Hijrahku From Dating
part 58's

"Hello, oworld! I had been ready to come with my hijrah" I said with a happy smile.

I stared at the big writing of Gajah Mada University with sparkling eyes. I have to be prepared for whatever risks I'm going to face here, in clothes like this. Keep my feet up straight.

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*TIIIINN!

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The sound of a car horn deafened my ears. I covered my right ear and I looked. It turned out to be Dimas' car, which stopped to the right of where I was standing. Vina opened the car glass.

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"Eh there are mothers here. Annisa's...Annisa's.. With that cake suit, your prima donna image on this campus will fade. But I'm happy, because I'm going to take your place on this campus!" vina said, then smiled cynically.

"Women are slander to men, Vin. And we can't start the fire of slander, "I replied.

"ah! Huh already! Don't be so talkative! Inget, even though your clothes are like that, you are not an ustadzah!" vina said grumpily.

"Catsau, Annisa. I have helped Mama Lo! Lo ga pantes pake mukena that cake! Not fashionable!" timpal Dimas's.

A feeling of tightness enveloped my chest. I ran to class, hoping to let out my tears. Arriving at the classroom door...

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"Excuse me! Haji ma'am wants to come in!" ledek a friend.

"Just because of a broken heart, pretentious and want to move? It's chic!" tell another friend.

"What about santri heh?"

"Haha mukena, helloouw!"

"Ga so fashionable, Nis!"

"Nyesel I once liked lo, if the ending you use the cake!"

"Don't fuck around here! In Arabic sono!"

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Insult for the sake of insulting my entire class, further shrinking my nyaliku. It increased the tightness in my heart and melted the clear circles in my eyes. I turned around. Shortly after, Vina arrived.

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"Why is he still here?" ask Vina.

"No one wants to support my hijrah, Vin," I replied with tears.

"What's? Supportable? Don't dream of you! O yes I want to tell you, from now on we are not friends anymore! We're just friends!" Vina.

"What difference?" my many.

"You're a foolish what the hell? Yes, it is clearly different! Friends 'kan place confide & deket really. While friends are not friends. And since we're just friends, we're not as close as we used to be. Okay?" clearly Vina.

"Thank you, Vin. Still consider me a friend" I replied, wiping away tears.

"Don't be smirked! I consider you a friend, because your Mama Papa paid me for college. If not, maybe I don't want to talk to you anymore!" Vina.

"I would not be considered a friend by anyone on this earth, but only a human being. As long as Allah blesses me and Allah is with those who are patient" I said.

"Udah ah! Move over!" vina exclaimed as she pushed my body to the side.

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My tears broke again. I leaned my body against the outer wall of the classroom, then slumped on the floor. Then, the lecturer was seen walking towards my class. I stood up and wiped my tears. I took a long breath.

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"Bismillaah," I said.

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Then go into class with a bow. I dare not look at my friends. God, can I stand all these tests?

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"Assalaamu'alaikum Pa, Ma," my regards as soon as I met Papa & Mama who was having a conversation in the hotel garden.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam Nak" Papa replied as I shook and kissed Papa's hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Koq your eyes are puffy, son?" mama said when I kissed Mama's back.

"So Annisa's friends did not like Annisa who is now, Annisa who has migrated. But koq Pa gakpapa, Ma. O yes I have good news for Papa and Mama" I said cheerfully.

Mom and Dad looked at each other.

"Koq your friends do not like your hijrah, but even good news anyway?" ask Papa.

I opened a Video Call service in WA. Means to contact someone.

"Assalaamu'alaikum Annisa," said he across the street.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam," I replied and thrust my HP towards Papa & Mama.

Both of them were surprised.

"MaaaaAllaah ... Sam's? Is this you, son?" ask Papa not to believe.

"Yes, Om," replied Brother Sam.

"This is really you? Alhamdulillaah," said Mama and covered her mouth with her hands. Signs of disbelief.

I leaned my phone in a flower vase with the screen still facing Papa & Mama. Brother Sam tells all the past of Brother Sam to become what he is now. Brother Sam apologized for having 'disappeared' and kept everything a secret. I see, the clear grain in Mama's eyes has fallen many times hearing Kak Sam's explanation. Brother Sam also told me about his meeting with me in the park, until I could hijab syar'i like now.

"Om disappointed when you run away. But, now Om is very proud of you," said Papa with a sad face.

"Tante thanks you so much, son. It's changed Annisa like we hoped. Later, Auntie will inform both of your parents. They must be very proud" Mama said on the sidelines of her cries.

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The sun gushed itself again at the western end, after being replaced overnight by the stars. This afternoon, Uncle & Aunt have arrived in Jogja. They both rest in Kak Sam's shophouse. After college, me, Papa & Mama came to Kak Sam's house to celebrate Kak Sam's gathering in our midst. After all this time longing to have imprisoned and tortured our hearts for so many years. We had dinner together at Sam's house.

"Assalaamu'alaikum," said Papa.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Om, Aunt, Annisa, come on in. Papa said Mama is inside" said Brother Sam while kissing Papa's hand.

But with Mama, Brother Sam cupped both hands in the chest.

"Yes. Come Ma. Come on, son," take Papa.

"Annisa wants to talk to Sam for a while" I asked.

"okay! But not for long, yeah. You are not mahram! Ntar can like each other again," said Mama while glaring funny.

"Hide. Just relax, Ma. Brother Sam's heart has been made .." I said as I glanced at Brother Sam.

"Who? Who?" ask Mama.

"This aunt. Annisa if you say no haphazardly, yes!" said Brother Sam.

I just held back the laughter of seeing Brother Sam who was misbehaving.

After I made sure Papa Mama had entered, I intended to ask Brother Sam.

"Pocket. What the hell are you talking about?" ask Brother Sam.

"Is Brother Sam the same Mama not mahram?" my many.

"Oh that. An aunt with a nephew is indeed a mahram. Like an uncle with his niece. But, if on condition of uncle or aunt it is the brother or sister of our father or mother. Well, for aunts-in-law or uncles-in-law, I mean, an uncle who is the husband of a real aunt, or an aunt who is the wife of our real uncle, not a mahram. So, since your mother was the wife of my uncle, the wife of my older brother Papa, she was not my mahram. Yes, let's go in" explained Brother Sam.

I have a sign of understanding.

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Seriate.