Friends Towards Heaven
What's the matter, Humairahku?

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After a lot of things that happened outside the limits should be, it's good that I keep quiet and don't ask. I don't want to ruin the atmosphere either. I think everything that I intend well and I run in the best way, in God will end well too.

I found the answer before asking the question. It is he who is the reason why the thing that should be running in his path is out of his tracks. I think I'm done. Can I say goodbye?*

Muhammad Fathan Al - Zikri

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Fahtah pov:

Today is Friday.

After Friday I was busy in the hall preparing mickrophone and other necessities to be used by the city spirit team who will give materials on Saturday night.

I was appointed as a committee because it was the members of the osis who will provide the importance that will be needed later.

I was told by ustad anwar to take care of the mickrophone problem and put one on the table.

Starting from the protocol table, the table that will read the Qur'an to the table that will be used by the pendo'a for gladi.

When I put the mic on the protocol desk, I accidentally saw the arrangement of the event that was requested by ustadz anwar. I took the paper and read it casually.

But I was a little surprised when I saw the name that filled the position of the reader al qu'an.

I saw the name Aisyah Humairah plastered next to the original school that is Al Ikhlas High School.

Without me telling me, my heart was racing very fast.

A name that is a reason for me to fight.

A name that in recent years I have never been connected because I do not want to position it in this wrong position.

And all this time I almost managed to forget it. I wish to remember for a long time.

However, today on Friday afternoon I saw the name again.

The name whose owner is always enthroned in my every bow.

I don't want to get dizzy.

If I meet him, I'll greet him.

But if I do not meet him, then I assume God is perfecting my efforts towards Aisha in the noblest way.

Mickrophone I've put in each position.

I sat down to see if it was ayesha, my crying little girl, I smiled to myself remembering every inch of what I spent with her some time ago.

"Fathan."

Ustadz anwar called me.

"Yes ustadz, what's upadz? Can fathan help ustadz?"

I rushed towards ustadz anwar.

"Fathan hasten to mushola, today you are the priest to take the place of hasbi. He's been sick. Can son?"

Ustadz anwar asked me to replace hasbi.

"Oh, can ustadz. Fathan will kemushola ustadz, will soon want ashar."

I'm undertaking.

"Thank God, thank you fathan. Go to mushola."

Along with me coming out of the hall, I saw that the rohis team had already come.

Want me to greet them and make sure I have my cup there. But my heart is full

"God is more important."

I also passed.

After the muezzin completed the adhan and iqomah,

I'm welcome to the front.

I began to carry out my duty to the God of all things.

I always thank Him for the great pleasure in this prayer, because not everyone can feel the pleasure.

After the greeting, I recited and prayed. Afterwards, I rushed to the hall because the gladi was about to begin.

I'm worried if there's anything to do with the mickrophone and I'm in charge.

As I sat down to put my shoes on, I saw a fighter who was also putting his shoes in front of me.

I don't know why I remember seeing that girl. But I couldn't see her face clearly because she was focusing on tying her shoelaces.

I don't know where I'm pushing from, I keep watching the woman.

Shortly after, I saw a man waiting for her. I'm getting confused, though,

I was right away because I was suudzan to His creature.

I was more surprised when the girl raised her face, my guess was right. Turns out he was my humor.

But who is that guy? I refocused my delayed shoes.

"God, I ask You for negative thoughts. O Allah keep me from suudzan."

I tried to calm myself.

After I finished putting on the shoes, I immediately rushed towards the hall.

I still see Caca in front of me.

Walking with someone who hopefully that's not who Caca is.

I wanted to see Caca but stopped because I saw the man earlier.

They did not walk side by side but from the look on his face both aisha and the man looked very happy because they occasionally laughed.

I continue to hold the privilege in my heart, may everything be okay.

"Fathan!"

I was called by the maharani.

"Well, what's rani?"

I turned towards rani

"Can you not allow the mic in the picket room? It cannot be used."

I rushed to the picket room.

Because I was afraid of being negligent with my work that was still going on in the hall.

"Well, rani's done. You forgot to plug it into the electricity."

I am satisfied with my work.

"Hehe, I'm sorry I was careless fathan, thank you for helping."

Rani smiles.

"Yes, the father's gone yes, there's still her duty hall." I say goodbye to rani

"yes fathan, thank you again."

I'm elapsed.

I heard sayup sayup arrahman's letter being chanted.

"Ma shay god"

I murmured because of that sura, the rhythm is very beautiful.

I heard the voice of his reader tremble signifying that he was very fond of sentence by sentence in god.

I just realized that the one who brought the surah was aisyah humairah.

"Alhamdulillah, it turns out that Caca is already adept at reading the Qur'an"

I said in my heart. I forgot about Aisyah who was happy with the man I didn't know who it was.

I intend to listen to him in front of the door of the hall so that if I come out of the hall I can meet him immediately.

When Surah arrahman has been closed by the sentence tasdiq, I also recited it in my heart.

I'm waiting for Caca to come out and I intend to just say hello. However, 15 minutes passed. Caca didn't even come out of the hall. I decided to look at it through the window.

However, what I saw was a tear-wiping caca.

In front of him was standing the man who had been waiting for Caca to put on shoes when in the middle of the day.

Caca smiled while looking down and the man also smiled.

My tongue is my heart.

Is that so close to that guy?

Is that how quickly Caca forgot me?.

Usually I am the one who always entertains the caca if the child has begun to shed tears. After a long time I and I separated, I thought she had changed.

But in fact Caca still likes to cry and now it's not me who calms him anymore.

"God, I trust you with everything. I believe that if Caca is really my soul mate, no matter how far he goes, I am the place to go. But if I wasn't his match, as close as I was to him I wouldn't be his place to go."

I'm getting out of the hall.

I don't think my meeting with Caca this time was the right one.

"Decree, I'm sorry you can't greet you."