Hijrahku From Dating
part 29's

My relationship with Irma has been going on for 6 months. I never asked for a day off, so it's only Sunday. I'm getting busy studying. Mbak Irma is also happy to see me who is so aggressively pursuing goals. So are Papa & Mama who are proud of me every time I show the value of training given mbak Irma. Thankfully, the results are always satisfactory.

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I also tried hard to find registration info at UGM via HP. And today is the sending of self data and value report via e-mail.

"Sir, can I pinch the laptop?" ask me, when we rest.

"Can. Here," replied Irma while sliding her laptop in front of me.

"Thank you, mbak. I would like to send my personal data and grades of class XI Semester 2 and class XII Semester 1 to 2, to e-mail PPMB UGM mbak," I explained.

"Yes. Open aja. The pulse of the modem is still a lot of koq," bargained mbak Irma.

I started opening my g-mail account.

"I was going to send it via HP, mbak. But I want there to be a value that must be sent and the value data can not be opened in HP. Maybe because the data size is too big a time, huh? Mmmm.." I said as my eyes stared at the laptop screen.

"Aaa this! Alhamdulillaah, my teacher has sent the value data I intended. He sent it in June. I want to go to the hospital. Said the minister in WA, my teacher has sent value data to all students," I said.

Madam Irma is just a mangosteen.

Ten minutes later, I finished sending the e-mail. Bismilla. I took a long breath. May I be accepted.

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I stared at the books that were in front of me with confidence. The night is creeping.

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"Eat first, son!" call my mom from the dining room.

"Tumben's eating at this hour?" asked Papa who walked towards me while carrying a Qur'an.

"Yes, Pa. So pleased. Not feel one more month, Annisa will feel busy college like them. The thing I've been missing for a long time" I replied and began to bribe the rice.

"Hmm alhamdulillaaho. Have you sent the registration data? Isn't the registration today?" asked Papa while stroking my head.

"Already, Pa. Borrowed his laptop from Irma for a moment" I replied.

"Oh yes yes. For registration and donation money problems, Papa will send via Papa's account. Later after eating, you go to the living room and we use Papa's laptop to continue the registration completeness," bargained Papa who was still standing next to me.

"Thank you Pa" I said, looking up at Papa.

Papa nodded, then walked into the living room to read the Qur'an's mushaf.

My mom finished her dinner.

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"Yaa Allaah, make it easy for me to enter UGM. Give our families the blessings of faith and health. So that I can pursue my goals. Please allow Rabb. I want to study in Jogja, protect me while there and as long as I part with my parents again. You are my only helper. I've tried my best. As a result, I give to Mu, O Rabb," my prayer after the Fajr prayer in the room.

Then I took the Qur'an and began to recite the verses of Allah. This is my habit after the dawn prayer. Appeal to Allah and confide in Him all my troubles. At times like this, I feel a great calm. The calm I never got when I confided in a human. Their answers are always unable to satisfy my heart.

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Seriate.