HIJRAH LOVE
CHAPTER 26

The clock shows at 11:30 p.m. The class I entered in this afternoon's course was also over. But baby, there was nothing stuck in my brain during the lesson.

"Jeez, Oh my God... Forgive me who was not concerned in my studies." My tired voice and I put my head on the table for a moment.

"Rather than you like that, you better go to the mosque and get some water. Because the dzuhur adhan will soon take place." Said a man approaching me.

I held my head back and tried to see who had reprimanded me. And it turns out, again it was Fadli.

"You? Everywhere if it comes it must say hello, not directly negur only!" I was upset because I had to see him again.

"Oh yes, ma'af then. Assalamu'alaikum Ayesha!" She said to me with her sweet smile.

"Yes, wa'alaikumsalam." My reply with the same tone, that is indifferent.

"So that person should be more friendly. Even if that person is someone you don't like, you should be sincere in talking to him. Although it is also not your faith, you must be able to appreciate in every word. Yeah, I gotta go first. Don't forget the prayer!" Fadli said so softly.

But in each of his words it made my heart seem to stop beating. It feels like being struck by lightning in a gini hole. Because I feel shunned or something. But, after I thought it was true, I was guilty.

"Astaghfirullah halazim, O Allah forgive me. I don't mean to be arrogant or arrogant." Reveal me inwardly.

Since the dzuhur prayer time is almost over, I immediately stepped my foot to go to the mosque close to the campus area.

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"Why did the more I get here the more I wanted to get closer to him? And why in my heart I feel I've known him for too long. What exactly happened? O God, give me Your guidance on all this." Reveal Fadli while sitting in the mosque.

Now Fadli felt full of anxiety. How not, he felt in love with Maryam. However, he also felt something different when fighting Aisyah. Who does Fadli like?

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After a few minutes, I finally prayed dzuhur. And it makes me feel fresh again.

As I set my foot to the bicycle parking lot, I accidentally walked and passed in front of Fadli. I accidentally glanced at him, and at that time Fadli looked at me. But, I don't care. Instantly I took my eyes off in the other direction to keep my eyes on it.

"Ataghfirullah halazim, Fadli what the hell are you looking at. O Allah, forgive me for not being able to stop looking at him." Said Fadli while turning his gaze in the other direction.

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"Pa, I tried to contact Aisyah first so she could quickly go home and talk about this together." Say Maryam while holding the phone and pressing the call button.

"Assalamu'alaikum Aisyah, where are you now?" Maryam asked suddenly after I picked up her phone.

"Wa'alaikumsalam's chat. Aisyah's back at college, sister, but this is going home." Answers explained.

"Yes, you're careful on the road!" Said Maryam briefly. And after that closed our chat that only through mobile phone. But as usual, before closing the phone, sister Maryam did not forget to say hello first. As for me, I can still answer his greetings.

"Why did Maryam suddenly ask about my whereabouts? And so in short she shut her phone. It's so weird that he's." My gertutuku.

After a few minutes, I finally got home. Not to forget also I said a greeting before I entered the house and opened the door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, yes for a moment." The sound of his bells made Pure from inside. Hohoho...!

"Thank you, bik Murni, because bik Mutlrni has opened the door for Aisyah." I said with a big smile.

"Yes non, it is also the duty of non-bibik!" Reply Pure bik friendly.

"Lha now where are they bik? How does it seem so lonely?" I asked the curious.

"There are non, they are all in each non's room. It's possible, they're getting ready for the non." Replied bik Murni who explained, but it made me express myself by frowning me.

I don't know what Pure Bik means. I want to shower and change my clothes. Because, I realized that my body now smelled wry. Haha...!

"Thank God, it's fresh at last." Reveal me sensationally, because I feel the freshness after soaking and bathing for a moment. Then, I take my set dress along with the veil.

"Tock..Geck..Heck...!" Suddenly someone behind the door was knocking on him.

"Yes, just go in!" Short yell.

"Sir, you're finally home. Dad and I have been waiting for you since!" Said Maryam's sister I don't understand what she meant. Wait out? Why waitfor me? What's wrong?

"What's wrong, brother?" I finally asked my question .

"Emm..tonight papa wants to propose to Maria's mother at her house." Reply sister Maryam explained.

I paused for a moment, trying to digest every word Maryam's sister said.

"Applying ? Wasn't that already brother ?" I ask who still does not understand.

"Yes deck , but we better be the family men will come to the woman's house. At once we can talk about when the right time and date to carry out the marriage contract." Reply to Sister Maryam who explains in detail.

I finally understood . And immediately I get ready, but still the same without makeup at all that put on my face. Because my sister and I are the same Maryam, we just look simple and keep wearing our veils.

"You guys ready ?" Ask papa to us .

Only Sister Maryam immediately answered papa's question . As for me, I still see the appearance of papa who is so dashing .

"Aisha, what about you ?" Ask papa to me .

"Ah yes pa pa, Aisyah is also ready !" Answer me briefly.

After everything was done get ready, we got into the car and looked for the position of each . Where papa as a driver, sister Maryam who sat beside papa and myself sitting in the back.

On every trip we were silent . Nobody said a single word. And it really makes me feel sleepy. Haha...!

"Assalamu'alaikum ma'am Maria!" We said greetings from outside after a few minutes we arrived and were at the door of the house of Miss Maria.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." A faint sound from within returned our greetings.

"Yes, you've come!" Maria said briefly, then told us to come in and let us sit down.

It didn't take long to make small talk. Papa was straight to the point what purpose came to see Miss Maria.

"How's Miss Maria, will Mary accept my proposal?" Ask papa to make sure.

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