When My Wish Is In Line With My Destiny
48. Back to Meet

Two days have passed, tomorrow the annual seminar will be held, precisely at the Islamic campus in Jakarta.

The annual seminar brought in speakers from abroad professor Ahmed Jailani from Cairo Egypt, Dr Ridwan Abdul Aziz from Pakistan, as well as an Indonesian student studying in Andalusia Cordoba.

The freshman graduated and completed his mask with the highest in Andalusia representing Indonesian students.

Before that, he was also a frequent speaker at seminars in Andalusia representing Indonesian students.

His name is Muhammad Zainal Adnani, a familiar name for anyone who knows him.

"His seminar was held at UIN Jakarta campus. If not wrong this is the campus Ma'am Icha."

"Means Mas will meet Ma'am Icha dong there."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes seriously, though. Asthma' has been there before. The campus does often hold an annual spirit, this year which will be the speaker is the time of Zain and the student of his choice is Mbak Ica. Wouldn't that be an answer if the mas could be reunited without any planning."

Zain simply fell silent and let out his long sigh.

"If we meet with Ma'am Icha, what will I tell him?"

"Either As, to see his face I cannot, let alone speak directly with him."

"I feel so guilty about him. I don't want her to see me later, her tears will flow again."

"It is precisely that mas, mas redeemed the guilt of Mas by fighting for it and sacrifice to get it. If Mas continues like this, can you live quietly?"

Zain fell silent again and tried to think about his sister's words.

"Why the woman named Mei how? What decision would you give her?"

"He gave gold 1 month to think and give the best decision."

"If you choose with your heart and faith, you still have a lot of time, do not disappoint yourself, and do not betray your own feelings. Asthma' will always be there to help Mas Zain with all Asthma'."

The young man elaborated a smile on his sister, at a time like this, he was grateful that his family was always there for him especially his beloved sister.

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That day arrived, as a speaker in the annual seminar Zain had prepared his appearance very neatly. This time he left accompanied by his brother.

"Mom, Zain said yes, doain hope everything goes well."

"Yes, mom will always doain."

Husna rubbed his son's head gently.

"Zain also said yes sir, doain also yes sir."

"God willing, without you asking the same father, you will always pray for you at any time."

Zain broke out his smile.

"Where's your sister?"

"Biasalah ma'am, that woman is indeed a lot of trouble if you go."

Mr. Ilham nodded with his smile one agreed with what his Son said.

"Asma'."

"Ndalem Ma'am."

"Quick nduk, your mas wants to go."

"Mom's Cheer, Asthma' is wearing shoes again. Soon it's over, Asthma' comes right out."

Zain sighed with a smile.

"No, ma'am, really, from the beginning get ready, the edges are long too."

"What a hell of a mas, really stormy. Asma's done."

the new Cetus Asthma' came before them.

"Tumben you're beautiful."

"Asma' is beautiful from birth."

he said with full confidence.

"Sok know very well if it is a newborn beauty, do you come out all with a mirror?"

Asthma' directly patted Zain's shoulder with a pouting face.

"I can't really help my sister once. Very nice."

"Udah. Do not say sahutan again, what time is it?You have to be on time." said Ms. Husna.

"Yes Ma'am, Mas Zain is a mutebelin."

"Yaudah come on the hunt, don't complain anymore."

Zain had already walked out of the house. Asma' also shook his parents' hands and followed Zain from behind.

At 08.00 am the same exemplary students have arrived first. An hour before the seminar starts.

He wants to know who will be the speaker at this year's seminar.

"Professor Ahmed Jailani LC, doctor Ridwan Abdul Aziz from Pakistan, Muhammad Zainal Adnani?...."

The girl again confirmed her sight while reading the name of the third speaker.

"So, Indonesian students who studied in Andalusia, as well as one of the speakers is Kak Zain...."

Icha let out her breath.

"Syadzi, let's hunt."

"Where?"

"Why is it so fast, instead of being scheduled it should be another hour?"

"I also don't know a promise there might be a sudden change."

The girl again breathed.

He followed his friend's feet from behind. It was fortunate that he had arrived early, so if there was a change in schedule like this, he would not be late and could listen to the seminar from start to finish.

The spacious hall was already crowded with many people, not only from among students who wanted to listen to the seminar, lay people and lecturers outside the campus also wanted to listen to the religious seminar.

"Is there no other place than in the front row of the Shah?"

"I chose next year's lineup, so we could hear it more clearly from the speakers, Syadzi."

Icha sighed slowly.

"Come on the hunt." take Arsya while pulling Ica's hand.

Shortly after they occupied the appropriate position, the three speakers entered their respective places.

On the right end, there is prof Ahmad Jailani, next to him or precisely in the middle, doctor Ridwan Abdul Aziz and on the left side is Muhammad Zainal Adnani the Indonesian student graduated Cordoba Andalusia.

His face is facing forward.

And unintentionally, the views of the two met.

Icha tried hard to calm her heart that continued to tremble when she had to face the young man again.

Until finally the girl lowered her face, sighing to make it much calmer.

"Astagfirullah haladzim, O Allah calm this feeling." murmured Zain who also felt the same.

After everyone has fulfilled God, a host began to open the seminar by introducing one by one the source to the audience.

As time went on, the speakers began to express their opinions to make the atmosphere of the event in the hall boisterous mixed with the clapping of the listeners present there.

"Alhamdulillah yes Dzi, finally everything went well."

Icha greeted him with a smile and a nod of the head as Arsya discussed the seminar.

"I'm amazed by all the speakers. Especially the same Indonesian students who graduated from Andalusia, perfect, Syadzi." Arsya said with a smile.

"You must be amazed at him too."

The girl only elaborated her smile at a glance.

"I think he's married or not..."

"Not yet." answered Icha directly.

"Yet? how do you know?"

Icha was silent for a moment.

"Eum..."

"Do you know him?" Arsya glanced at Syadzi's confused eyes.

Icha re-expressed her smile without giving Arsya a word of answer.

"Icha...."

a young man who came across them, just called out his name.

Icha raised her face and settled down the young man who called her name.

"Syadzi, this is who he was." whispered Arsya to him.

"Sorry, can I talk to Icha?"

"Sorry Brother, there is no one here named Icha" replied Arsya.

"Arsya, Icha is my other nickname" the girl said as she nudged Arsya's shoulder and looked at her with a smile.

"O." Arsya was embarrassed and turned her face away.

"Sorry, I was wrong. I guess Brother's wrong man." Arsya scratched his neck because he was already embarrassed.

The young man simply fell silent as he outlined his smile.

"Syadzi, I go first." the girl answered him with a smile.

Arsya left him.

"Your name is Syadzi here?" ask the young man when Arsya is far away from them.

"Yes" he answered without looking.

Both are silent.

"Sorry before, I wanted to talk to you. Wanna talk about what?"

Icha opened the conversation.

Zain without nervousness seemed to forget what he was going to say to the girl who was currently in front of him.

"Eum..."

"If there is nothing to talk about. I want to quickly go home, because Mr. Rashid has been waiting for me a long time in the car" said Icha who bluntly without any hope to the young man.

His attitude seemed so cold, making the young man unable to dwell on anything.

Very different from the Icha he knew 3 years ago.

Has his attitude changed like this? Are you just feeling it?

Zain was also confused. He still has to calm his heart and feelings when dealing like this with her.