Hijrahku From Dating
part 55's

I wiped my tears and went to the mirror.

"Would seorg Annisa, a dating activist, turn into a sholehah woman?" I murmured while looking at my face in the mirror.

"Nothing is impossible" I said again, putting HP on the table where my cosmetics were.

I combed my hair that was starting to dry and pinched it. Then, I took the hijab in the closet and put it on. I took my towel roughly, then stepped towards the clothesline. I hung up my towel, and I remembered something.

"Sirma! Yes, I have to go to Irma's mother to treat my anger, "my inner self.

I approached Papa who was sitting on the living room couch and reading the newspaper.

"Pa? Can I go to Irma's sister's rumha for a second?" I asked, asking for permission.

"Mr Irma's not home, Nis. He now works in Bekasi" replied Papa.

"Ooh, yes it's Pa," I said as I passed.

I went to my room and got my phone. Intend to chat WA Mbak Irma. Luckily, he's online. However, tick one. I'm blocked. Most likely Ms. Irma deliberately avoided me. More precisely, avoiding Brother Sam. Because I have known Kak Rere for a long time, maybe Ms. Irma knows that Kak Rere told me all about Ms. Irma during my time in Jogja. Ah yes, Brother Rere! I immediately chat WA Brother Rere & to the point. I told you all about Vina's rejection of my hijrah. Not long after, Brother Rere replied.

"Patience, Annia. It was a test for your hijrah. That is not how much, compared to the stone-throwed Messenger of Allah, even the infidels are called mad" replied Brother Rere.

I breathe a sigh of relief. I don't have to doubt my hijrah.

"Annisa! Breakfast first, son!" mom shouted from the dining room.

"Yes, Maa," I replied as I threw my HP into the bed, carelessly.

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During the holidays, I spend more time on positive things. Help clean the lawn in the yard, clean up, help Papa type reports, mijitin Mama, and as his.. Anyway, everything that could distract me from the chat and with the ikhwan who is not a mahram. I have also finished cleaning up my brother's contacts in my HP. Regarding college interests, I can contact them through the group. I've erased all my memories in the sosmed with Bangkit, and Roy. Ah, the memories of the new Rise I'm erasing now because I'm busy with college work. In my spare time, I spend my time reading Sam's novel.

Like this afternoon, I was sitting in the living room, reading. The part I like the most is the talk of the person who reconciles the heart. Among them :

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"Allah says :

"O man, verily the promise of God is true, let not the life of the world deceive you and let not the devil deceive you, deceive you about God. Verily, the devil is an enemy to you, so consider him your enemy (you), for indeed he only invites his golongan so that they may be the inhabitants of a blazing hell". [QC. FAIRY (35) 5 - 6].

Try pondering. When Antum chooses to date, Antum knows that she is a real enemy, but why does antum follow him? And if Antum is asked, want to go to heaven or hell? I must answer, want to go to heaven. But why, the chosen path is the path to hell? Do we feel safe from the commandment of God? Is it with dating and breaking the rules of the religion, antum just feel calm? Feeling like you have no God's warning? Does God not see us? Does God feel like he is ignoring us? It is written in the Qur'an,

"Will those who do evil think that they will escape from (the punishment) of Us? It's so bad what they set it". [QC. AL-ANDKABUT (29) 4]."

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"Yaa Allaah, forgive me, O Allaah. Servant is afraid of Your punishment" I said in my heart, closing my eyes.

Suddenly, Mama came and I opened my eyes.

"It seems, lately you've been busy with novels" Mama said as she picked up Kak Sam's novel and observed the cover.

"Ooh, good from the title. The authoraa.." said Mama hangs.

*deg's!

What if Mama knew that the author was her nephew who had run away all this time?

"Samsul 'Abdurrahman" Mama muttered while still observing the novel.

"Hmmh, the same name as Sam's sister, son," Mama continued, putting the novel to the table again.

"I-iya Ma," I said nervously.

"Easy-allegations he's fine, son," said Mama as she passed.

"Aamiin Ma" I replied.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully Mama did not ask me about Sam. It's not time yet to tell you, it hasn't been a month.

"O yes, Nis!" mama stopped her steps.

*deg's.

Mom turned body.

"Let's not forget to lift the clothesline if it's dry" ordered Mama.

"Okay, Ma!" reply cheerfully.

Mama turned around and continued her steps. I stroked the chest, relieved.

"I'm sorry Annisa, Ma. The author of the novel, is indeed a niece, Mama. I'm sorry, Annisa can't be honest right now, Ma" I said in my heart.

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Seriate.