YOUNG DETECTIVE
ONLY I LOVE



"WHAT? ABI IN THE HOSPITAL?" A hooded student immediately pulled a backpack on a table in one of the lecture rooms at the Faculty of Engineering, a state university in Padang City.

However, someone intercepted his steps. The hand, which is deliberately hidden behind the body, appears to hold a flower decorated with white satin ribbons. He wants to express love to his charming younger brother, since he became the committee of the introduction of new students, named Humaira Fii Jannah.

"Da, not now! Abi Ala just got into the hospital. Ala has to go there," said the girl turned around choosing a senior who continued to try to approach her.

The stalk of a flower behind the body of a young man named Rafatar was broken. "Aaaggh," his ringist glanced at the object behind his back.

Ala walked briskly half-run, with a soft look combing the hallway of this vast campus. Rafatar finally put the broken flower into a garbage can and chose to chase after Ala. "Hmm, let me drive you?" bargained for.

Ala immediately agreed, because he knew that this senior always used a four-wheeled vehicle to go to the campus in this hilly region. Without having to wait for a long time, Ala also arrived at the hospital.

He glanced at the two sisters who were still in uniform, one gray subordinate, and another dongker subordinate. They both cried bitterly on the benches in the hallway of the hospital.

"Miss, Abi?" her younger sister, who is still in high school, is named Aulia.

Ala nodded her head rubbing the shoulders of her two sisters to strengthen.

"Hurry up, your Abi has been waiting ever since" said the middle-aged woman who gave birth to him.

Ala quickly entered the room. And, somehow Rafatar even entered with him. In silence, the young man watched everything that was happening in this room.

"Assalamualaikum, Bi," said Ala grasped the father's hand, sitting on a bench next to the cage.

"A-Alah, you've come, son?"

Without tears Ala fell to see how difficult the father was in speaking.

"Son, you are Abi's most mature child. Abi just wanted to tell you that in the past, Abi had promised to unite Abi's family with Abi's best friend, Faisal."

Ala frowned, and finally made a sound. "I mean Abi? Abi said what? "

His father glanced at an object that was on the nightstand next to the cage. He pointed at the cell phone lying up there. Ala who understood, immediately took the thing and handed it to her father.

"Please Abi!" the phone was put back into Ala's hands.

"Call someone named Fajar who's on Abi's cell phone contact list!"

Submissively, Ala made her father's request. After being connected, Ala handed over to Abi. The father put the object in his ear, even though his hand seemed to shake.

"Assalamualaik."

"It looks like we're just doing it. I don't have much time anymore."

"Yes, I can only ask you for help to bring them together and marry them immediately. Today may be my last day. There's not much I can do, 'cause I leave it all to you. Not only that, my message to your son is to take care of him as I do to take care of him wholeheartedly."

Ala was just trying to guess the content of the chat that she could not understand until the call ended. However, his tears were relentlessly flooding the cheeks looking at the fatigue the father was experiencing.

"A-Ala, Abi knows you'd object. But, Abi hope you will fulfill Abi's request."

Ala held the father's hand. "What would you like to ask for?"

"Marry Syauqi, the son of Abi's friend, Ustadz Dawn."

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Ala was like hearing a great thunderous roar that made her flinch. The hand of the father within his grasp was slowly released. Obviously the hooded girl was shocked to hear this request of her father.

Don't accept him! Because I was the one who loved you first. I am the one who deserves you. Not him, or anyone else.

"Ala, Abi doesn't have much time left. Abi just wants to fulfill a promise to Abi's best friend first, aagghh ...." Abi looks squealed his face pressing against his chest.

"D-cog?" Ala became increasingly nervous and clasped her father's hand back.

"Son, you are Abi's hope. He is your husband. He will guide you to the world. So, you must love and be devoted to be a godly wife for Syauqi later."

Ala was stunned to hear the father's request. 'But I don't know what it's like to love someone. Abi is my first love.' Ala fought in her heart.

"A-Come ... Do you mind Abi's request?"

"Ba-good, Bi. Ala will follow Abi's will." Ala kissed the hand that was in her grasp. Meanwhile, the man who had been silently bending his shoulder face, completely lost hope.

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"What's? I have to get married tomorrow?" Heavy sounds were heard filling a room in the famous Pondok Pesantren building in Padang Panjang City.

"Yes, we promised since we were young that we would unite our family by marrying our son, that means you and Humaira should get married!" said the middle-aged man who was none other than Ustadz Fajar.

"But, well, I already have my own choice that I want to apply for. His name is Salma, not Humaira" the man in Muslim clothes said, with a thin beard on his chin.

"Then, what about Dad's promise to Dad's friend? He just died this morning. Will you remain steadfast in refusing the last request of the dead?"

I heard a long breath. "Innalilahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun," the pronunciation is smooth.

Even the silent atmosphere felt so thick. Several times Uqi, this familiar greeting to his son, was heard sighing heavily and violently. Clearly, he was so objected and had no desire to fulfill his father's request.

"But I don't know him, Dad. In my heart is filled only with a name, Salma."

"You know, but you're lying about what you've learned so far to get there in Cairo. Why Muslims are forbidden to love other than in marriage. That's haram!"

"Now you end your story with that woman named Salma, and marry Humaira! If you don't want to, your father's the next one to die of shame!" Ustadz Fajar said it all out loud and firmly.

This certainly makes the man called Ustadz Uqi speechless no longer able to dwell on other reasons. However, his hands clasped tightly and trembled.

Don't blame me, if I can never love that girl. And, in the end, I will still marry Salma.

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At night, in a mourning atmosphere, Ustadz Fajar brought all his family members to the funeral home of Alm. Ustadz Yusuf, his friend. There was also attended by his son who will be reunited for the first time with a girl named Humaira Fii Jannah.

The girl, watching the face of the man who was about to marry her. How surprised he was when he saw the handsome and shady face of the man he knew named Syauqi Abdurahman Jaya. Ala's eyes didn't blink at all.

Subhanallah, it turns out that he is very handsome, his inner being.

The middle-aged woman who was none other than the mother, embraced the arms of the princess. He easily read that the princess had fallen in love when the first look at the man as the place where her eldest daughter was placed.

However, unlike Ala, Ustadz Uqi never looked at Ala's face at all. To him, Salma was the most beautiful girl he knew. Thus, his heart closed staring at any girl. In his heart, he would still continue his marriage to Salma, no matter what his status would be.