OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Created Kalut
His return was made from Shakila's house accompanied by clouds that began to blacken and grains of rain began to fall. The longer, the more swift, the more representative the current feelings of the Creator are.
He chose to continue his journey and felt rain and tears coming into his mouth. He cried regretting what had happened at Shakila's house. He cannot make a decision at this time. He needs a clear heart and a cool head in deciding the toughest choices for his life.
Dipta is still riding his motorbike at low speed because his viewing power becomes shorter because it is blocked by rain falling right on his face. His mind is not focused and still thinks about the choices he will choose in the future.
Suddenly there was the sound of a car horn startling him.
"Diinnn's... Linn...."
Dipta motorbike stopped suddenly, he almost hit a car that was passing by him. Luckily the speed of the motor is slow so that he is able to control the motor.
Much to his surprise, he continued his journey more carefully.
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Evening Dipta still thinks about Shakila. He did not expect Shakila to do that. What was the purpose of dressing like that in front of the Creator? Then why did he force the Creator to embrace him? Had the Creator forgotten himself, perhaps Shakila's virginity had been mortgaged.
The more thought, the more dizzy Dipta's head, he then made a cup of hot cafelatte coffee and sat in the stall on the grounds of wanting to keep the stall.
Actually there is something strange in the heart of the Creator, why the incident when the Dipta fell over the body of Shakila right with the arrival of Shakila's parents? Because as he remembered Dipta, he did not hear the sound of a car horn from outside. As far as he knows, if people get out of the car want to get into his house usually open the fence and go straight in to park his car inside. Or honking the horn to call the person inside the house to open the gate. Though the position of the Dipta motor does not prevent the entry of the car into the house.
Indeed, after Dipta out of Shakila's house his papa car parked on the side of the road in front of the fence of his house. Or maybe the papa is used to parking outside? Or because he saw a motorbike, he deliberately did not directly park in?
Uhhh! All these thoughts made Dipta dizzy. Because he still felt that all these events were awkward! The absence of Kang Cecep and Teh Mela, his mother and aunt Shakila, in the house was also an odd thing for Dipta. Because of the knowledge of Dipta, Mela Tea rarely goes to the rice fields. Or indeed without the knowledge of Dipta, Mela Tea often to the rice fields help her husband.
For a long time he threw thoughts about the awkwardness of the incident this afternoon. Now he rethinks Shakila's offer to marry Shakila. His Papa also promised to give the Creator an effort for him to carry out the work.
Come to think of it, it is good to be a beloved female husband plus no need to bother looking for work because it will be given capital for business. But Dipta is not that kind of man. He felt he had no pride if he was going to live such a life. Although he managed to marry his girl.
If Dipta chooses to take the scholarship then it is likely that he will lose Shakila if Shakila is no longer able to wait longer.
Dipta sipped his coffee deep. Thought garbled. He doesn't know what to do. He tried to be special in his heart. Hoping that by remembering God, he could calm his heart.
The clock has shown at 21:00 WIB, it's time he closed his stall. His heart was still trying to continue to be privileged, until suddenly he remembered Ustadz Irfan.
Somehow he was eager to pour out his heart to Ustadz Irfan who he considered his own father. He felt unable to think about this problem alone. Although initially wanted to tell Keysha but was stopped because he was worried that Keysha would change his attitude towards Shakila. Also worried Keysha so add thoughts, because his sister was easy to think of something that should not be his mind.
Dipta also directly contacted Ustadz Irfan via SMS.
[Assalamualaikum Ustadz.] About five minutes later Ustadz Irfan just replied to SMS Dipta.
[Waalaikum. What's the matter Dip?]
[There's something I want to talk about Ustadz. Ustadz has no time, right?]
[In Shaa Allah can be Dip tomorrow morning at ten o'clock come yes to the house. If I could know what it is?]
[Ustadz's heart problem. Hehe.] Dipta also answered honestly because it was about the heart that he would talk about a lot later.
[Gee... The weight! Hehe... Yes, tomorrow yes!]
[Good Ustadz thank you.]
***
The next day, exactly at 10:00 WIB Dipta has arrived at the house of Ustadz Irfan. As usual, he was welcomed by Ustadzah Mila.
"Healthy Dip?" ask Ustadz Irfan.
"Alhamdulillah Ustadz" replied Dipta.
"I mean your heart is healthy?" asked Ustadz Irfan with a smile teasing Dipta.
"Haha... If the heart really hurts Ustadz," replied Dipta with a small laugh.
"Haha... You can be heartbroken as well apparently," joked Ustadz Irfan again. Dipta tau exactly Ustadz Irfan style. He is good at putting things in place. Dipta sure, joking Ustadz Irfan was no more so that Dipta felt comfortable telling him.
"Thank you Ustadz for the compliment" said Dipta with a smile.
"But yes, I am more handsome than you. Haha... That's what my wife said, "he said again. Dipta laughs with his ustadz jokes.
"Well, what's Dip?" asked Ustadz Irfan in a soft tone but still impressed firmly.
"Gini Ustadz, thank God I got a Ustadz scholarship at one of the public universities in Jakarta but the woman I love asked me to marry her. His father also asked me to marry him for an incident." The story stopped. He was ashamed of this incident.
"If you can know what happened? But first I congratulate Dip, you have graduated with a scholarship!"
"Yes Ustadz thank you. But it was this incident that made me choose between taking a scholarship or marrying the woman I loved," he fell silent for a while and continued his sentence again, "the incident where his parents caught me piercing his son's body. But the real thing is that I fell because this woman forced me to hug her body and I refused and what happened was that I fell on her, Ustadz." Dipta began to tear up telling the details of its occurrence.
"My question is, where did it happen?" ask Ustadz Irfan carefully.
"At Ustadz's house, I just went into his house because I was asked by Keysha to deliver the banana sponge of his order" replied Dipta, looking down embarrassed.
"Keep your relationship with that woman means dating huh?" tanya Ustadz Irfan tried to guess the story is not complete.
"No Ustadz. We're not dating but we say we love each other. I also asked her not to have this relationship with dating. But we promised each other to take care of each other's hearts until the time came, I would come marry her. That's my promise to him Ustadz" Dipta explained.
"You promised to marry me? Have you prayed istikharah before you promised so?" Ustadz Irfan's question almost made the heart of Dipta like a long sword. Now he realizes his mistake. He does not involve God in it even though marriage is a sacred thing not for mere play.
"No Ustadz, he means not yet," Dipta was more downcast in shame because he realized his mistake.
"Maybe that's why this incident can happen Dip but God knows everything more" said Ustadz Irfan.
"So I have to how Ustadz?" ask the Creator again.
"Solat istikharah yes first Dip, In Shaa Allah surely Allah your love guides which path is best for you," suggested Ustadz Irfan.
"Oh so is Ustadz?! Yes, I will do it later" said Dipta.
"If you may know, who is the woman you love, Dip?" tanya Ustadz Irfan curious.
"Judek, Ustadz. Mr. Bili and Ms. Sinta's son."
Ustadz Irfan was silent for a moment. He remembered the face of a woman named Shakila. Until he remembered a thing that he also once taught Shakila to teach in the mosque. Shakila was a child. He also keeps in mind that it feels like he also met Shakila a few days ago on the free field when he was exercising with his wife and child but at that time Shakila did not see him because he was leaning his head on the shoulder of a man whom he remembered once that he was not the Creator!
Shakila looked so friendly with the man without regard for the people around him. His wife, Ustadzah Mila, also noticed Shakila was there. To the extent that the two of them looked at each other and shook their heads at the behavior of Shakila and the man who was with her.
Now, Ustadz Irfan who was shocked to hear the name Shakila called, considering he had seen him making out with other men. Should he tell this story to the Creator?
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