Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan has tried to forgive you. But in the end, you are the only one I believe will be my soul mate later. This morning looks so bright, as bright as my flowery mood. I see from a distance, that it looks so dashing and beautiful, the charm behind the smile that spreads across the crowd. I wanted to say hello to him, but just seeing him was so happy. Step by step walking in the arms came to me full of surprises. "Assalamu'alaikum ukhti Alfi?" he greeted me gently. "Walaikumussalam warohmatullah akhi Ali" I returned the greeting without seeing his face. "Can I borrow a sociolinguistic book? Incidentally, two days ago I did not attend Mr. Tito's course because I was not feeling well," said Ali. "Okay Ali, I will bring it tomorrow. Sorry if there was an error in the writing. I said with my head down. "Oh it's okay, I'll wait in class tomorrow! See you, Assalamu'alaikum. While running to meet his friend and left me gone. I answered "Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullah". May you always be in Allah's protection. Honestly, I feel happy with my love for my Lord making me closer to Him.
I stepped my foot towards the mosque because the time showed 3 pm, the time to perform the Ashar prayer. "Allhummaghfirl dzunb waftahl abwba rahmatik" (Oh Allah, open for me the doors of Your mercy). It feels like so relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in this mosque. When I finished the Ashar prayer, suddenly my friends came to greet me cheerfully while offering me some novels for me to read. "Hey Al? never thought we'd meet here!! Have you prayed Asrhar?" Delina said warmly. "Thank God, just finished Del," I said while folding the mukena. "Oh yeah, we're bringing you some novels for you to read, who knows this could be a reference for your final project?" said Naila.
"Wow Masya Allah, the titles of these novels are very interesting," I answered while holding two novels and when I read the title I was immediately interested to read them. The two novels are entitled History of the Prophet Muhammad SAW and his companions and Religion and Love. "Well I brought these two novels, hopefully they will be finished in one week. I'll return it to you later, okay?" I said while reading the synopsis. "Yeah Al, take it easy. You can come back anytime you want." Naila said with a smile. Then I hugged Naila and Delina while saying "Thank you guys, you are the best. Come on let's go home, because pak Udin has already picked me." "Let go!! Delina and Naila said in unison.
As usual, pak Udin and I always took my friends home, because the road to our house is in the same direction. So I decided to take them home with me. And they agreed. Pak Udin is a personal driver in my family, he has served for decades and is very skilled at driving. When I was leaving the mosque with my friends, suddenly I heard the chanting of the holy Qur'an which was so melodious. The voice came from the line divider which was closed by the barrier between men and women. I want to stay silent in this mosque while waiting for the voice to disappear. I fell in love with her sweet voice, not the first time I heard this voice. Oh Allah, allow me to meet the owner of this sweet voice when reciting the Holy Qur'an. Ya Robb close my heart to his heart if we are matched, amiiiin. I suddenly woke up from my daydream because Delina grabbed my hand and said; "Al, what are you thinking? There's Naila already in front of the car" said Delina. "I'm sorry, I heard the voice of the ikhwan reading Al-Qur'an Nai," I said firmly. (Ikhwan) is a male term in Arabic. "Wow, you fell in love with his voice huh? Tomorrow we'll be back here again, okay?" Delina said as she grabbed my hand and we walked out of the mosque. I feel ashamed of Delina, but on the other hand, I'm happy. Delina is one of my close friends since high school, she and Naila are the best friends I have. They always make me smile in joy and sorrow. I love them.
The day changed, as usual, I went to campus and was escorted by pak Udin. I see the trees around me are so beautiful and cool, the birds are chirping beautifully, and the leaves are dancing to the rhythm of the wind. It looks so perfect, I wrote his name on the foggy car window and then I erased it again. Suddenly, Pak Udin voice shattered my imagination, "Neng Alfi has arrived," while smiling with an aging face. Pak Udin facial skin looks so wrinkled, but he still works to provide a living for his family. Masha Allah sometimes I get moved to see it. "thank you pak Udin. Pick me up as usual pak Udin. Assalamu'alaikum" I said and headed to class.
Naila and Delina were already waiting for me in front of the mading room, our routines who came first had to wait in front of the mading room, hihi. "Hy Al, thank God it's finally here! We've been waiting for 5 minutes here," said Delina with a big smile. Followed by a nod of Naila. "Wow Masya Allah, thank you guys for being loyal hehe, let's go to class," I said while holding my two best friends. Because our class is on the 5th floor we just stay straight, because the location of the mading room is not far from our class. Still both on the 5th floor. The atmosphere in the class is so crowded because the lecturers haven't come yet, so friends are still cool to tell stories. We immediately sat in the middle row because there were only three empty seats.
Step by step sounded so close and it was Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan, "Assalamu'alaikum ukhti Alfi, bring the notebook I ordered?" Ali said smiling at me."Yes I brought it, here is the book you ordered,"Â while taking it out of the bag and giving it to Ali. "Thanks, Alfi who is pious, beautiful, and kind." While looking at me deeply and then going to his seat, it was his words that made me a flower. Sounds simple and like a joke, but full of meaning. I want to look back at him, but what can I do if the owner doesn't approve of him. I want to get love and ridho from Him.
"Assalamu'alaikum good morning friends, how are you today? We will continue with last week's meeting, have the materials been downloaded?" That's roughly the sentence that came out of a sociolinguistic lecturer. Four hours have passed, and this morning's class is over. It was time to hurry to the mosque because it was already noon. I invited my best friends to pray in the congregation, it turned out that they were both absent. Finally, they waited for me in the foyer of the mosque. I climbed the steps of the mosque quickly so that I could pray in the congregation. Masyaallah your greatness is extraordinary, I see everyone flocking to the mosque to perform the midday prayer together. Oh Allah, Oh the Greatest Essence, gather us in goodness with those who are obedient. Gather us into your paradise later. Amiiin yarobbal alamiin. "Assalamu'alaikum warohmatullah" said the imam. Indicates that the midday prayer has ended.
Alhamdulillahirobbil Alamin I am grateful for the blessings that Allah has given me. When I got out of the mosque, I heard the sound of the holy Qur'an chanting again, which was so melodious. Accidentally when I came down the stairs, the curtain was opened. And I saw who the person behind his melodious voice was, it turned out to be Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan. The person whom I have tucked his name in my prayers for the third night. It turns out that he is also the voter of that melodious voice, Masya Allah almighty you have created such a perfect human in my eyes. But my love for You will never fade, Oh Allah giver of life. "Oh Allah, is it possible for us to be together in your blessing? Is it possible that he also has the same feelings for me?
Can I hope in You, Oh Allah who turns hearts! If You allow, please close my heart to his heart. And if not then keep this feeling and lose it in my hope." Instantly I stared at him from a distance, and accidentally he turned and looked at me. I woke up and ran out of the mosque. "Oh my Allah, why is it like this? Why does my heart keep beating fast! I will not love him more than I love You." On the terrace of the mosque, my best friends were talking while waiting for me to finish praying. Oh Allah, thank you for giving us two friends who are so loyal. "It's done Al, it's taking a long time! You must be praying for a mate, hehe..." said Delina while teasing me. "What is it Del? It's a secret, hehe..., while sitting on the porch of the mosque. "Hopefully Alfi will find a mate soon, amiin," Naila said praying. "Amiin, Oh Allah may we all meet our soul mate soon," I said firmly. "Amiin Yarobbal Alamin" my friends answered simultaneously.
When I was continuing to read the novel while waiting for an invitation, suddenly a shadow approached in front of me. Turns out it was Ali. I mumbled and accidentally looked into his eyes, "why did he come to me? What is this! Why is my heart beating so fast!" He also looked at me deeply, as if there was something he wanted to say but was held back by the situation. It was my best friends who lightened the mood. "Hey Li, is there anything we can help you with?" said Delina. Then Ali and I both looked away in different directions. "Oh this is Del, I want to return Alfiyandreena Azma notebook (a thousand wealth and prosperity blessed by Allah). That's your name right?" said Ali with a look so deep. I immediately replied, "yes that's my name, thank you for interpreting it correctly." Thank you again for the book, thank you for writing it carefully." said Ali, handing him the book. "But why are there two books? I said while looking at the book. "This one is for you, you can read the contents later. Maybe it's not perfect, but I want you to help correct the words," said Ali, scratching his head. "Hmmph, okay, I'll read it at home, I'll just underline it if there are words that aren't okay. So that later you can easily revise it," I said while putting the book into my bag. "Cieeee" my two friends began to tease. I decided to end the conversation because pak Udin had arrived. "I,m Sorry Ali, I say goodbye, because pak Udin has already picked me, Assalamu'alaikum.." while inviting my best friends. "Wa'alaikumussalam, be careful on the road". Ali said while waving his hand.
Tonight looks so bright, as bright as the hope that I continue to fight for the Ilahi Robbi. I am endlessly grateful for the blessings of faith, sincerity, and gifts to me. "Oh Allah thank you so much, thank you have guided me in goodness, you have grown my love for you deeper. Protect me from all evil that befalls me, protect me from all evil deeds. Bring my heart closer to Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan Ya Robb, allow us to build a household that is sakinah mawaddah warohmah. Amiin yarobbal alamin." This is my prayer on the third of my night.
While waiting for dawn I read Ali's notebook. I opened it from the first sheet that reads the title "My Heaven's Angel" I immediately trembled reading the title, I kept thinking whether I deserve to be side by side with him? Is it me that he hopes to be his future! Am I what he wants? Or was it someone else he had prepared! Oh Allah, I don't know everything! You are the one who knows. I continued to open the next page, the writing was very poetic, full of various kinds of the figure of speech. He describes how his life will be with a companion who always brings goodness to the household. A wife who is obedient to her husband, and always brings harmony to the household. Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan wanted a woman who was perfect in religion and goodness. That's more or less the content in his notebook which he will turn into a novel. I never stop thinking about stepping back from the struggle that I have fought for you, Oh Robb. I am Alfiyandreena Azma, I am not a perfect woman, nor am I the woman described by Ali in his book, I am far from perfect, Oh Allah. Will I stop chanting his name in a third of my night!
The sky was clear, the sun was shining so beautifully. But this cold air is so piercing my heart to freeze. I went to campus with a sad hope, and a restless heart as if I wanted to leave this city. I don't want to see him, I don't even want to see him. Because this morning I heard the news that the man I wanted was going to leave my single life, he was Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan. He will soon marry the woman he describes in the notebook. What can I do? My hope is gone, and my enthusiasm for learning is broken. Oh my God, this is so painful! I was injured but not bleeding. I asked pak Udin not to continue the journey to campus, I wanted to go to the mosque. I want to cry and complain to my Allah. And I asked pak Udin to come back home, I didn't want to bother him when I was in this condition.
"Pak Udin, can I go home now?" I said with tears in my eyes.
"But neng, pak Udin just wants to be here to accompany you," answered with compassion.
"No, pak Udin, I want to be alone." Stiff firmly.
"But neng... the madam will ask me! Because I have to make a report every day to neng Alfi's parents," Pak Udin pleaded.
"Pak Udin, just this once, I want to be alone," I pleaded.
"Fine neng, but promise to pak Udin, if you need anything, call me!" pak Udin confirmed.
"Okay pak Udin I understand clearly, thank you," and I rushed to the mosque.
Then pak Udin left. I have parents who are very busy with their work. They have been living in Turkey for almost five months because of job demands. Before my parents left, I was invited there. But hindered by my college which will soon be finished. I love my parents, I miss their presence. But I know the situation, they are really busy. But here I am happy because I am surrounded by people who love me. There is Bi Ira, there is Pak Udin, and my best friends, they are all like my family. I love them.
I stepped into the mosque which was so majestic, cool, and beautiful. But my feelings do not like the beauty of this mosque. Hearing the news that makes me sick and I feel like I want to go and disappear from this life. At that time when I was praying suddenly, I heard an explosion from outside the mosque and the glass shards hit the person who was praying beside me. I immediately rushed to invite him to get out of this mosque. I hugged him with all my might to take him away. The other congregants also ran here and there to save themselves. I called the ambulance to immediately go to the scene so that I could evacuate the other pilgrims. Unexpectedly the explosion came from the hatred of a Jew against a Muslim who was doing worship. It was heard that the Jewish conspiracy was triggered by a social commotion. Then I ran to the ambulance to help evacuate the victim. I accompanied him to the hospital, then I asked the hospital to contact the victim's family. While waiting for the victim's family, the doctor asked me to sign a letter of action. But I refused, I said if I was just a volunteer who helped him to this hospital. But the doctor could not wait too long because the patient was losing a lot of blood. Bismillahirrohmanirrohim, in the name of Allah the Most merciful, I signed the letter.
Not long after the victim's family arrived, they asked the victim's name in a hurry. A father said his daughter name was Najma Adiba Orlin, which means a woman who is civilized and knowledgeable, like a shining golden star. Masha Allah is such a beautiful name. I was surprised when Ali came, what came to my mind was why is he here? Why did he come! Who did he meet? It turns out that Ali is the older brother of the victim I saved earlier. Masyaallah this world is so narrow, at that moment I want to go and disappear in front of him. But I was stopped  by the call. "Alfiyandreena Azma" Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan called me loudly, without looking at the situation and conditions. He came up to me and said "Thank you, you saved my sister's life. What can I do to repay all of this." I feel like I want to keep going without answering the question. But he looked at me deeply, even though at that moment my tears came out because of holding back this deep pain. How does it feel if the person you are fighting for will leave you and be side by side with someone else? Destroyed shattered that's how I feel right now. With all my might I answered him "thank to your God, only He can save his servant." Then I left him. But he chased me and asked me to take him home. But I refused. I don't want him to return the favor to me, I'm just an intermediary in today's events. But Ali begged to take me home. Then I agreed because I saw my clothes were full of blood. Ali kept asking me how I was.
"Are you okay Al? I see your clothes are full of blood" said Ali worriedly.
"I'm fine Li," I stammered.
"Why were you crying, Al? You didn't go to class today either! Where were you?" said Ali worriedly.
"I'm okay Li, please don't ask me anything" these were the two sentences that came out of my mouth. I still can't stabilize my situation.
Ali stopped his car at one of the malls in Jakarta, he asked me to change my dirty clothes. At first I refused, but in the end, I agreed because there was no way I could go home in this condition. And earlier, pak Udin contacted if my parents would arrive tonight. I also followed Ali from behind, we entered a clothing store with Islamic nuances. Ali immediately chose clothes for me, I immediately put them on. When I came out of the dressing room, Ali smiled happily at me. I don't know what that means? Did he just contact his fianc! Or did he get news that his sister's surgery was successful?
"Al, alhamdulillah Orlin's operation went smoothly, my mom and my dad entrust their gratitude to you," Ali said happily.
"You're welcome Li, all of this is by his will. I am just an intermediary for a servant who should help his fellow servants." I said as I walked out of the shop. Then Ali invited me to dinner, but I said it was too late. I took him home. Ali complied and followed me to the car.
When I got home, I was greeted happily by my parents. I couldn't hold back the tears of longing for them. We haven't seen each other for five months, it makes me miss you so much. I cried in their arms. While saying "Umi Abi I miss you so much". Then Ali cleared his throat, indicating that he wanted to be introduced to my parents.
"Umi Abi this is Alfi's friends, Â his name is Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan" I introduced Ali to my parents. "Assalamu'alaikum uncle aunty, how's your day? How is it in Istanbul Turkey?" said Ali with a smile. I mumbled, why did Ali know that my parents were in business in Istanbul Turkey! "Wa'alaikumussalam warohmatullah wabarokatu, we are good Ali, the atmosphere there is almost the same as in Jakarta son, it's hot," said Abi explaining. "How's your sister Li? has the surgery been completed? Umi saw the news that the Jami' mosque near your campus had an explosion!" Umi said explaining. "That's right mi, coincidentally Alfi brought Orlin to the hospital," I said while pouring tea to Ali. "But are you okay, Al?" said umi worried. "I'm okay umi, Alfi is fine." I said with a smile. "Alhamdulillah, thank you for protecting umi and abi's children," Abi said while stroking my head. "If there is no Alfi, Ali doesn't know what will happen to Orlin! aunty," Ali said pitifully. "Everything has become the will of Allah, son Ali, may we all always be in the protection of Allah SWT, amiin yarobbal alamin". Abi explained. Why do abi and umi know that Orlin is Ali's sister, why do umi and abi also know Ali. What is this! What happened. "Ali, abi and umi have given approval regarding Ali's application when we have not left for Turkey. But the real agreement lies in the decision of our daughter, Alfiandreena Azma," Abi said explaining. "What do you mean? Alfie doesn't know," I asked surprised. "Listen to me, before we left for Turkey, Ali and his family came to the house intending to propose to my father's daughter named Alfiandreena Azma, umi and abi agreed. But you don't fully agree without hearing your decision," he explained sincerely. "But Abi, why did you just say now? Ali already has a candidate, Abi. He told me about the ideal woman and he wrote in the book. And Alfi also heard the news that Ali was getting married this year, Abi. That's right, Li!" I said confirming. "That's right Al, I will marry this year if you are willing to accept me as your priest. The person I want and write in my notebook that I will present as a novel is the figure of you. I held back my love for you until I was able to speak in front of your parents. Bismillahirrohmanirrohim with the permission of Allah, I dare my intention to propose to you. Are you willing to be my wife Alfiyandreena Azma?" said Ali hopefully. My previously frozen heart is now melting with emotion, and my tears continue to flow non-stop.
I don't forget to thank God. Thank you for this life lesson, and thank you for answering my prayers. "Bismillahirromanirrohim, by Allah's permission, I am Alfiyandreena Azma accept your proposal Ali Muhammad Al-Hasan" I answered him in tears of happiness. "Alhamdulillah" my parents answered simultaneously, Bi Irah and Pak Udin. They are happy with our proposal. Ali did not feel tears were also dripping with happiness. Then we set a wedding date, three months apart from our wedding, time goes so fast. I immediately gave the happy news to my best friends, and it turned out that both of my friends already knew it. They congratulated me and gave me some marriage advice. Masyaallah my best friends began to grow into pious women.
"I accepted the marriage of Alfiyandreena Azma bint Ammar Fathe Karim with a set of prayer tools and the cash was paid in cash," said Ali with a sigh.
"Alhamdulillah, it's valid," the people who witnessed it answered in unison. Then I approached Ali accompanied by my parents with happy tears. The second time I salim to a man after my father. I kissed Ali's hand, and he held my head while praying. I didn't feel my tears falling in front of Ali, and Ali quickly wiped them away saying, "Don't cry and be sad, now I'm with you. I promise to make you happy, I promise to make you never cry in front of me because I will also be sad for your suffering." Masha Allah so lucky I got you. Then I held his hand tightly, and said "I love you because of Allah". Ali smiled happily.
Alhamdulillahirobbil Alamin, the gratitude that I continue to pray to you will never stop here. Thank you for everything You have given me Ya Robb. Behind all everyday day events that I experience is a test from You, thank you for answering all my prayers. My desperation at that time would not dampen my love for my creator. I am Yours and will return to You. If we let go of our love for humans, Allah SWT will bring our hearts closer to the person we believe will be our soul mate later. Insha Allah..
