that he was no longer there.

There were a few pairs of eyes that looked at me with interest as soon as I got out of the car .Not want to be arrogant, but I am used to it like this .He said I was handsome, yeah ..I fully realize that the beauty of the same mami papi managed to descend to his two children so perfectly .

"From the city, huh ?" I jumped in shock as soon as a man in a white mask patted my shoulder slowly. I estimate his age has reached sixty-five years.

"Yes sir, I'm from Jakarta !" Say after before her greet her first .

Honestly my heart is so grateful with the greeting of the elderly man .Because before I was confused, to step my feet where .To the house that Nafis lives in?, there's no way ! Indeed, I have not dared to put my face in front of him.

I came to this place of science in need of struggle in choosing clothes, even though in the end I still decided to wear plain white shirt, black pants .The hunchback I bought impromptu by the roadside like her wasn't so bad for me to wear.

"where are you going ?" I think that question sounds strange in my hearing .This alley I passed through was a dead end, and I did not find the grounds of the people's houses around her . There's only Kyai Hasyim's house here ..The others are places of children santri, mosques and there is one large building whose name I do not know. I think, that's where the students learn religious science later .

"Well son, rarely do you know there are young people especially city people who pay attention to their prayers .Salute to you . It's not wudhu yet,ayo !"The fathers patted me on the shoulder, and then we went together .

"Whose name is it, son ?" He asked, and I was secretly grateful because these questions from my father momentarily dispelled my anxiety that had made me forget how to breathe.

"My name is Fikhar, Pak !"Answer me briefly .

"Son Fikhar already has a wife, or a girlfriend ?" His hand again seemed so curious .

"It just so happens not to have been sir, still in the process of ihtiar .Do'a in yes sir, hopefully soon found !" Answer me politely .Make no mistake 'boborok as soon as I stay taught with what is called courtesy towards people older than us.

"What a coincidence , my father also had a girl who was not married .His son is beautiful son Fikhar, suppose son Fikhar wants, later after finishing dealing with kyai Hashim can stop by the father's house !" He said so excited .

I smiled, and heaved a sigh of relief as soon as the Maghrib prayer echoed .

"I go first sir, take Wudhu !"

I hurriedly said, trying to divert the question before her .

"oh, mango - mango .."The fathers allowed. I was in a hurry to leave her. Don't talk about girls yet, because Nafisah is still the ruling girl who has colonized my heart .

I stood up, watching the santri-santri who had taken ablution water . I just learned the procedure one day, even then only in a guidebook .I noted in my heart that I would later go to Bi May's house to ask about her movements .

As much as I can I wudhu .I know, a few pairs of eyes let alone children staring at me wonder .Hello, is there something wrong ? ah, of course, he's just learning.

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sorry for the many typo, here I write his eyes are heavy .

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