Wisdom of Love: KALA LOVE TREATS WOUNDS
NIANA'S REQUEST

A bright morning welcomed Rabiah's presence with Khadijah and Rahul on campus. Before parking the car, Rabiah and Khadijah will go down first considering the distance of the faculty and the parking is not close.

"Sister, I went down first well," said Khadijah then kissed the back of Rahul's hand which was none other than the man who had been her husband for more than a month.

"Yes, study diligently well dear," replied Rahul then kissed Khadijah's forehead, after which Rahul let go of his kiss for a moment to look at the beautiful bead of the wife's eyes, for a moment they looked at each other with love. Rahul began to bring his face closer to the face of the wife, not knowing what they were going to do.

"Ekheem, uhuk uhuk uuhuuuuuk, my eyes are stained" Rabiah said, apparently in the back seat. Not wanting to ruin the romantic moments of his brother and best friend, he decided to go down first.

"Huufth, what the hell are they, indeed I do not look what," Rabiah grumbled as he kicked the small pebbles around him.

"May your marriage remain harmonious, and remain lasting of course," she said again while waiting for Khadijah, who did not know what was done in the car with her husband until he had not come down until now.

Moments later, Khadijah got out of the car with a red face, while Rahul drove back to the parking area.

"God's Masya.. What has my brother done until your face is flushed like this boiled crab?" ask Rabiah while holding both cheeks of Khadijah.

Hearing Rabiah's question, instead of answering Khadijah, is increasingly misbehaving.

"What the heck Biah, yuk to class, this morning is his class Mr. Aswad." Khadijah withdrew Rabiah's hand to divert the conversation.

They are now walking together to their class which is located not far from the canteen this time.

Apparently there are three pairs of eyes that pay attention to Rabiah and Khadijah from the canteen. Well, they're none other than the bald one, the gondrong, and the normal hair guy. They were enjoying their favorite meatballs as their breakfast menu this morning

"O Allah, what a beautiful creation You are" said the longsong with unblinking eyes looking at the figure of Rabiah.

"Have gon, you've been rejected, forget him" chirped the bald man.

"There is no term for forgetting and giving up, as long as the yellow janur has not curved, then the cave will always adore him," replied the gondrong with a poetic tone.

"Basic singles" said the normal hair.

"Yailaa.. Lu if you want to talk first men, you yourself a karatan singles since orok, even say singles," argued the bald.

"Yes, mending you as Khadijah, she is also beautiful, but no less beautiful as Rabiah dong," added the gondrong while chuckling.

"Will Khadijah?" the normal hair's great-grandson was a little misbehaved because he actually liked Khadijah.

"You nanyeak, you na.emmmmppp.." The bald man's speech was immediately interrupted when the normal hair put a whole tenes meatball into his mouth.

"By the way again, the cave enters meatballs all the same wagon into your mouth," threatened the normal hair, he was upset with the style of speech that was viral but moreay according to him.

The baldy now stared intently at the normal hair while chewing the meatballs that were quite large in size with great difficulty.

"Why look at that kayak cave?" cynical normal hair.

"Lu want to know, the cave has the most actual news this time," said the baldy after successfully swallowing the meat.

"What?" ask the normal hair.

"Khadija was married to the son of the famous architect who is the most handsome," said the bald with fashion mom-mother lambe.

"W-what?" asked the normal hair very surprised.

"Puahahahah, it seems like our fate will be the same," the gondrong as he gently struck his friend's shoulder which now looked pale.

The Singapore

Ameer seemed so focused on typing her thesis in the library. Too focused, he did not realize the presence of Niana beside him.

Well, Niana, the beautiful girl who now decided to wear a hijab, apparently did not want to give up to attract the attention of Ameer, although at first she felt ashamed of Ameer, but over time her attitude returned as usual.

"Seriously very Meer" said Niana.

However, Ameer is unaware of Niana's presence. He still remains focused on typing, sometimes he looks at the book beside him and then re-typing.

"Ameer," he repeated, but still not responded by Ameer.

Feeling anxious himself to see Ameer who did not rub it because of focus, Niana finally decided to hold Ameer's hand and shoulder simultaneously while calling her name. "Ame!" call again.

And it managed to make Ameer jumped in shock, and reflexes pulled his hand held Niana until he almost fell backward.

"Sorry Ameer, I didn't mean to surprise you" said Niana, who felt bad for Ameer.

"What are you doing?" ameer asked immediately standing up while furrowing her brows.

"I just want to invite you to discuss the results of your father's interview yesterday, I've called you from earlier but you're too focused to not hear me " replied Niana quickly.

Ameer did not answer, he was about to sit back in place, but this time Ameer slightly shifted his chair to give distance to Niana so as not to get too close to the woman.

Seeing Ameer's attitude, Niana could only throw a rough breath.

"Are you not so fond of me that you don't want to be close to me, Ameer?" asked Niana in a soft voice.

"I'm sorry, I don't like you, I just keep my distance from you, let alone you just touching me, and that makes me uncomfortable" Ameer replied without turning to Niana.

Among all the women, maybe Rabiah who had been with a fairly close distance to Ameer, even then only when in a state of forced Ameer to have a motorbike with Rabiah a few years ago. The rest of them are always in a safe distance when talking, whether Ameer or Rabiah who try to keep a distance from each other.

And one thing is for sure, Ameer never touched a woman except her mother and sister. For him, do not touch women who are not mahrams other than because it is a religious suggestion, also one form of appreciation of women. This is what my mother and father taught me from childhood.

"Is it in our religion that such contact is forbidden?" ask Niana.

"Of course, religion regulates how men and women interact that are not mahrams. In addition to avoiding slander, it is also one way to appreciate and take care of women."

"Women are like jewels, precious jewels. So valuable, you can not touch it unless you have bought it even if you have bought it you still have to keep it well so as not to be damaged or scratched. As with women, a man should not come into contact with a woman who is not his mahram, unless he has legitimately married her so that she is halal in being touched by him."

"Mahram's? What'sthat?" niana was confused.

"Mahram is a woman or a man who still belongs to the immediate family, so they should not marry. For example, the mahram you become is a father, brother, uncle or brother father and mother, child, and so on who still have blood relations with you," explained Ameer.

"Oh that, I'm sorry for not knowing, so I touched you earlier" said Niana.

"It's okay, let's just say it's an accident" Ameer said.

"But Ameer... What if I asked you to make me the person you touch, would you be willing?"

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