The Value of Loyalty
The Star in the Heart

"What's the other ride?" The ledge runs towards the car park with CITra.

"Kamil and Rindi use a motorbike, if Ayu is picked up with his father he said." CITra then bit his lower lip, trying to eliminate his nervousness. This is the first time they will be in one car.

With Kamil's help, he was able to return home with Linggar.

The road together like this alone the heart seemed to jump.

Like this, the world is in perfect harmony.

Being forgiven feels comfortable, especially when hearing the sound of Linggar beside him.

Trying to write a happy word in his life, and when he was with Linggar, it just happened.

Aaahhh, I can't wait to sit together with my heart.

Linggar's forehead wrinkled when he saw Rindi still empty-handed walking towards the parking lot of the motorbike, even though he had sent a message to RIndi to take her goods at the store earlier.

Look, they're right to just look around.

Riding, picking up his phone, walking a little away from Citra.

"Why not take it?" Say it right away when the phone is connected.

No answer from there.

"No need to ge-er! Don't think no-no!" Saying again, the low tone is still with a stifled sniff.

"Quick grab! Or do I give it in front of the others?" He said with anger still suppressed under the gaze of others.

This is the first time he called Rindi's mobile number after a long vacuum.

Working in one space requires that they have contact with each other.

There Rindi stopped her steps suddenly, circulating her gaze looking for the figure of the owner of the voice. Rada was upset, the man was a little threatening, saying don't ge-er. What the hell does that mean?

Linggar should have done nothing.

Anything that can cause suspicion for others.

What if the others knew that Linggar even bought him a pair of shoes after paying all the expenses for today.

Ah, nevermind! Let's just follow it, before it becomes a real storm.

"Mil, I said yes. There's forgetfulness." He said to Kamil, asking permission.

"Where are you going?" Turning around, about to follow in RIndi's footsteps.

"I'm going to buy something first!" His words began to step away from Kamil, not wanting to get more questions.

"Do you want me to be with you?" A little scream, because Rindi's steps look faster.

"Don't, thank you," Shouted as well, a little run hoping Kamil would chase after him.

Just pray, he did not fall because Linggar was still watching him.

The following month they regrouped to spend Rindi's salary session two.

As per the agreement there are only four of them.

Without Linggar and Tia.

More free than before.

Likewise Rindi, even though it is true that the salary was drained by almost half, Kamil really did not want to lose this time.

Even so, Rindi came home with a cheerful bright face despite being decorated with fatigue and fatigue.

Happiness and excitement that had been lost for a while because the gang *BlackPink - his friends at college *have been separated by their respective activities.

Tantri even served out of town, as she chose to become a devotee of the country.

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Time indicates almost hours of rest when Kamil entered with the state of face, head and hands

still wet water ablution.

But people who walk behind Kamil with almost the same situation turned out to attract more attention.

Making Rindi as if steadying her gaze towards the man.

With a roll of my sesame shirt, walking towards his desk. Take a towel from inside the backpack and sweep it to the face directly to the neck and then move to the arms. Just like that, but

I don't know why it looks so stunning and blinding to the eye.

Apparently the habit of carrying the towel is still there until now.

Ah so remember the times when he accompanied this man to play basketball. As the man stood before her was sweeping sweat with his little towel.

Makes the other girls envious of him for being able to always be together with one of the campus idols.

Do not forget that he was once a victim of bullying just because it was close to Linggar.

Never thought that this man had ever been hers, but wasted.

Is he a fool?

Or he is among those who are not grateful.

Or will something feel more beautiful if it is not owned?

The guilt embedded in his chest turned out to make Linggar precisely the most luminous star in his heart.

Linggar has entered into his heart and feelings. Even a thousand words of apology cannot replace a thousand words of love that he deliberately covers.

It was sad to know that he loved Linggar, but could not say.

Because when all is revealed there is only Linggar who will laugh at him.

And friends who will surely leave him because he is considered a traitor.

Now he is no longer allowed to love Linggar.

Linggar is not unconscious if there are women who are watching him closely. Try as cool as possible so that the woman is more captivated.

With a slow motion movement lower the sleeve of the shirt that was once next to the lower arm. Take a black skull motif and put it on his head, then back down to pick up the prayer mat in the bottom drawer work then attach it to the shoulder.

Ready.

Geez it turns out that this man has complete preparation for the jum’at prayer.

“Mil, come!” Invite him to Kamil, ending the filming of his live drama. The woman also woke up

from reverie.

And unconsciously made a painting on his face with a pen that he had been holding.

A long line spread across the cheek, as Rindi several times swiped the pen-eye on her own skin.

Hahahaha, Rindi is only able to laugh inwardly.

His heart now admits that he is in love with the same person, but must close.

And that sense is growing and charging as those who should stay away.

And he realized that Linggar would never be able to return to him after everything that happened to them.

Now he knows what it feels like to love in silence.

Ah no, unrequited love.

Feels like, uh,....

Killed him.

Stuffy.

Narrowest.

Piteously.

You idiot!

You idiot!

You idiot!

The curse in the heart.

The jewel he wasted had walked away.

Now he is only able to enjoy a beauty in darkness.

Realize now, who he is now!

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Nb:

Ibn Mundzir narrated the permissibility of the drying of Uthman ibn Affan, Husayn ibn Ali, Anas ibn Malik, Bishr ibn Abu Mas'ud, Hasan al-Bashri, Ibn Sirin, Alqamah, Aswad, Masruq, Dhahhak, ats-Tsuri, among others, and Ishaq.

Those who allow this drying rely on the hadiths of the Prophet SAW. As for the hadiths that are propped up is the hadith Tirmidhi narration reads, "I saw the Prophet Muhammad SAW wiping his face with the tip of his clothes when ablution."

Wallahu a'lam bishawab