MUJAHADAH MY LOVE
#episode 42's. Love at the first sight

*Yusuf

It seems that bringing Vero khuruj together is the right and best choice. He could see small changes begin to be shown by his sister after two days of running the program. Vero so much to sit while contemplating in order to self-muhabit. He also asked many questions related to important points in maintaining the strength of faith and worship.

"Can't you go out, Ustad?"

The corner of his lips was attracted when he recalled the reflex question of the younger brother yesterday during a session of faith mudzakarah. He thought then began to guess if his sister was liking someone, especially when shopping for khuj equipment the other day he had seen Vero buy some hijab and mukena. At first he thought it was all for the twins, but when he realized his two younger siblings were not hijabers, he was suspicious even though he was not sure to conclude.

He chose to keep all his curiosity. No different from him, Vero also needs time to process. It takes a pause to then step by step the sister can understand and then pull herself.

Ahh, his mind again ran on a temporary farewell drama between himself and Fathin, the halal lover-to-be. Again he had to swallow the bitter pill he did not see. Lying if he doesn't miss. Even the feeling seemed to torture him even more mercilessly especially if you remember the face full of tears Fathin on the terrace of the boarding house at that time.

Sometimes hesitates who try to deceive, can He be consistent with the commitment He has made? This is the first time I've liked a girl in a long time. Even in an instant the shady face with the mute bead had managed to steal his entire world in total. No moment passed but his heart and mind were filled with a strange sense of gnashing. The girl had actually managed to divert her world. He can even go so far as to want to change himself is because of Fathin.

The face that always scatters red when you meet him. An ever-successful sweet smile creates an unnatural gurgle in the chest.

"Gue must be able to stand up to himself." He again strengthened his determination not to be weak and beguiled.

It doesn't feel like all the programs are over. Return time. Day three in the charity ijtimai routine. All personnel sat back down again listening to some instructions and advice on release. Several times he glanced at Vero who looked serious listening to every word of the Mubayyin. Until it is not felt all back to shed tears when they arrived at the part how good God who never ceases to guide his servant_.

He still can't figure out how he's come this far to want to change. Remembering how his life had brought him back to shame before God. After all his evil and depravity, but Allah is still willing to give him guidance. Again He determined in his heart to use this opportunity. He has to completely change himself in a better direction.

He must really deserve first to then be able to dare to propose to Fathin. Being a good faith in a household heresy is not easy. It's not as easy as turning the palms. It takes a good knowledge and understanding to enter that world. A world so complex with all the conflicts and problems of life.

By late afternoon the bayan wabsyi assembly was closed. The congregation rested while waiting for the Ashar prayer. They were also seen gathering to form many groups. Mutual bermudzakarah, discussion about da'wah and the next agenda after from here.

Vero sat down to join. His sister is indeed a type of suple who can quickly adjust to the environment wherever he is. He quickly became familiar with anyone. Not to mention the habit of joking that makes it easy to recognize. Be a Vero speaker in a flash there. While He who notes are not too much to talk ends up being the best listener while occasionally smiling or laughing if there are things that He feels funny. In many ways it is different from Vero.

Adzan also nodded. After the prayer, they all separated. He and his brother separated in their car. In accordance with the previous deliberation he will bring home four people to their respective places. Vero also brought four others.

After all, he decided to return home. Bringing home all the new knowledge on his chest with the intention to practice it even though it can not be perfect.

He chose the direction that passed through the alley where Fathin's boarding house was. He deliberately slowed down the speed of his vehicle while looking inside. He didn't see Fathin there. After a long time, he went back on. I came home a little disappointed not to see Fathin from far away. Instantly he realized.

"What the fuck. I was determined not to meet him first. Abaghfirullahal 'adziim!" He patted his head slowly. He almost got out of control again.

**

*vero

He's back in this place. Sitting hesitantly while staring intensely at the narrow alley in front of him, just like three days ago. He grinned, a little funny at what he was doing. He had even met Mala, the girl who lived at the end of the narrow alley, but he was desperate to act more.

He turned to the side of the steering wheel and looked at the two paper bags containing the female hijab device. I don't know, the biggest tetiba wants to give something to the girl with the shady eyesn.

"If I go there samperin, what reason would I know if this girl was that?"

"Did I tell you this was the twins? But if they meet at school and the girl talks to the twins, what? Could've lost my face in the same bullied two boys."

"Aarrggh.. Really ribet, anyway. I just want a pedekate." He shuffled his hair in frustration.

"Down no, yeah?" Again he muttered while knocking on his car's steering wheel.

"Ah, I'm a samperin, huh. I told you this was from the twins. Business then I think again. Bismillah!" It strengthens the heart.

He then went down and gallantly stepped in down the narrow alley. For the umpteenth time He again heard the faint voice of mothers along the alley praising his good looks. Makes him walk.

He stood tensely in front of the door of the house again after knocking on the door and greeting. Especially when it sounds authentic from within and steps are getting closer. He then looked at his appearance quickly. Jeez, it turns out he still wears after the robe that he wears from Khuruj. He was a little afraid of his negligence. But, nevermind. This even looks like a real pious man, he thought.

Czechoslovak.

The door opened and poked the middle-aged woman's face with her friendly smile, but then it turned into a clumsy smile after the mother watched her closely.

"Who, huh?"

"Ehm, I'm Shafa's sister Marwa, Mom!" gagapan.

"Oh, the twins' sister. Come on, come on, come on, kid! But sorry the house is dirty messy, son!" He smiled so stiffly. Mala's mother immediately sumringah and without hesitation as if she had known for a long time pulled her hand and thrust her in the guest chair that was quite worn out.

"No, Mom. I won't be long. Just want to take this to the twins for Mala." He said quickly while offering his luggage.

Mala's mother who was about to go inside finally sat back down after receiving a paper bag from her.

"Oh, that, yeah. Yeah, I called Mala first, yeah, inside."

"Who, Ma?" yet Mala's mother had not been able to wake up, the girl had softly answered from the inside to the place. Makes him uneasy.

Suddenly he was nervous and confused about what to say to the girl who had now stood looking at him clumsy and astonished. He replied to that soft face that now even lowered his head to avoid a face-to-face fight with him.

"Sit to, Son. There are guests, why even stand dumb." the mother cut off each of them.

"Yes, Mom. Sorry."

"Hi!" He greeted doubtfully.

Mala nodded as a sahutan. Noiseless.

"Well, have you met before?"

"Udah, Mom!"

"Udah Aunt!"

Jeez, why should it be the same, the hell, the mind is more and more.

"Yes, already. I live to dalem. You guys talk first. Maybe Nak..,"

"Vero, aunt."

"Dad. Maybe some Vero wants to be sidelined with Mala."

"Yes, aunt."

He was again tense after the death of Mala's mother. Of course, this was the first time he had ever visited a girl. He did not even heed Rishad's advice during the khuruj yesterday, to avoid this kind of thing, close to the non-muhrim.

He looked at the cute face of Mala. The girl looked at him doubtfully.

"That's Shafa's keeping Marwa for you." He finally opened his voice, breaking the silence that had been created.

"What is this, brother?"

He rubbed his shoulders pretending not to know. It was like confusion.

"Gift or gift of times."

Mala frowned again but did not ask again. Making her draw the conclusion if the girl was the quiet type. It seems he should be more active in talking. But, what do you want to talk about? Even this time they could talk a little. Alright. This is just the beginning. Relaxed. There are plenty of opportunities ahead. He has to keep the image as well. Fixes. Today is enough. Time to go home and make the next move.

"Yes, if so, I say it first. It was afternoon too."

"Oh, yeah. Don't wait to drink it first?"

"No need. God willing next time."

"If so thank you already brought this. Sorry about the nicotine. Tell me the twins thank you so much for sending." Mala said nervously. He replied with a nod while smiling faintly.

After the farewell he went home. Mala stood up to take him to the terrace. He had time to throw a smile towards Mala before again walking gallantly down the narrow alley.

His face returned to smile. I felt crazy about what he just did. But, he has been bothered to like Mala since the first meeting.

Love at the first sight.

TBC>>