OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
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Since Keysha discussed the lecture, Dipta became excited again in finding information from various sources in cyberspace. This time he was determined to go to college compared to last year when he graduated High School.
When he graduated, he was still in a daze. It's like there's no grip, no sight, no guidance, and no one understands it.
It felt like he wanted to pour his feelings on Mr. Herman, but when he met his tongue became a mute and did not talk about anything other than Mr. Herman asked him to take the invitation path he received.
At that time he had not thought more wisely so that he felt he would not be able to run it. God is always with his servant.
Now he realized that God has power over everything. The proof until now after his father left, he and his family can still eat, can still live properly and all that is obtained through even harder efforts than before when his father was alive. It is true that process will never betray results. And the result is that Dipta can have enough savings to continue college. Then the wheels of his family's economy also increased after having a stall.
The eyes of his heart open that the fortune is from Allah. God has arranged it. Each creature has its own regimen even spiders whose work is seen only sitting in its nest waiting for prey that finally there are insects that are trapped in the nest and become prey.
Indeed, the spider looks like lazy because he is just waiting for prey to come to the nest but without us knowing before he has tried hard and willing to fall many times in making a nest from the end there to the end of here. Once again, the process will not betray the results.
Dipta also continues to skate in cyberspace. He was looking for information about the class. After nearly an hour of reading about the ins and outs of the college world, a promising campus, as well as what majors are needed today in the world of work and how much the semester costs that must be paid every six months also how much the cost of registration of the base money of each university. While he was looking for information, suddenly his mother called him. It's 11:00 at noon.
"Well." call mom into the room. The god looked towards mother. "That's Ustadz Irfan." He immediately moved from his sleeping position and wore long pants behind the door. He felt impolite to meet Ustadz Irfan just by wearing shorts. When he finished, he immediately came out of his room.
"Assalamualaikum Ustadz," said Dipta while yapping and kissing his hand.
"Vaalaikumsalam. What's Dip again?" asked Ustadz Irfan while improving his sitting position.
"Just read Ustadz" replied Dipta.
"Well then my arrival is disturbing huh?" suhut Ustadz Irfan with a smile.
"Oh engga Ustadz. What did Ustadz do to come here? If Ustadz needs me, call me at Ustadz's. So Ustadz did not have to bother here," said Dipta.
"Nothing Dip, anyways I was from the house of Umi Maryam so all of you come here because of one direction." Umi Maryam is the older sister of Ustadz Irfan. He called her umi for talking about her children so that they used to call umi to her father's eldest brother.
Mom came out and brought me a cup of sweet tea and some banana sponge cake made yesterday by Keysha. "Please drink Ustadz and taste the balls" Bu Asih bargained to Ustadz Irfan.
"Thank you Ma'am Asih" said Ustadz Irfan as he picked up a cup of tea and drank it, then he looked at the sponge and took it one piece. He has great respect for the giving of the host. Whatever is served must be drunk and eaten although not much. Only as a condition he in respect of the gift of the host.
"The bike is good, Bu Asih. Make yourself?" ask Ustadz Irfan after spending one piece of banana sponge.
"Yes Ustadz. This is what makes Keysha and Luciana, I do not follow along," replied Bu Asih with a smile.
"Well, it turns out they are talented to make cakes, if you want a message can be ma'am?" ask Ustadz Irfan. Bu Asih and Dipta were confused, they looked at each other.
"But it's delicious ma'am, the banana taste is so good. And the ball is also not sloppy," said Ustadz Irfan while pointing at the remaining sponge on the plate.
"Yes, Ustadz we'll make, how many pans does Ustadz need?" asked Bu Asih hesitated because he was worried about failing.
"Two is enough, Mom. This is money for his DP then later lack later yes," said Ustadz Irfan while removing fifty thousand rupiah from his pocket. But swiftly Dipta refused the money given by Ustadz Irfan.
"Sorry Ustadz, the money is saved. In Shaa Allah we will make for Ustadz."
"How did the money get rejected Dip?" tanya Ustadz Irfan.
"I'm sorry ustadz, we intend to help so do not have to pay. Ustadz has helped us a lot. Let us repay Ustadz's kindness this time?" pinta Dipta in a slightly pleading tone because he felt that Ustadz Irfan had helped him too often. Starting from the management of his father's body, helping to find a grave to bury his father, reading tahlil specifically for his late father in the mosque even without Dipta pinta, giving free rent to serve as a place to teach his children bimbel, bimbelnya, and as a child Dipta also his sisters studied with Ustad Irfan and Ustadzah Mila, his wife, until they could read the Qur'an smoothly.
"Yes, thank you Dip" said Ustadz Irfan.
"Yes Ustadz together. About when is Ustadz?" ask the Creator again. He was relieved that Ustadz Irfan had finally received his help.
"For Friday night next week Dip" replied Ustadz Irfan.
"We will prepare Ustadz later" said Dipta. Bu Asih also nodded in approval to the actions of Dipta. Before long there were buyers who came to the Bu Asih stall, he also asked permission for Ustadz Irfan to leave it to the stall. Now Ustadz Irfan just stay alone with Dipta. They continued their conversation.
"Oh yes Dip, actually I came here to ask, because eating good sponge almost I forgot," Ustadz Irfan said with a smile. He continued his talk again, "You can bring a car, right?" ask Ustadz Irfan.
"It could be Ustadz but I don't have a SIM A yet" Dipta replied honestly.
"Yes will make SIM A yes. You know, I want to ask you to support me if I have a lecture call to some distant area,"
"Oh yes, I can Ustadz. Who was the driver of Ustadz?"
"I brought it myself. The more we feel tired here, maybe the age factor. Haha..," explained Ustadz Irfan with a small laugh.
"Good Ustadz In Shaa Allah I can," replied Dipta affirming. A few months before his father died, he was taught by his father to bring a car. At that time his father deliberately rented a car for his friend Dipta to study. Until less than a month finally he was able to bring his own car. It's just that he was fifteen. So he can't have a SIM yet.
Previously, Dipta did not get a job in the places he applied for but now the work itself came to him. He believes all this happened because of God's intervention. The more grateful he felt his life was now made easier by God after going through difficult times after the departure of his father.
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