As beautiful as Destiny
Prologues

"Graduate!" one word that was thrown from Citra's lips when she saw the envelope containing the graduation letter of High School, the girl jumped for joy.

Citra Asshofiyah, a Jambi girl who studied in Jakarta, the first daughter of the second child of the couple Raina and Hamzah, she has an older brother named Fajar who is continuing his studies in Germany. Her father worked as a CEO at CR Corporation, while her mother only worked at Home.

At the same time, the sedada haired girl, the white uniform and the gray skirt below the knees hugged Citra with wisdom.

"Gua is so cool, Ra!" Jasmine grinned while releasing her embrace.

"Other than me" he replied.

The eyes of the two girls highlighted the two figures of the man approaching them.

"Congratulations, Ra!" Andri, one of the men who congratulated Citra with a distinctive smile from her lips.

"Thank you, uh-isn't Brother Andri going to college in America? How come it's here?"

"What the hell is it? Can't you, well people are here?"

"I'm just nanya."

Andri mangosteen, "yes... Yep... Yep. Whatever!"

"Sister Haidar why are you here, right you guys have to go to college?"

"If I go to college, I can't come by after your graduation?"

"Ish Kak, is learning more important, if just say congratulations can you pass hp?"

"Please calm down, Ra! We're on his college days again,"

The mouth of the image forms the letter 'o'.

"The image of the beloved is safe?" jasmine's voice sounded like sulking.

Andri patted his eel, "oh yeah forgot, congratulations Jasmine!"

"Congratulations Jasmine, Image!" said Haidar.

"Thank you!" the pungent tone was issued by Jasmine.

"Occustomed to answer!" ledek Haider.

"Where do you want to go?" both Citra and Jasmine, they looked at each other accompanied by her sweet smile.

"The University of Auckland!" answers synchronously.

"Widihh, what faculty?"

"Medicine!" the answer is still in unison

"I'm like dong?" ask Andri. Image and Jasmine both nodded.

"If I had, then, in Al-Azhar, in Cairo, Egypt, "

"Not to be explained in detail! I know, too," said Jasmine.

"But why are you not with Andri alone in America?"

"Because we want it in New Zealand," replied Jasmine soberly, Haidar let out a rough breath.

"Where if the pass payin we eat?" that sneaky idea filled Haidar's brain.

"Gua agrees!" keep Andri.

"Partner only pay, the cave does not bring more money!" jasmine's face paled, The image that heard her instantly knitted her brows.

"Ra, the cave time is a little, let's buy our rice Padang!" Haidar nyelonong went to Padang rice shop without waiting for a response from Citra.

The image could only move on, following Haidar who became the navigation of the three of them.

Citra took a position facing Andri, making his heartbeat race very quickly, because Andri was the one who filled the space of his heart. Accidentally the beads of their eyes met, this was what Citra wanted, looking at her for longer. With Andri.

Deheman Haidar's voice faded their daydreams, while Jasmine looked at the two young children with strange facial expressions.Yes, because both of them were the most understanding of the religion of the four of them. Nah! That is, it looks more insightful about religion. Well, like that. They know little by little about religion. And now, Haidar time to follow them to deepen religious knowledge in Cairo according to the wishes of his father who worked TNI rank Captain.

"Be careful! Demons play use the subtle way loh." perremember Haidar.

The two men recited Istighfar in their hearts.

"Why do we eat rice Padang anyway? Usually people if treat or eat-eat well eat meatballs." protest Jasmine while eating rice Padang.

"If eating meatballs is not full, because there is no rice, if the rice is delicious, the rice can be added, beehhhhh it mantep!" Haidar thumbs up, it feels very delicious. Enjoy, people are treated.

"Stay that meatball tuh-, "

"Udah, bring you! Eat a lot of protest." cut Haidar make Jasmine pursed her lips.

While Citra and Andri just keep quiet while eating the food in front of him, alienating the debate with two candidates who both can not be controlled with advice.

"Over the cave mate of the two of you!"

"Old cave mate you two!" reply Haidar who does not want to lose with Andri.

Andri and Citra again recited Aamiin simultaneously in her heart.

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Rained out. Short words to describe the current weather. Citra had just returned from Gramedia, but in the middle of the road he was hit by rain, making the girl had to pull over at the stop while waiting for either angkot or whatever, the important thing is that the girl can return home safely. Etts wait! The image is not waiting for angkot, but a passing taxi.

Her tiny hand held a plastic bag containing several novel books written by Habbiburrahman El Shirazy, or more familiarly called, Kang Abik. The image has actually read all the titles of books by Kang Abik, but I don't know where the books are all. The image never gets tired of reading it.

The rain was getting heavier, even accompanied by the sound of thunderclaps, making Citra frightened. He was alone at the stop, there was no one to take shelter here, nor was there a taxi passing by, only a private car passing by.

A few minutes later, the Maghrib was heard, but there was no sign of the rain disappearing, no sign of the thundering cessation.

Every now and then the girl glanced at the watch on her wrist. At 17:57.

The image was bored, but he did not dare to pull out his phone because of the lightning that continued to strike.

The sound of motorbike moans disperse the reverie of Citra which also stops at the stop. A man in a thick jacket who was already soaked in water began to sit on the stop chair. When their views meet. Equally surprised.

"Sister?" The image let out a slightly hoarse voice

"Citra, where's abis from?"

"Grammed,"

Andri took off his wet jacket and put it on the bench stop.

"From before yourself?" Imagra.

"Udah adzan maghrib, shalat first yuk!" bring him.

Image shook his head, "Pictures no longer pray." Andri only nodded when he got an answer.

"Where do you want to pray?"

"Here I am," Andri immediately rolled up his pants to calves, and began ablution from the rain that soaked the earth of God.

Andri again tidied his pants up to the length above the ankle when finished ablution. Andri immediately proclaimed the Adhan because it was time. The heart of Citra was filled with the sound of baritones. Beautiful nan syahdu.

Heart's serene. Calm. Ahhh, Andri always makes Citra melt.

Andri immediately pulled out the prayer mat from her backpack. Spreading prayer mats on cement. The image continues to pay attention to Andri's activities.

Andri glanced at Citra. Andri began to chuckle at Citra who continued to pay attention to him, "What the hell, Ra, look mulu-wail?" The image smiled as it shook its head.

As soon as possible Andri performs his obligatory worship. The image still steals the view. His face was calm and calm heart and mind. Unknowingly, the corner of the image's lips lifted, forming a sweet smile.

Assalamualaikum warahmatullah, Andri turns his head to the right-left. Marking that the prayer is finished. As he got up, Citra immediately took the prayer mat and folded it neatly.

Andri looked at the activity that only the girl did. His heart is like a flower that blooms. His heart was like a marathon man.

"So, how long does the rain stop?"

Andri shook his shoulder, "i'm not God." Andri paused his sentence five seconds, "Sometimes we are less grateful for the rain, but the rain is a mercy from the Most Rich. Many people like to complain because of the rain, but when the drought they protest to anyone, blame any party, including God. Why are they so? Because they are less grateful."

"Sister, your presence means what it means to be grateful, to have sustenance, to be a soul mate and to die. I am grateful to meet people like you, as if you are the sustenance that God has always bestowed on me, I have learned a lot about your soul mate and I want, when death picks up, you who are beside me lead me at once."

"So special am I in your eyes?"

"That's not all I'm saying, but one day I'm going to tell you what's more special than that,"

"I think that's just a small part of your perfection,"

"Only Allah is Most Perfect, Ra,"

"I know, but between me, you, Haidar, and Jasmine, you're the perfect one in my eyes,"

"But I just want to be perfect in God's eyes,"

"Pray! I want every strand of your prayer, brother."

Andri threw out a subtle breath, for some reason Citra liked the sound of her breathing so much. May I always hear your every breath, brother. If I may choose, I want my life first raised. Because I will not be able to accept, that you no longer exist in the world, Inner Image.

"Sister, "cloak Citra that makes Andri turn his head while clearing his throat.

"Do you know what love is?"

"I'm not good at love, but I can feel it. I can't describe what it looks like. But this is how I love someone in silence,"

"Like the love of Fatimah and Ali?" ask Citra.

"It may be the desire of such a person, but it depends on the condition and situation. And this is how I love someone, because I'm not good at expressing feelings,"

"Who's the guy?"

"You'll know one day, Ra,"

There was pain in his heart. Is this pain Citra loves him? But he does not know yet, who fill the emptiness of Andri's heart. Still don't want to give up.

The rain started to subside, but still not a single taxi passed. Citra activates its gawai, and opens an online ojek application.

"You want to ride an online motorcycle?"

"Yes, brother, if you wait for a taxi later."

"Don't you go with me!"

"Gak ah Brother! Bondage time?" reject Image subtly.

"Sister, there's no way we're boning."

"What is the same as online? It's not even someone you know."

"Who knows the driver is a woman,"

"Keep if your men cancel that?" Silencing imagery.

"Have you climbed! My bag's big and I'm gonna put it in the back!"

With full of doubt, Citra finally obeyed Andri's orders.

"Have you?" Andri ascertained the position of Citra sitting.

"Here you go" he answered briefly.

Andri drove his bike at normal speed. Both are equally awkward.There has been no talk.

"Sister, your jacket is wet,"

"Yes you know,"

"You know wet, why is it still on the cake?" image Dengus when he gets a response that is not as he wishes.

"You're coming home, because the weather's cold,"

"It's colder if you wear the jacket." Andri was breathing tired.

"Keep me what? I'll wear short sleeves."

"Later fit at Citra House, the jacket Citra keringin first!" hatchlings.

"Don't!" reject Andri.

"Must!" force Image.

Andri can only move. Who can win against women?They arrived at the magnificent American style house. Painted white and gray.Slow Image down from the motor. Followed by Andri.

"Sister, come on in!" Andri nodded.

"Assynnya!"

"Glamma!" Mr. Grace opened the gate decorated with flowers, "eh Non Citra, enter Non!"

"Sister, the bike is in?"

"Yes,"

"Sir Mercy please enter the motorcycle Kak Andri!"

"Ready Non! Excuse me Den, the bike I'm in first!"

"Thank You Sir!"

"Together, Den!"

Andri followed Citra from behind. Entering a beautiful and magnificent home. When opening the main door, the two of them had already encountered the spacious living room.

"Assynnya!" say hello to both.

"Girlwindsalam! Imagery, Andri?" that's the typical sound of a middle-aged woman clad in green robe with a matching veil color approaching two young people.

The image kissed Raina's hand gently. Andri just cupped his hands in front of his chest.

"Sit down yuk!" bring Raina.

Andri's body landed on the soft sofa, "Sister, his jacket Citra Keringin first here!" Andri took off her jacket which made her cold.

"Here," Andri thrust out his hand filled with his jacket. The image grabbed the jacket.

"Wait a minute!" The owner of the jacket nodded.

The girl walked towards the clothes drying place, where there was also Bi Sari.

"Bi Sari, can you please Citra?"

"Well, Non, what help?"

"Please get this jacket! Image want to make anget tea." The image thrust the wet jacket at Bi Sari.

"Ready,Non!"

The image immediately went to the kitchen to make warm tea for himself and Andri. I don't know why it tastes different when he makes dishes for guests usually with Andri.

The image too lets this liking develop into love. The taste that used to be just normal, now it has exceeded it. Doshe her?

The image returned to the living room when the warm tea was finished. The image was very painstaking as it placed the warm tea cup on the table.

Citra took her sitting position next to Raina.

"Drink first, brother!"

"Thank you!" Andri sipped the tea slowly.

"Ra, when are you coming to New Zealand?"

"Tomorrow, Brother,"

There was an aura of sadness from Andri's expression. "totally tomorrow?" Imagra.

"His father told him today, but his image won't. I want it tomorrow," Raina continued.

"You're medical school, Dri?"

"Yes Bun. I always wanted to be a doctor,"

"Sama Kayak Citra very. Tantenya told to be a designer he did not want,"

"Sister, Bun! Eat first yuk! "

"No need, Ra. I'm going straight home!"

"No! Your jacket is also in the cold. Let's eat first!"

"Yes Dri. We'll eat first!"

Andri could only move. Now there are two opponents. Andri certainly lost.

"This is what Bi Sari loh cooks!" exclaiming Bi Sari who suddenly appeared just like that to the dining room.

"Oh yeah? It looks good, Bi,"

"It feels good too, handsome!"

"Auntie is flirtatious!" image Protest.

"Lumayan oruh Non, dapet handsome guy guest. Which woman does not care about Den Andri? Except Madam," Bi Sari smirked.

"Definitely Non also klepek klepek is the same Den Andri?" Bi Sari raised her eyebrows with a seductive smile.

"Huh? What, Bi?" image's face blushed, could not be hidden anymore shame.

Andri just put on a smile. But who would have thought, now his heart rumbled violently.

"Judah eat yuk!" The image shifted so that his embarrassment soon disappeared.

"Si Non mah meuni pinter ngalihin talk," ledek Bi Sari while taking a sitting position near Andri.

"God willing! Bi Sari Pinter really sat down Andri deket" said Raina.

"The deck bench Den Andri was empty. While the Non sat down deket Madam. Yaudah or I sat down with a handsome Den deck. Appreciable. The opportunity didn't come twice," everyone in the living room laughed.

"Eh yes Bi, love Mr. Grace eat gih! kasian Pak Rahmat like not eating." pinta Citra.

"Ready Miss!" Bi Sari skilled the portion of the meal into the plate for Pak Rahmat , after which he moved from his seat leaving the Owner and Andri.

"Non. Place Bi Sari not in the place where Den Andri is located!" bi Sari said from a distance.

The image shook its head in wonder.

Unknowingly, Andri stared fixedly at Citra's face. The girl of German descent did not realize that anyone stole a look at her even though Andri was sitting opposite her.

Andri complains of every face. Beans nose, blue eyes, pink lips, oval face, brown eyebrows, and smooth white face.

Really, I can't be lied to anymore. Andri fell in love with the girl. The girl who always danced in his brain. Fading his mind when he remembered it.

Making him always recite 'Masya Allah' from the bottom of his heart. It was beautiful to see the movement of his lips that chewed the food menu. It feels more fun than seeing food. Even the jewelers on this Earth alone were defeated by her beauty.

Andri jumped in shock as there were five fingers waving before his eyes.

"Den Andri why is ngeliatin the Non-mulu? Beautiful Non?"

Andri was nervous, not knowing what to answer, "E... Not really Bi. Who else is Citra? The other person saw it as a painting," Andri pointed to a frame painting of the name 'Citra Asshofiyah' engraved with calligraphy. The painting is behind the image.

"Yeeh... Si Den Andri mah pinter ngeles kayak si Non. Yeah, like a young mah pinter ngeles, yeah?"

"Maybe Bi. I think Mommy agrees with Bi Sari's opinion this time,"

Citra and Andri just bowed in shame.

"Kasian nanya Kak not eaten from earlier," Citra softly insinuated.

"The smell is also kasian oruh, Non!"

"Yes... Aye!" Imagery relented.

"Take it, handsome Den!"

"Yes Bi," Andri bribed the food into his mouth. Making a movement in his mouth.

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Oh yes guys! There are some parts that I need to revise. Maybe all part. So, please be patient if there are any irregularities in this story. At first I would like to make a revision, but my hands are already gatel. But, I've got a new update part. Insha'allah. Just calm.

So, of course God willing the story will be better.

Happy reading to everyone!