The True Love
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Rangga saw it the first time a year ago. At the campus mosque when he had just taken off ablution. Accidentally, their eyes crossed. The girl held on for a bit before finally looking down and slowly passing by.

There is attached to the heart of Rangga The girl is veiled, The style of purple hue. la looks so graceful White veil that covers her hair and neck beautifies her face. Especially with clear eyeballs like boarding girls who have never touched a man's hand. His tall posture, with his big nose, reminded him of the Arab girls he often saw on television. But the most distinctive is probably his lips. Red is real - and so real - that it is so charming. He does not allow the lipstick to touch his pair of nice lips.

Rangga wanted to say hello. However, the rokan pangko was like choking. Not a single word flowed on his lips. Only his dreams are high.

Secretly, he regretted his inability to greet the girl

"Name Latifa. Meat Cattle Administration Student level one," Piping explained.

"Hey, you know where, you?" ask Rangga happily.

"I saw it in the library visitor's list book" said Piping casually.

"Smart too, you" Rangga laughed. Piping also. v

The Livestock Meat Administration or TUTD actually includes the Polytechnic Faculty.

Because it specializes in the field of animal husbandry, the lecture, practicum, and exam activities take place at the Faculty of Animal Husbandry. Only administrative matters are handled by the Polytechnic.

It opens opportunities for meetings between Polytechnic and Animal Husbandry students. Latifa and Rangga were definitely included in it. And me mang. Often the two passed. In the campus mosque, library, grass garden cattle pen, laboratory, corridor, classroom, maupur cafeteria. However, Rangga did not also have enough courage to say hello to Latifa, he only dared to enjoy the face of the girl from a distance. Sometimes, so ingn he approached her, especially when Latifa was alone. However, the girl's authoritative charm undoes her steps.

Rangga just felt that the days of college today are beautiful and fun. Since a year ago that....

Entering the eighth semester, Rangga is no longer busy in college. The SKS load is up. Stay seminars, research, field practice KKN, compiling thesis, and.

However, Rangga is still diligent on campus. In addition to taking care of studinva, especially regarding seminars and research, he also hopes to see Latifa and enjoy her face from a distance.

"You're a terrible coward, anyway. It's almost a scholar, but talking about women alone is not brave. How dare it only from jauuuuh continue. When's nekarnva?" piping comments one day.

Rangga just took a deep breath. "That's it," he said slowly.

"What are you serious about, anyway?" ask Piping.

"Seriously."

"If you're serious, come on, dong. Later to be haunted by others, new regrets. You think, on this campus, you're the only one after Latifa? That's a lot, Ga. Not to mention in the pesantren where Latifa often teaches. There, she even became the favorite disciple of the cottage nanny. It is only natural that many students aspire to marry him."

Rangga. The words of his friend shook his mind.

"OKAY. How about I help you meet Latifa?" piping Proposal.

"Hey, why haven't you said this before?" welcome Rangga enthusiastically.

Both sit on the first floor of the campus mosque. Faced, the distance of the two was rather one meter. Latifa wore a purple iilbab suit with a white veil that she had worn on their first pass. Rangga just realized, Latifa is more beautiful than he had expected so far. The face was so soft and holy. Of course because every day washed the water of prayer. And the lips are so red. Only once did he see such beautiful lips.

For the first thirty seconds, both were equally silent.

"I've known you since you were level one," Rangga finally opened the conversation.

"But maybe you don't know me. I'm Rangga. Age, twenty-two years. I am from Maninjau, Padang. The village of the late Buya Hamka, the famous writer and scholar."

"I'm Latifa. I'm of mixed Bogor and Arab blood" Latifa said, looking down.

Only her lashes are poking

Back to whack. It is hard to say the next sentence.

"Latifa, I'm sorry. I've never experienced anything like this. Talk to a girl and convey a personal point."

The girl got up.

"Latifa, do you have a boyfriend?" the question came out of Rangga's mouth.

Latifa shook her head.

"Or, a potential lover?"

Latifa nodded back.

"If I told you that I love you and aspire to build a household with you, ihow? I have prayed istikharah." asked Rangga carefully.

"Kok, this is it?" the girl looked surprised.

"I'm not asking you to answer it now. Pray istikharah first, please guide God."

"How's it?" asked Rangga impatiently.

Latifa did not immediately reply. His clear eyes flickered, He took a deep breath several times.

"Tifa hasn't thought about love, sister. Forgive me." her voice was soft.

Rangga was completely unprepared for the answer. For God's sake, he was very confident, his love was accepted by Latifa. Hence, he was flabbergasted. Then woken. The atmosphere in the campus mosque became stiff.

Slowly Rangga looked at the girl straight. It was like looking for honesty in his eyes. Latifa was wrong to look down on her face.

"May I know your reason?" ask Rangga carefully.

"Tifa has just died, a month ago Tifa was also very busy with academic tasks, because the fourth semester is the last semester."

"I'm sorry. I feel sorry for the disaster that has befallen you. But. If the death of your mama causes you to feel like lameness, will not love complete it I know, you may think love becomes a burden in studies. Is it not the opposite, love will increase your learning spirit?"

Rangga is not a desperate man. Since SD, he has fought hard, so he has always been the overall champion. And in High School, he studied even more strictly to seize the entrance ticket of Bogor Agricultural University without tests. Even though he's the son of a man who doesn't have. Although his father was just a porters picking coconuts in his village.

Similarly, in the pursuit of love Latifa. la not necessarily give up just like that. Many times he came to Latifa and insisted on love for her. However, the results remain nil.

Several times he tried to come to Latifa's parents' house in the settlement of people of Arab descent in Bogor, but he did not manage to find Latifa. He only met Latifa's father. A godly old man. Haji Abubakar's name.

The man had a vast religious knowledge. Speak passionately, especially when talking about religion. His ghirah is high. But he is not a blind fanatic. Secretly, Rangga greatly admired him.

"Life is like a spinning wheel. A little bit above, a little later below. The same is true with Muslims. Once, they were jaya. Then, being run over and left behind in various fields, you are always sure, soon we will return. The condition, yes we must diligently deepen the religion and implement it well. Because the core of our religious teachings is unity. While the Father who has been fifty years like this still likes to learn to teach," his advice, he,

But patience has its limits. At last. Rangga is like that too.

That day, very early in the morning Rangga was already on campus. he wanted to talk to Latifa. "I just want to say that if you keep rejecting my love, I'll find a Western wife. Let him not be a Muslim" said Rangga coldly.

Latifa was stunned, "Why should that be? Does the Muslim girl no longer exist?" tanyanya. His eyes light up worries.

"Why am I looking for an Indonesian girl and a Muslim if it turns out that the girl I love and I'm sure that she loves me too, turns out to reject my love and would rather lie to herself?" rangga. Voice's up. And keep it cold.

"I had hoped that, if I had such success as you, there would be a man who would diligently remind me of the omissions of doing the commandments of God; and there would be a man who would always encourage me in the struggle of life. However, it seems that my dream is too beautiful, so it does not correspond to the reality."

Rangga's sentences are spoken slowly, but feel very sharp.

In recent days, Rangga seemed familiar with Andrea. The American girl was attending an Indonesian-American student youth exchange program. He's been here three months. Plan is one year.

His body posture is tall. His eyes were brown, with a very sharp nose, and blond hair. The girl is very friendly, like like an Indonesian, her clothes are simple and her attitude is polite. There is absolutely no glamorous impression as seen in Hollywood movies.

Andrea claimed to be the son of a famous pastor in America. Perhaps if he seems very obedient to his religion. Every Sunday he was never absent to attend church services located on the side of Bogor Botanical Garden.

She was only seventeen. He also speaks fluent Indonesian. Andrea diligently studied Sundanese and Jaipongan arts.

In Indonesia, Andrea lives at the home of Professor Dedi which is located in the Faculty of Animal Husbandry complex. Rangga often chatted with him in the cage several times he photographed the girl with the neckline.

All of that was not out of Latifa's attention.

A bright night. The voice of "Aaaaaamiiiin" echoed in the mosque of PMI Hospital and was heard all the way to Latifa's treatment room. The month of Ramadan has just arrived. People are doing tarwih prayers.

Latifa woke up from her sleep. Slowly, he looked to the side. Haji Abubakar and one of his sons, Hamidah, looked faithful to wait.

The girl's face was pale. His hand movements are weak. His clear eyes now look beautiful. While his red lips look dry, he was stricken with typhus disease.

Latifa tried to sit on her feet. Haji Abubakar and Hamidah helped him.

Suddenly the girl's eyes were pounded on a piece of paper on the table. Hamidah. Latifa received it with trembling hands. He read the handwriting :

Latifa, hopefully get well soon, yeah.

Stifling

"Where did he know Tifa was being treated here? When did he come here?" tanyanya.

"Of course he will always look for news about you, my son. he came here earlier, when you were still sleeping," said Haji Abubakar.

"Ooooh," Latifa sobbed. la covered her face with both palms.

Hamidah sat next to Latifa. He held his sister's shoulder. "Why lie if love is already in your heart?" whispered slowly.

However, this even makes Latifa sobbing. He hugged Hamidah.

"No way, brother... It is no longer possible" he said stammering, his tears growing louder.

"Why?" ask Hamidah gently.

"Because.. Brother Rangga already has a lover.the girl from America."

"Andrea, you mean?" ask Hamidah again, calm down

Latifa did not answer. Only his eyes looked at the haggard. The tears still flowed there.

Haji Abubakar sat by his son's side. "My son, how could he choose Andrea if the girl he loves is you?"

"Dad..." Latifa hugged her father. The man stroked her daughter gently.

"Rangga has told me everything, he is just doing his job as a freelance journalist."

"Ooooh" Latifa seemed to be in disbelief at the news.

"Tonight, Rangga had a lot to learn. Tomorrow, he must go to Jakarta, the final writing competition. And if he comes back, the first thing he's aiming for is you. he's determined to be a champion and give you that achievement."

"Oh yes, there are greetings from Rangga," Hamidah said.

"Say, your hair is beautiful."

Latifa smiled sweetly. Several times he took a deep breath, trying to compensate for the pounding of his heart.

The nights of Ramadan this year are forced to pass in part in all-white rooms. However, he was not worried anymore because he was not alone Rangga would always be faithful to accompany.

With Kak Rangga, Ramadan nights will feel beautiful.