THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
eps.4

Outcrop pashmina hijab carried by the wind, making the more beautiful scenery in front of her eyes. In his heart, he continued to recite the word subhanallah to represent how amazed he was at His creation.

Laila Azizah, the name of the blue veiled girl whom she has always admired. The name he always invoked in prayer, the name he wished he could call in ijab qobul later.

His sincere intentions, forcing his feet to step up, approached Laila. He did not want to delay again, he was afraid he would regret it if it was too late. Nervously mixed with embarrassment, he sat down beside Laila, fifty centimeters to be exact next to the girl.

"Assalamualaik." He greeted with greetings.

Laila turned her head, she was a little surprised because the young man was already sitting next to her.

"Getishalam."

"May I talk to you for a second?"

The girl was stunned, she did not know the young man yet, then lightly asked for permission to chat.

"Oh, I forgot, I have not introduced my name, my name is Ridwan Maulana, I am a student at the University next to the school, Dik Laila."

"City." The girl answered Ridwan, with a slightly raised smile on both cheeks.

"Yes, I already know, this sister is a girl who attended this High School, a sister named Laila Azizah, class XII IPA 3, and the age of the sister is now 18 years and over two months."

Laila was stunned again, she did not understand why the young man who introduced his name as Ridwan could find out about his identity, even everything the young man said was true. Was the young man secretly stalking him? Maybe the young man just knew. No good, accuse people haphazardly, it's called su'uzhon.

"Mas Ridwan, know where?" ask Laila wonder.

This time he called out to the young man with a gold fringe because the age difference required him to respect the older one, that was how both of his parents taught him.

"Rinda."

"Rinda's? My classmate?"

"Yes, she's my sister, sorry, when I was so slow to find out about Dik Laila. That's what I did because I wanted to know more about Dik Laila."

"What does Mas Ridwan mean?"

"I mean, honestly in my heart the deepest, I liked Dik Laila from the first time I saw her. Maybe this can be said love at first sight when pronounced in slang. When I first saw my sister, somehow there was a sense of awe of its own and the sense of it continues to this day."

"What makes Mas Ridwan like me? I am not a pretty girl, nor am I a popular girl in school, I am just an ordinary girl who has many flaws. Maybe, Mas Ridwan got the wrong guy?" The girl lowered her head, holding back her body which started to tremble from nervousness.

"I love my sister, because she is special in my eyes, I don't care about girls who have beautiful and popular faces at school, because what I'm looking for is not from the physical, the physical, but from the sincerity of his heart, I am not wrong, Dik Laila is the one."

The deg!

Laila could feel, the sincerity of every sentence the young man spoke. The young man was honest, he did not find the slightest lie from his eyes and facial expression.

Likewise with Ridwan, he could feel the sincerity of the girl beside him, he felt very comfortable so close to the girl, it was fitting that she liked him, his heart was not wrong.

"Then? What does Mas Ridwan really want? I became Mas Ridwan's girlfriend so?"

"Not Dik Laila, if that's clearly impossible. I know both parents sister would definitely not allow, so also sister would definitely not agree, right anyway? I mean here, I want to apply for my sister to be my wife, after the sister graduates from school later, if the sister wants to marry me, I am willing to give my sister until graduation, I am willing to give up, and also I promise to make my sister happy as much as I can, I will guarantee all the needs and needs of my sister, he said, because at this time in addition to college I also already have a job that God willing is able to meet our household costs later." Ridwan said it in front of Laila, an offer and a promise, witnessed by the sun that began to sink.

"Serious mas?" With the girl's teary eyes trying to make sure again, her blue veil that was exposed to the wind made her white face look radiant because it was exposed to the disguise of the twilight sun.

"What made Dik Laila not believe? How do you make your sister believe in you?"

But instead of answering Laila even sobbed, with her clean hands she wiped the tears that flowed on her cheeks, of course it was tears.

"Why is Laila crying? Does Dik Laila not like me? If so, Dik Laila can reject my proposal, I will not force it, for love cannot be forced."

"No Mas! Not that, Laila cried not because she did not like that Mas Ridwan proposed to me. I cried with sadness, only this time there was a smart and educated young man proposing to an ordinary girl like me."

"Then? Brother accept me or not?"

"If I'm private." Laila nodded in embarrassment, "however, I must first ask the father of the same mother, if they agree, I will tell Mas Ridwan to bring both parents Mas Ridwan proposed to me."

"Alhamdulillah, yes it must be, Sister! The two old men were the main ones. May both parents accept my proposal."

"Amen."

The two then smiled at each other, there was a sense of admiration in Laila's heart for Ridwan. Could it be that this was love at first sight, there was a strange sense that began to grow in his heart for the young man.