Wisdom of Love: KALA LOVE TREATS WOUNDS
PROLOGUES

The sky looked so bright, the sunlight illuminated the earth with its heart-warming radiance, the light of which was, the morning breeze was quite cool to hit the beautiful face of a girl standing behind the window while contemplating the fate of her love. His gaze was blank forward, his countenance was sad with tears beginning to gather in his eyes.

His name is Rabiah Al-Hafizhah Yusuf, a beautiful girl with beautiful eyes is also just an ordinary man who does not escape from love. The love that he felt for the first time since two years ago, the love that he always kept secret so that no one knew.

As the love story of Fatimah Az-Zahrah, the daughter of Prophet Muhammad shallallahu 'alaihi wa sallam who loved Ali bin Abi Talib in silence, even satan can not sniff about the feeling of love between the two. Rabiah also wants to keep the sanctity of his love until the moment the love is expressed, then the reward will come to him.

Brother Ameer, that is how Rabiah called him. He is the son of his parents' best friend. Growing up together since childhood apparently could not be a reason not to fall in love with the man who has the full name Ameer Baihaqi Wildan. His friendly and warm nature makes the beautiful girl always feel comfortable when with him, although still in a circle of boundaries.

Rabiah once had a dream of living with a man he loved like Ameer in adulthood, but it seems that fate has not been on his side, his hope seemed lost in the wind when he was just 18 years old, she has to accept the reality that she is getting married to a man she never imagined, a man he never knew and he never even saw him in person. His nature that is so obedient to both parents makes Rabiah powerless to refuse the request of the mother as long as it does not deviate from religious teachings.

Rabiah took a heavy breath, he then stepped back in front of a mirror that was firmly attached to the wall of his room, he said, for a moment he looked at the image of a girl who was so beautiful with a simple makeup polish from the mirror reflection. Her tall and slender body now looks so graceful with a modern white kebaya wrap and combined with a matching colored hijab. A small crown adheres beautifully on top of her head covered in a headscarf, a few flowers lined up neatly in her hijab further adding to Rabiah's beauty.

Today is her special day, where in a few minutes, her father's responsibility towards her will move to another man who will be her husband, her status will be changed to the wife of a well-known Pharmacy businessman in her city named Muhammad Kamil Abdullah, the son of a friend of her mother.

Of course, getting married and being the wife of a handsome and well-established man is a very happy thing and coveted by all women. However, in contrast to Rabiah, the look on his face actually shows a picture of the opposite feeling.

The thread of tears that had gathered in his eyes slowly flowed down his cheeks so smoothly, his breath seemed to be choked, he could only cry in silence. As powerful as he was he endured the turbulent tightness within his chest, yet it seemed as if he was trying to break out and spill all his sadness.

At the same time Rabiah realized, what he was doing right now was wrong, it was not appropriate for a woman who was about to get married to cry for another man. But he could what, his heart was so sick to accept the fact that he had to forget his first love so beautiful.

Tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door from outside his room immediately startled Rabiah, quickly his hand moved to wipe away the trace of tears on his cheek gently so as not to damage the powder that had been stuck in his cheek since this morning.

“Biah, are you ready baby? soon her groom will come for marriage aqad,” said Yasmin who is none other than her mother.

However, instead of the happy face that he got from the princess, he actually found the eyes of the princess in a puffy state, and it certainly raises various questions in Yasmin's mind. “Why you, baby? Does anyone hurt?” tanyanya's worried.

“No Ummi, Biah just moved.” Rabiah smiled at Yasmin, although the smile did not reach her eyes.

“Biah, you grew up under Ummi's supervision for 18 years, so Ummi knows how you are when you are overwhelmed and when you are sad. And what Ummi saw at this time, you are not being moved, but you are sad.” Rabiah just bowed to hold back his tears that seemed to want to spill back, he was unable to deny the words of the mother because what was said was true.

Rabiah looked at the eyes of the mother for a moment, he then shook his head, “no Ummi, Biah sincere, it's just Biah.. Biah... hiks.” Rabiah was unable to continue his words and immediately hugged the stomach of Ummi who was standing in front of him.

“Yes why you, baby? Tell Ummi.” Yasmin rubbed Rabiah's back gently, hoping that her daughter could be calmer.

“Excuse Biah Ummi, Biah.. Biah doesn't love her.”

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Assalamu 'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Welcome to my third novel. The novel is a continuation of the novel entitled "The Story of the Love of Two Pearls".

This novel is a fictional story purely from the results of my own thinking, if there is a similar name, place or story, please be understood because it is all outside of my intention that is only ordinary humans.

Thank you for stopping by and apologizing if there are still many shortcomings in this novel, because I am also still in the learning stage. The content of this work is my view and does not intend to patronize or drop other views.

Constructive criticism and advice I really hope from my brothers and sisters so that I can learn more in making a better novel in the future.

Warm regards from me, my,

UQies